𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

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A/N- Edited. Man this story is old, I think I started it during 2020. Anyways, I'm just going to make it better, finish up a chapter for DR:UT that accidentally posted, and do some more chapter's for this. Oh, and I'll probably update the writing style at some point.

A/N- Hey guys, this is my first story so it's probably trash but thanks for reading it anyways. Now,  This means they are thinking, "This means they are talking," and 'This means they are mumbling/muttering'

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Shoto's P.O.V.
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[March 13, 20XX]

[Todoroki mansion]

             It was 11:30 at night, I could hear Touya scurrying around his room. I was wide awake. I rarely sleep, so I could hear  everything that was going on in the house. I heard a bang, thud, and Touya yelp, "Ouch!". I rushed out of bed and to his room. 

When I got there, I heard him mumble a few curses. 'Damn it! God, why did you do this to me!', he muttered, unaware that of me being here. "T-touya?", I stuttered, barely louder than a whisper. 

He jumped back, startled. He looked at me and relaxed.  "Oh, Sho, its just you. You scared me you adorable Pokémon trainer!" "S-sorry Touya. I heard someone fall and yelp 'Ouch!'(A/N- if 'this' is part of "this" then it is not muttering/mumbling.)

I then noticed that he had a bag with him and was holding a hand-written note. "Touya are-   are you l-leaving me h-here?", I asked him. "Sho, I'm sorry but, I can't take this anymore.", he said sounding sincere. 

He was leaving me here with the flaming monster... 

Tears started to spill from my eyes while I tried to wipe them away. "T-touya. P-please don't l-leave m-me here w-with h-him!", I exclaimed while crying. He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "I-I, I'll take you with me Sho. Please don't cry." He sounded like he was partially panicking. "R-really?", I asked him. "Yes, Sho. I'll take you with me." I smiled. "T-thank you."

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