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He would recognize that look from anywhere.
White and burgundy hair, split perfectly down the middle, two differently colored eyes, brown and teal and a burn scar on the left side of his face… Unmistakably, this boy was none other than Todoroki Shouto, son of Endeavor, the number two hero.
Tomura knew him well, even before studying his abilities at the sports festival, he had experienced them first hand during his attack on USJ. This kid had frozen over Noumu, he had made it possible for All Might to escape the artificial human’s grasp. He had enabled All Might to survive this perfectly devised plan…
He was no Midorya Izuku, but Todoroki Shouto had still been a big part in preventing the number one hero’s death that day and the villain didn’t appreciate that bullshit one bit.
Now that he had some of his powers back, it’d be much easier to teach this kid not to mess with him again.
“Todoroki Shouto, it’s been a while. Hope the city’s been treating you well, because I sure as hell won’t.”
This was the last thing he wanted to deal with today.
In response to the sound of the other’s voice, Todoroki freezes in his tracks. There was a voice he was certain to never forget-- a voice that spills his name through a cold tone and even colder intent. Slowly-- cautiously-- he turns to face the source.
At that very instant, his heart sank.
Words struggle to rise. Shouto wasn’t sure how to respond to this situation. Shigaraki spoke as though he knew exactly what this city has to offer and how it operates; an edge of which Shouto did not have.
In this situation, where his right no longer emits cold and only his left remains able to be utilized, he could not fight. He couldn’t trust his left that much.
Who was to say that Shigaraki wasn’t suffering the same fate? Even so, reckless action will probably get him killed.
His lips part still, yet words refused to come out. Uncertain of what to say...
