Ghostly Flames [Todoroki x Reader]

Aftershock

What would you do, Shoto?

"This is pointless, (Y/N)." He spoke through gritted teeth. "At this rate, you'll lose him and yourself at my hands."

I grimaced as he twisted my hoodie tighter under his fist. Currently, he was pulling me forward onto the front two legs of the chair by my collarbone. My voice was hollow and empty, so I refused to speak.

"Fine. We'll do this the hard way." Ghost shoved me back, letting his annoyance and anger filter into his actions.

He paused as an explosion from nearby shook the entire building. Bakugo?

"Help! I'm here!" I instinctly called out. My father rushed to me, cupping my forehead. With my weak and aching muscles, I still couldn't conjure enough strength and focus to transfer any of my pain to him. I tried to shout again, but no sound came out. I couldn't even hear myself gasp for air as I began to panic.

"Hush, (Y/N)." I shook my head as my father leaned in close to my face. There was yelling from down the hall. "I'll protect you."

That was my breaking point. I could hear scuffling and yelling in the same building, probably the sounds of rescue, and yet I was helpless without my voice. My father was going to make sure I wasn't rescued by any hero.

My bottom lip quivered uncontrollably as tears rapidly fell in succession to the floor.

My father ruffled my tangled hair before standing against the wall by the door. I kept trying to scream, to shout, to make any noise, but it was all suppressed.

"NOOOOO!" The voice was muffled by the walls.

Is that All Might. . ?

I thrashed and fought against the bindings as best as I could, still screaming the entire time. Ghost glared at me, fire in his eyes. I didn't care.

A loud pair of footsteps stampeded through the hall towards us.

Finally!

Suddenly I felt sick. Still silent, an invasive black goo emerged out of nowhere, trying to swallow me whole. I could see my father smirking in victory at the sight. What is this? I'm going to suffocate. . .

Suddenly, the door was thrown off the hinges by some sort of force. "NOOOO, YOUNG (L/N)!!" All Might reached for me.

He never made purchase.
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There was a horrible taste in my mouth. I wanted to puke.

"Get up, (L/N)!"

Is that. . . Shoto?

Someone grabbed my hoodie once more, but it wasn't Ghost. It was too gentle to be him.

"Get up, (L/N)!" It was Bakugo, yelling in my face as he pulled me up off the ground. "Dammit!"

Bakugo held me firmly as I swayed on my feet. Everything spun. Are we outside? I fought the urge to vomit.

"Sorry, Bakugo, (L/N)." A menacing, robotic voice came from behind me.

Bakugo, drenched in sweat, held my arms firmly to support me. Why is he being so helpful?

"Huh!?" He shouted at the voice, panting.

Suddenly, the same black goo began to appear all around us, spitting out the villains who were in the bar, including Ghost. They all coughed and sputtered as they stood up.

"Sensei." Shigaraki started. I tried taking a step forward, but my legs gave out. Bakugo held me upright as I found my footing again amongst the debris.