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✿/♬ Todoroki x reader

(this is my first attempt at a songfic like this, so go easy on me)     

        Wrong Side of Heaven

        I couldn't help but admire him, as much as I disliked him. He was perfect, unlike myself. I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed. I could never get anything right. I've known for a long time that I didn't belong here.

        'What have I become? What have I done?'

        Hearing the bell, I grabbed my bag from under my seat and started to walk out into the halls. Keeping my head down, I passed through the crowds like a ghost. The only reason I knew I couldn't be, was the people parting like the sea for Moses.

        'I spoke to the devil today,' I saw him again, only able to catch his left side out of the corner of my eye. 'And he swears he's not to blame.'

        And I understood; 'cause I feel the same. A part of me knew that I hadn't done anything to deserve my bad luck. That's all it was. Bad luck.

        I rolled my eyes. I ran up the stairs, and nudged the door open. The roof was one of the few places I could feel at ease anymore. Leaning against the rails I look up into the sky. With arms wide open, I stand alone.

        "I'm no hero," I hissed. I felt the rain falling around me, turning to steam as it met my fiery skin. "And I'm not made of stone." I lowered my arms, letting my gaze drop with them.

        I glared at my burning hands, disgusted at what I was. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.

        I laughed, but it sounded empty. "I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell."

        I felt his presence before I saw him beside me from my peripherals.

        "The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side," I closed my eyes, my fists following in suit. "Righteous side of hell." I muttered, wincing.

        "...I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me." He whispered, sounding like he was in pain.

        What have I done? I glanced over for a moment, catching a falling tear in the pouring rain.

        "Who have I become?"

        I scoffed, fully turning to face the multi-tone boy, "I saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me." I threw up my arms, still sizzling in the misty rainstorm. I dared him with a look to say something - anything - about my disgusting form. The flaming body, the pitch black, curling horns. Or the soft white wings, the pale blue halo floating just above my head.

        He stilled, stone-faced. He gave no answer, beside the tightening of his grip on the railing.

        I laughed, and with tears in my eyes, I looked away. I turned away. It took days for him to stop following me onto the rooftop. Days of me pushing him away from the monstrosity that is me.

        It was another rainy day where I found myself on the roof again. This storm was stronger than the last one. It almost made me smile.

        Arms wide open, I stand alone. The rain started to sting instead of sizzle, and honestly... I didn't mind.

        "I'm no hero." I cry, molten tears falling to the concrete at my feet. "And I'm not made of stone."

        I put a hand on the rails, hearing the metal groan with the high heat. "Right or wrong? I can hardly tell." 

        I had to pull my hand away before it melted through. I pulled my arms to my chest, afraid. Of myself, or what I could do, I couldn't really be sure.

        "I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and righteous side of hell."

        I looked out into the bustling city, blissfully unaware of a young girls torment. "The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side," I begin to glare, "righteous side of hell."

        I turn to leave, headed towards the door, when I see him again. My glare deepens and I start to walk around him when I hear him speak. 

        "I'm not defending..." I tried to listen, I really did. "Downward descending, falling further and further away..." I couldn't help but focus more on his voice than the words themselves. "Getting closer every day."

        I left, the words echoing. I went almost a week before returning to that rooftop again. Despite repeated interference, it was my safe space.

        "Getting closer everyday..." I repeated, rolling my eyes. 

        I had hoped it would rain today. Of course, my bad luck persisted, and there wasn't a cloud in sight this time.

        "To the end... To the end, the end, the end," the words were echoing and I couldn't stop it. I held my head in my hands, the urge to rip the ugly horns off of my head getting stronger. 

        "I'm getting closer every day!" I cried out in pain. Gasping for breath, I held the edge of my now broken horn in my shaking palms.

        I curled into myself as the pain really began to set in, my body flaring up in response. To those unaware, it would look like the school was having a small bonfire on the roof.

        After some time had passed, I found myself in the nurses office with Shoto Todoroki at my bedside. It didn't take long to slip back into unconsciousness. 

        Whether intentional or not, I wound up on the rooftop again. It was storming. Most wouldn't even be allowed up here in this weather. The rain felt like hundreds of blades cutting my body into pieces. And yet I savored the feeling.

        Arms wide open, I stand alone, until the one person I couldn't handle being here opened the door. 

        "I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone!" I shouted, the fire that made up my body flickering in the buffeting winds. Burning hot tears fell to the ground far below as I stepped over the railing. I had finally had enough.

        "Right or wrong, I can hardly tell!"

        I grabbed tightly onto the metal bars, only for them to melt soon after.

        "I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell! The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell!" 

        I felt two hands grab mine, one cold and one much colder. He pulled me away, even as my body burned his. I tore myself away.

        "Why? Why are you doing this?" 

        I stopped, the tears drying, and my mind clearing. He was... crying? I laughed. No, no, he couldn't be crying. Certainly not for me.

        "Please, don't do this. I... I don't want you to leave, not like this."

        But he was crying, wasn't he? He was crying for me, when all I did was hate him. When all I did was  hurt him. Why?

        "The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell." I cried too. I cried as my fire, finally went out.