Todoroki Imagines

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Royalty, two heirs fall in love

It was rare to ever see someone so lonely.

Tonight, the ballroom of the Yaoyorozu estate is filled with celebration, in honor of your dear friend Momo Yaoyorozu's eighteenth birthday, and the air was lively with mingling laughs and friends with cheer.

Yet your eyes were set on a stranger as you danced; he sat by himself, expression holding an arcane manner to it, and you're certain you've never seen him before, you're sure you'd remember if you had, but a tinge of familiarity spreads the more you gaze, neck craning subtly over the countless dancers as you're swept from partner to partner.

It's not until you accidentally step on the toes of your partner for the countless time of the night due to your distractedness, apologizing profusely, that you see him stand, moving to exit into the corridor, making you pause.

You make a quick excuse, slipping through the crowds, eyes trained on the back of his head, your inquisitiveness piquing the closer you got.

You're not sure why you're following him, or why you're remaining under a cover of stealth as he goes up the winding stairs, but you come to a halt when you reach the top, bewilderment filling your senses as you glance down the empty halls, and suddenly you feel quite ridiculous, moving to go back to the party as you toy with the lace cuffs of your gloves.

"Looking for something? Or someone?"

The voice comes from the shadows, and you're quick to whirl around, skirt billowing from your movements, your heart flickering like the torch light flames along the halls as you realize who it is.

An amused expression is on your pursued stranger's face, and you can't help but feel like you were lured into a trap like a bee to honey, feeling your face flush. He must have seen you staring.

His raised eyebrows make you blink, dawning upon you that he was waiting for an answer.

"Why don't you dance?"

It's blurted out without abandon, and surprise flits over his expression briefly, making you realize your blunt approach towards this stranger.

"My apologies." Your heels fall in a slight curtsy, head bowed. "I've been told my curiosity has often gotten the best of me. I meant no disrespect in my attempt to sate it."

"It's alright."

You find your gaze following him as he moves to the open doors of the balcony, the night breeze tousling his dual colored hair. It's peculiar, you think dazedly; his eyes are two colors, one blue, blazing like the afternoon sky, the other plain brown, yet somehow still striking and reminding you of the wise trees in the forest.

"I don't think you should ever apologize for your desire to learn."

Whether he sees your wonderstruck expression or just chooses not to react to it as he walks out towards the rail, you're quick to follow.

"Then, you didn't answer my question." You're hesitant, but the small curve of his lips puts you more at ease.

"And you didn't answer mine."

Your laugh puffs out in a single breath as you tilt your face up to the stars. You can still hear the jaunty music and bright laughter emanating from the ballroom, but the sound of the wind and the stranger and yours breaths are vivid in your senses.

"I don't believe I caught your name."

A flicker of discomfort passes his face, and it's a brief expression before becoming unreadable, his fingers casually moving to adjust his cape, and it gives you a quick glance at the brooch pin on his shoulder; the symbol of it flashes like a burning brand in your mind. But it takes a sleight of his hand for it to disappear, and he looks down.

Before he can answer, or avoid, you're not entirely sure which he was planning to do, a horn sounds, and your attention is taken by the alarm, eyes wide.

"Doesn't that mean—"

"Villains." He's grim, jaw set, and it makes the blooming scar on his face burn brighter. Your head is starting spin, the clamor of the party morphing into panicked shouts. "Go and help the others I'll try and fend anyone off."

You'd protest under any other circumstance, but worry begins to eat at you over your friends inside, and you turn to do as he says.

But you need to know.

The heat of the flames send your hair whipping across your face, and you find yourself in a standstill, throat constricted as you watch the twisting tendrils of frost and ice join the blaze, confirming your suspicions as you gaze from the shadows.

Todoroki.

should I make a pt 2?