Suicidal Todoroki x Midoriya | What it Means to Love

Alternate Ending 1 | Our Love

[This chapter used to contain smut, but if you'd like to read that, it's on AO3, but I'll label where the cut content would've started.]

Shoto Todoroki

Before long, nine o'clock strikes, and I prepare myself to delve into a riotous display of what Kaminari refers to as "crackhead energy." I wrap my scarf around my neck and ensure that my gift to Midoriya is securely fastened into my inner coat pocket before leaving the dormitory. Finally, I text Midoriya.

Me: Heading off now.

Izuku: Great! Actually, so I can have some more alone time with you, I'll rendezvous with you.

Me: Sounds good to me. Stay safe in the dark, Izu.

Izuku: I can fend for myself, Sho, so don't worry.

Halcyon flakes of a serene gray powder the sky, reminiscent almost of the gleaming eyes of gray that my mother once had. A placid breeze soughs through the trees with branches weighed down by an accumulation of white flecks, whistling softly as my feet crunch through the snow.

Critch, crooch.

The cadence of my feet against the snow accompanies me throughout my walk to Yaoyorozu's house until a familiar figure of a forest green hue enters the frame. Snow flutters about his being, which is lucent beneath the bath of saffron flooding from the nearby street light. An endearing smile dappled by a semi-translucent white greets me as he waves his hands.

"Sho!" he exclaims from afar, beginning to rush towards me.

Is it possible for someone to be as adorable as he is? I cogitate, spreading my arms open for him as he jovially sprints through the swirling snow. I should think not. None can compare to him; he is unparalleled. Perhaps my opinion is biased, but this is the truth that I see. My truth might differ from the truth of another, and that is quite all right—it is inevitable. I accept and understand that. My opinion will remain steadfast, however.

Kicking up spurts of snow as he avidly dashes, Midoriya leaps into the air and into my arms. I sway slightly, taking a few steps back as the recoil from his weight crashes into me. Regardless, I twirl him around to compensate for my swaying, lifting him into the sky illuminated by threads of moonlight drifting among the mismatched stars splattered out overhead.

"I missed you, Izu," I lightly chuckle, pecking his cheek before orienting his feet towards the ground and lowering him down. "You seem unusually...hyper? Or, is this perhaps the 'crackhead energy' Kaminari frequently speaks of? I would not know."

His blissful laugh is the pick to my heartstrings. "I'm just really glad to see you here. It was your decision to come to the party, after all. H-Honestly, I didn't think you'd come. But, anyway, how was your day?" He nestles his hand into my left hand, to which I clasp onto his and minimally utilize my quirk.

Astonishingly all right. "Ah, I suppose it was all right. However, I am ashamed to admit that I've yet to eat. I deeply apologize, Izuku. I did not want to."

With his spare hand, he places his palm against my stomach. "We'll treat you right, little fella," he says with a smile. What on earth am I witnessing? "Don't you worry."

I stare at him in pure bewilderment. "I don't believe my stomach is a sentient being, Izu." Even so, I plant a kiss on his cheek again.

"I-I know. But you don't have to apologize. I know you don't want to, but I couldn't be more proud of you for choosing to. I know you're fighting, and I know you're d-doing everything you can to win. Just try to remember next time, okay?" I nod at him, now realizing that I never once mentioned specifically forgetting to be my reason. "I won't be mad at you if you forget, though. I'll never be mad at you for that. We're both learning, r-right? We're both on this journey together. We'll figure out what works and what doesn't, okay?" His freckles tinged in yellow lift up, bending slightly as if on the crease of a bent piece of paper as he smiles.