The Feather Prince (TodoDeku)

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Midoriya's P.O.V

"Whats with the cloak?"

My breath hitches. I stare into his heterochromatic eyes, full of trust and curiosity. Standing from the bed in front of him I sigh. "I-I don't know if I can trust you yet." I say, which made something in him snap. "oh...So I can trust you with a secret I've kept from the public for almost 10 fucking years, but you cant trust me with your little secret?!?" He looks betrayed and hurt as he stands in front of me moving his hands wildly as he talks. "Its complicated." I say looking at him with tears in my eyes. But theses aren't tears of sadness.

These are tears of rage.

"Can you just trust me to say that I don't want to tell you yet!" I almost scream at him, but I know better than to do that. What happened to the boy just 5 minutes ago? The one that sat there as I caressed his cheek and told him I believed in him. He was gone and replaced by a fit of rage.

But he wasn't the only angry one.

Looking at his face, as tears stream down mine I stop dead in my tracks. He's crying too. Eyes squinted closed, eyebrows furrowed, and hands in his hair. He opens his eyes to look into mine, only hurt visible in his facial expression. I feel bad for him for a split second. He told me something he didn't know fully if he could trust telling anyone else. But that does not make our secrets equal. "It wouldn't be an equal secret." I almost whisper, my voice dry because of the amount of tears rolling down my cheeks. "what is that supposed to mean?" he asks his tone of voice like he was spitting venom. "It means that my secret is worse than some stupid childhood mishap." I spit immediately taking my words back. But it was already too late. He fell to the ground, clutching his hair even harder, I was afraid he might actually pull it out. Letting out chocking sobs he can barely let out actual breaths. He cant breathe.

He's having a panic attack.

I know how to stop these, as I used to get them frequently when kids would make fun of me and pull at the small feathers on my wings. It hurt and cause something in me to stop every bodily function to break down and cry. Getting on the same level as him, I rub small circles on his back and whisper to him, reminding him to breathe. He was hyperventilating and having a worse panic attack than I usually do. It was harder to calm down but I eventually managed when I pulled his face from the soft, plush carpet to my lap, rubbing soothing circles on the sides of his temples. But just because I stopped his panic didn't mean he forgave me. He started to scream again, giving me my usual anxiety but I just pushed it in with the other bottled up feelings and dealt with it.

"I didn't mean what I said and I'm sorry! I shouldn't have snapped at you like that and I know you won't forgive me but I know I trust you and I don't trust a lot of people. It takes a lot for me to open up because I've been hurt in the past by others who have judged me." I had snapped. This was it, my breaking point. I dropped to the ground doing exactly what Todoroki did moments ago. But he just stood there, unable to help with what I was going through. He was crying, sure, but he didn't forgive me. And I wouldn't forgive me either. I am a terrible person who speaks without thinking. So it's time for me to come clean. No matter what he thinks I need to tell him what really happened.

"I'm a theif. I would go around the town looking for small things to sell in order to make money. I tried applying to many different jobs, but I was deemed "too weak" for any of the ones that had enough money for my mother and I. That's why I want to work out in my free time. I want to be a man. I never knew my dad. He died before I was born, but I was told I get my freckles from him. It hurt not knowing who my dad was. I only had my mom. She was all I had left. But I was caught by your guards over a ring that would be able to pay our rent that month. Now not only am I a prisoner in a castle, but I'm a disappointment to my mother. She didn't know that I stole things. She thought I worked at the local blacksmith shop. And now she will get the explanation in the morning as to why her only son didn't come home tonight. Because I'm a no good thief with a curse I can't control. God I'm such a disappointment."

I look up from the ground to see his expression. He looks dumbfounded and shocked about what I just said. His eyes ask millions of questions all at once. He holds his shaking hand out to grab mine. I stare at if for a second before grabbing it. It was warm and cold at the same time. After standing and catching my balance he asks a bunch of questions.

"How long have you been stealing things?" he asks with pure curiosity laced with his words. "About a year and a half" I reply honestly, not remembering the exact time when I started to steal.

"You never met your father?" he sounded sad when he said that but I've gotten over this years ago, so I'm not overly sensitive with that topic. "Pretty much. He died shortly before I was born. I didn't see many pictures of him, but I was told that I got my freckles and dark black roots from him."

At this point, all I want to do is walk to my room that was set up for me, and sleep until the sun came to wake me up. Walking towards the door, Todoroki walks behind me.

"Wait, tell me about your cloak. You never answered my question."

"I'm going to go to bed. I'm getting really tired" I faked a yawn trying to run away before he got mad again. But it was too late. He grasped onto the back of my cloak and pulled towards him hoping to stop me. But it didn't. Instead the cloak fell off of my back and into his grasp. He looked at me eyes widening at what he saw. But instead of listening to his pleas for me to stop I continued running down the hallway, ignoring the single feather that painfully fell from my wing. I ran even faster locking my door and jumping into my bed, letting sleep consume me.