#iceablaze

The rain had finally stopped, and the long-awaited sun peeked out from its hiding place among the grey clouds. Wherever it shined, the shadow retreated, slithering back to the far corners and leaving Izuku with a better view of the streets.

When emerald eyes first landed upon the familiar figure, they widened in shock. He blinked twice, hard, just to check if it was but a trick of his mind.

For the first time in days, fate proved to be kind.

Aided by black whip, Izuku swung right into the person, allowing his body to slam against the other hard enough to take them both to the ground.

The first thing he did was to give the other a frantic once over, eyes rapidly checking for bruises, wounds, and other injuries. Fury only bubbled to the surface when no obvious concerns were found, and he grabbed his former classmate by the collar.

"Where were you?" He demanded, grip tightening. "Why haven't you called? We were so worried, you have no idea-" Breathe. "We thought you got kidnapped. People were searching everywhere for you. Your family was waiting for some sort of ransom demand and when none came, they...we..." All thought you were dead. Getting tortured somewhere. Turned into a nomu.

   How long has it been? Last Fuyumi remembers, Shouto was much smaller than her. Now, he towers over her, his features matured and nearly void of baby fat. It shouldn’t be a shock to her, after all she watched him on TV during UA’s Sports Festival, but she still falters upon seeing him in the flesh before her. “You’ve grown so much...” 

When you ask Todoroki for help with your tasks but he just lets Sero snap your neck in electrical instead. This game is rigged.

      Shigaraki checked his phone for any updates on a situation the others were having. So far, not a single text, so he assumed the situation was handled. He slowly tucked his phone away and went about his day. He figured it’d be normal, just his usual walk around the city. Though then he spotted someone in the distance.

     His feet turned and walked towards the boy. He really couldn’t believe his eyes. This boy was supposedly missing, or dead. No one really knew. But here he was.

@iceablaze​ said: he’s waiting anxiously at the kotatsu, obediently coloring like Neesan requested of him. Neesan had said Natsuo was coming, and Shouto is curious to see his big brother. Neesan won’t explain where Touya is, and he knows mom is gone, but father is out too so all that’s left is to wait for Natsuo, head snapping up when he hears the door open.

“unprompted” ask // always accepting

Oh, man. Natsuo wasn’t sure what he should expect when he got to the house. Getting the news from his sister that Shouto had been turned into a little kid was hard to believe. If anyone else had told him he would’ve thought they were lying, but he knew Fuyumi would never lie about anything regarding Shouto.

But that just made him more curious about what Shouto was like as a kid. He only had vague memories of his brother from childhood, and it was something he always resented about the way they grew up. In another life he and Shouto probably would’ve been best friends growing up. 

He pushes the bitter anger aside as he enters the house. He could deal with that later. Right now, Shouto was more important than anything. 

“Hello? Nee-chan!” he called out after toeing off his shoes and padding further into the house. He pauses when he makes it to the front room, seeing the little boy sitting at the kotatsu, eyes immediately catching his. 

He stared for a moment. He almost wanted to laugh. Had Shouto really been that small? Or did he seem so small because Natsuo was now an adult.

     It had been a few weeks now since he’d seen the news report.  Seen that Shouto Todoroki, aspiring hero and determined young individual, had gone missing rather suddenly.  U.A. had conducted searches in depth and turned up nothing.  Endeavor’s swarm of underlings were apparently keeping their eyes out- a fact that the villain found no comfort in whatsoever for many reasons.

    Dabi would never admit it aloud, never sacrifice his pride unless it was absolutely necessary… but he was worried about his kid brother.  Seeing the missing person reports was one thing, but knowing for a fact that it wasn’t a kidnapping was another.  With a little persuasion, he’d gotten Giran to do a bit of digging.  The name Shouto Todoroki wasn’t popping up in any of the assumed circles no matter how much he’d pried.  Which meant that his sibling was either dead in a landfill somewhere or had fled of his own volition… and by any number of deities that Dabi didn’t exactly believe in, he hoped it was the latter.

    Whether by luck or sheer stubbornness, Giran had gotten a lead- a small one- and passed it along to Dabi.  A boy with a prominent burn along the left side of his body was seen in an area where one of the broker’s clients tended to loiter.  So, that’s where Dabi decided to start his search.

“shit, Midoriya, don’t.”

❝Don't move.❞ A command untouched by his quirk but laced with thinly-veiled threat slips out between heavy breaths, heart racing from the chase that ultimately came to an end when his target made a miscalculated move by losing his footing and crashing into a hurdle of cardboard boxes. Hitoshi had pushed beyond all endurance just to catch at least one of the men he and his fellow pro hero have managed to track down and he happens to be lucky enough to pursue someone who is relatively the youngest one in the bunch and hence easiest to capture.

They have wound up in an abandoned warehouse with tall shadows looming over them and the crescent moon casting almost no light through the windows at all. Hitoshi could barely see his captive but does his best to focus on their faint outline as much as he could. His grip on his binding cloth tightens but makes no move to use it— he has no reason to do so yet.