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replacement {pt 2} | todoroki

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warning: cursing, character death (you and me)

word count: 2,173

a/n: this is part 2, read and let me know what you think! I would mcfucking love it to scream about your ideas and opinions :D forgot to add, no there is no part 3

Synopsis: When the beautiful hero Creati dies what emerges from the ashes of her end is anything but beautiful.

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The winds of the outside world spoke softly as they flowed into an empty apartment. Why the window was open, to begin with, was unknown, the world was too cold, too harsh for any window to be open. But if you looked closely, if you concentrate just as much, smoke billowed out of the window and panicked breathing could be heard.

It mattered not to Todoroki Shouto how cold the outside world was because he was always colder. As tears poured from his eyes he couldn't remember why he was feeling this way.

Was it because Momo or was it because of you.

It couldn't be you, that was pathetic of him to believe.

Momo was the love of his life, the reason why he was able to overcome his past. Momo wasn't pushy and let him overcome his demons at a slow pace, the battles he fought took years when he was with her, and every step of the way she never faltered in her smiling personality. Momo was an angel in both life and in the afterlife. But you?

You were everything that Momo wasn't.

Brash and down to the point. You challenged his every move making him think about the decisions he made, making him own up to the things he's done, correcting his behavior so that it would take weeks to overcome and not years.

There was no goddamn reason for him to be missing you, not more than Momo.

His eyes focused on the white air expelling from his breath and Shouto finally realized that he was cold. His eyebrows came together as chills sank into his bones. Shouto knew what coldness was, he's given himself frostbite and hypothermia from his quirk before. He knew the cold like it was a friend, but this was a different cold, a cold that he had forgotten about.

It chilled his skin and made it hard for him to breathe, his body trembled as he could only remember your tear-filled eyes, the defiant yet exhausted tint to them that he would always associate with you. This was the cold he recognized as the bitterness he had been familiar with throughout his childhood. The frost of not having you around him, the stabbing horror of loneliness.

He stood to his feet, his head spinning as he stumbled to the window. The metal steaming against his fingers as he closed the window. His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against the glass and he trembled.

This wasn't coldness, no Todoroki Shouto didn't get cold after all. This was a question of who he missed more: Momo or you?

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"I'm sorry sweetie," Uraraka mumbled as she gave you a large shirt to wear.

You nodded numbly as you held the soft material to your chest.

You hadn't been broken up with Shouto for more than twenty-four hours and yet your breakup was being broadcasted through every national TV and tabloid. You really did hate Western influences sometimes, you were a pro hero, not some celebrity who needed her private life exposed.

The air of Uraraka's apartment was too quiet for your liking, the only noise you could hear was her air diffuser in the other room. Your tongue ran against your chapped lips, your fingers fisting into the shirt as you hated the way she was staring at you.