Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ (yandere one shots)

Shoto Todoroki

For: Pcasassa

Hope you enjoy! I'm not the best writer but I hope it's what you're looking for, maybe.

R/N = random name, I'm lazy.

So basically when I put things in italics, it's either thoughts or things that should be in brackets so if the next sentence after italics doesn't make sense, it's argued for.

This is kinda diverged canon as it will not follow the direct manga/anime but will have features, if that's alright.

Blood bending idea taken from "Quirk Ideas" by @toxicbotto117 (can use blood to create weapons to fight, or if u drink the blood of another person, user is able to control them and their quirk)

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The first time you encountered Shoto, the son of the number 2 hero Endeavour often talked about as being the most powerful student in UA, that Shoto, had been when you accidentally bumped into him outside the Entrance Exam.

"Ouch," you said, rubbing your forearm as the boy stared on, not directly at you but at a pebble beside your head. The impact of his muscles against yours had knocked you onto the concrete ground. Although nothing was hurt, it was the shock of being (accidentally) shoved down. You didn't like to admit it, but you knew you had a powerful quirk, if you trained it enough you could be on par with heroes.

"Oh sorry."

You didn't know at the time, maybe vaguely recognising his face but it hadn't mattered, one thing did: he was powerful, anyone could smell it off him.

"I'm fine." You pulled yourself up as the boy hadn't offered a hand. Rude much. He seemed to realise his mistake, and held out his hand seconds too late. You were already standing. Well, swaying as you tried to regain your balance. He slowly retreated his hand, eyes drifting to your face.

You two awkwardly stood there as he looked at you properly for the first time, and you at the tree behind him. "Well," you chuckled to break the silence of his stare, "good luck."

He frowned slightly, but nodded. "I hope you pass," he said, nonchalantly. Maybe he thought he'd probably never see you again. But you were annoyed at the fact he didn't seem to be bothered by the exam.

You sent a small, unrequited wave in the mysterious boy's direction and hurried towards the entrance, where your fate awaited.

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During the middle of Present MIC's long, loud speech leering through the audience, (he tried his hardest to be cool but the only one who seemed excited was a green haired broccoli) you looked around for the boy you'd met.

You gasped a little when your eyes locked on his figure.

He was sat two places away from you and thirteen rows back in a dark-velvet comfortable-looking balcony area. Your eyes glazed over as you stared at the immense glorification of all of it. Shouldn't he be with the other students, sitting in anticipation?

Your eyes snapped back when you realised you'd been staring for too long, when he realised, too.

However, when they called the students out for the exam, you realised you'd been wrong. He was just spectating, (he made his way into the stands) his beady little eyes under his strange hair would be watching every move of his future opponents. Your every move. If you were successful in this test of power.

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During the exam, you got assigned to an area with strongish looking people. You pulled out your knife from within your (F/C) tracksuit pocket.