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The cold claws of death ravaged his skin, a touch oh so familiar. Tempting fate over and over meant paying the price in blood; bruises began to bloom, tainting the no longer fair skin of his arm a deep purple and a trickle of blood ran down his mouth. Be it the fierce confidence in capabilities or acceptance of what was bound to happen after treading the thin line between life and death for so long, eyes burned with characteristic determination; the lack of fear and anguish in the face of cruelty was what graced him. Ever since his youth, his mind was set upon becoming a hero and his admiration for his peers, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  (  and maybe even more so his overwhelming desire to protect them  )  drove him to push his boundaries.

It was after their battle, when adrenaline wore off and exhaustion seeped painfully into drained limbs, that he staggered, only to feel strong hands keeping him up on his feet. ❝ Ah, thank you, Todoroki-kun. ❞ voice softened, when he spoke again ❝ I mean— thank you, for always having my back. ❞ Emeralds scanned the other for injuries from the battle they just fought, before settling upon dual-colored eyes, only to see an expression that he thought that mirror his own. They had just survived a battle that shouldn’t have been theirs, but they had, just the two of them— to tooth and nail, to see another day. ❝ Are you alright, are you hurt anywhere ? ❞

Midoriya. The stronger he'd get, the more dangerous his fights would be. Shoto feared the moment he'd no longer be able to catch up to him. The moment he'd be left behind, and watch him helplessly march forward to protect everyone, to protect him. Shoto, who once wished to be the strongest, now only wished to be able to stand by his side. So they could smile together in the face of danger. There was no stopping him from endlessly hurting himself at the shake of their safety. At the shake of his dream. If he could listen to reason. If he could pay mind to his own limits and let him take over for once. Trust him, that he could win both their battles. But every time, they'd face more difficult challenges, higher walls to climb. They'd have to overcome their limits once more. Left with no time to heal or rest.  

Not everyone was born equal. He'd realize that now, watching him. The pain he'd have to endure, only so he could make his dream come true. Shoto never considered himself to be priviliged , or gifted. He'd be outraged for anyone calling him that. Many times in his younger years he had wished to be born quirkless, when sinking deep into despair and self-hatred. But now, he'd realize he had started from a different point. His body wasn't made to be perfect, he had faced many hardships to control his Quirk properly, but he now could see with his own eyes, that for the same vision, they've followed different paths.

Breath heavy, he'd still try to regulate his body's temperature. He had gone too far, feeling dizzy after using his left side continuously for such a long time. Searching with his eyes to find him, he rushed to his side. Unstable he was only a few seconds ago, but he used the last of his strength to support both their weights. His words were unexpected, heterochromatic eyes staring confused at the green ones. He truly had a way to speak to one's heart, when it was needed the most. Just like a real hero. “ Of course, ” he whispered, uncertainty hanging in his voice. “ You are not in a state to worry about me. ” He knew such words wouldn't stop the other from wanting to make sure he was alright. He was in a better state than him. “ But I am alright. ”

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[ embrace ]  for your muse to pull my muse into a tight embrace (( from midoriya !!

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[ embrace ]  for your muse to pull my muse into a tight embrace

He had forgotten the warmth an embrace could hold. How it had the power to make all his worries and insecurities disappear, even for a faint moment. Tears of relief threatened to escape his eyes. This wouldn't be the first time, the green-haired was setting him free of his fears. His fear of being touched. Of being held with malice. The pain imprinted on his mind — the pain he had known as a child — replacing every last memory of warmth and comfort. Reading even the deepest and darkest parts of his soul. A charisma only he had. To his eyes, Shoto felt the most vulnerable in the world. The barriers he had built around his self, were all torn down because of him. And now, he was standing before him, his heart in plain sight.

“ Midoriya. ” No other word ever sounded more sweet to his ears. Never had he said something much more important in his life, more valuable, than his name. Yet, he couldn't make his voice sound more than a whisper. Hands wrapped around him, holding tight. In this moment of pure happiness, Shoto realized for the first time what it was like not to mind losing his life, if this would be his very last moment. Eyes were sealed closed, as the rest of the world lost all importance. He was holding the world in his arms.

“ Please, don't let go. ” Don't ever let go. Stay with me. This was Shoto, being the most honest in his life. Having known loneliness from a very young age, he was asking for someone to stay. Not to leave him alone. With Midoriya, he was set free from his past. From everything that used to hold him back. ‘ The ones close to him were meant to suffer. Just because mom couldn't run away from him, she had to endure all this pain. He had to do this alone. ’ Yet, Midoriya wasn't disgusted of him. He wasn't disgusted of what he was shaped into. He'd see something else, other than the monster Shoto would see in the mirror for years. Something worth understanding. Something worth loving.

“ I love you. ” Pouring all his heart into those simple words. It didn't matter if Midoriya could return them or not. His heart would still belong to him. For as long as he continued to breathe, his heart was his. And if Midoriya couldn't carry the weight of it, he'd rip it if he had to.

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And when he thought he had already reached rock-bottom, he was proved wrong. There was even lower he could get, make his life even more miserable. Life was a bitch, there was no doubting that, but Toya used to think he was a nastier one. He believed he'd always get away, always find a way running away from troubles. And even if he was trapped living in a nightmare, in this broken fragile body, his mind would always run free, fly high, and escape the reality he was supposed to come to terms with. But it seemed as if he hadn't enough already.  

He expected that time to come. But not that soon, to be honest. Part of him wished they'd turn a blind eye for a little longer. He was the son of the number one hero after all. They shouldn't ruin the bastard's name by getting the word out that his oldest son was on drugs, right? Not that this wouldn't make Toya happy. But he had other, more effective plans in mind to make his old man suffer. Losing his hero license wasn't part of the plan. And that was the reason he gave in to the Commission's offer, despite knowing he shouldn't mess with those shady people. But when had he taken the correct decision? Now, he hadn't imagined they'd be that desperate to make him their dog. Or better say cat.  

When Mark entered the room, Rhode ventured little more than a glance up from his phone— barely even lifting his head. Ah, great. Company. And it had to be him.

Sunk down his his chair, he has his feet propped up on the seat of the chair across from him, ankles crossed and arms loosely crossed over his chest— save for the hand holding his phone, of course. Taking a break from the chaos of the set to catch up on some articles he’d saved to read. While he’d much prefer having a physical book to read, he couldn’t deny that reading online and pdf’s was a far more practical option. And there he was, thinking he’d had an escape. An empty side room, for once ! It was even relatively quiet, yet still had enough setup to be considered as one of the break rooms.