#frozcndevil

Cont. @frozcndevil-a​

“ Powder. “, Shouto repeated the word slowly. Wasn’t this mostly something cheap with awful chemical taste? At least, that’s what he had heard. Perhaps. It was simply still a life he had to get used to.

When Shouto went eating ice cream with his sister, they always went to a rather expensive one. Using their father’s money. Which didn’t make her any more sympathetic in his mind now though. “ Then, why is it ‘vanilla bean’ instead of ‘vanilla powder’? “

The fight was going on far longer and was far harder than it should have been. The whole class was battling and standing side by side with their teachers to defend the school from the League and their allies, but Izuku’s attention was drawn elsewhere at the last moment and he took a bad hit to the head, sending him crashing to the ground. With his head fuzzy from the hit to the head and impact on the ground, he wanted to deny what he saw. 

It was only wishful thinking... it wasn’t real...

As he slowly started to climb back to his feet and he moved to wipe the blood out of his eyes, he felt the air shift. Cold. Cold. He froze as he slowly turned his head, looking towards the figure he had thought just moments ago he’d imagined. He hadn’t. But it wasn’t the image he wanted to see. His heart was hammering in his chest and he couldn’t make his legs move. 

There he was. Alive and safe and... standing with The League. He felt the cold in the air seeping into his veins and he felt tears prick at his eyes. Why? It was the only thought he had running through him. And slowly he parted his lips, locking acid green eyes with those duel colored ones he hadn’t seen since the Sports Festival.

“ He roasts himself already, by burning twentyfour hours. ”

Cont. @frozcndevil-a

He tried to ignore it. The anger, that would keep boil up. ‘ Your eyes remind me of Endeavor. ‘ ‘ He’s becoming like his father. ‘

With the memories of such words appearing in his mind, Shouto closed his eyes, as he suddenly stopped in his steps, as he suddenly turned around. The ground freezing, until it reached the man. Until the ice surrounded the poor male’s body. Though, this wasn’t his concern anymore. As the boy casually walked back into Midoriya’s direction. If he couldn’t kill him on place, then this stranger should perish slowly.

So he could never say this sentence again.

“ Vanilla bean? Is it different from normal vanilla? “.

cont. @frozcndevil

Well, nobody could judge them for killing or not. So who said, that they couldn’t just go around and kill those, who made them mad? Still he didn’t make any movement of may ending what he had started. Listening to the sudden change of topic. An ice cream shop? Was Midoriya for real?

“ They better got strawberry flavor. “, he mumbled under his breath. Now turning totally away from the other person. “ …fine. I’ll reconsider it. “

Izuku smiled brightly, secretly wondering what would happen should the shop not have strawberry. Of course he knew Todoroki’s favorite flavor. Of course he did. He would be horrible not to. “Thanks Todoroki-kun! You won’t regret it. I hope they have vanilla bean there” 

Preference, huh? The word drew a snort from the black-haired boy. He leaned against the wall, refusing to draw any closer. There was something in the demeanor of his brother that told him not to approach, not to reach out, not to extend a hand in attempt to offer help. It was a look that he was too familiar with, having seen it in the mirror enough times.

A grin twisted over his lips. "Preference, that right?" The voice rumbled with a chuckle that he was barely contained. No, that was more than preference. More like a way to keep any harm from coming to oneself. Saphire gaze fixated firmly on the boy. Shoulders raising in a bit of a shrug. "Some reason, I don't think that's what this is. Also, don't think you believe it is either."