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“Are you All Mights secret love child or something?” Shoto question Izuku in the ally right before their fight. Shoto had been observing Izuku for the past months. How he got along with every classmate except for Bakugou. But not only was he getting along with every student, no he seemed to be getting along with the number one hero All Might. Even outside of class they had been together and talking about god knows what. Does this mean he had been spying on them? Yes, yes it did. But he had too. It was his job to outdo All Might. That is what his father wished of him. But the green haired boy’s quirk was so similar to the pro hero. Could it really be. That the one friend he had was related to All Might. How unfortunate.
Izuku’s eyes were wide. He was what? This was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. And It came from one of the smartest guys out of 1A. Todoroki Shoto was standing in front of him. Asking him if he was a secret love child of All Might himself. No fucking way. He started laughing awkwardly. “No way. I am not. Why do you think so?”
“You hang around him even after class. Your quirk is very similar. He clearly has a soft spot for you. You know my father is Endeavour, right? He wants me to beat All Might. And you are clearly his follow up so that means I will need to beat you first.” Shoto’s voice was dark. Remembering what his father would tell him every day. Wanting him to axel above all students and pro heroes.
Izuku frowned. For some reason this was very concerning to him. This was more the just being driven. This was more like he was being forced by his father to do better then everyone.
“I have trained years and years to get to this point in my life. The only reason why I am here is for me to defeat All Might. To be better than him and anyone else. To become the best hero the world has ever known.” Shoto started talking more. He was getting emotional, frustrated, upset. “I was born for this. My mom was forced to be with my dad. Driving her insane. Afraid. He had her for her quirk to create the perfect weapon to defeat All Might. Unfortunately, this was me. She grew so scared she poured boiling hot water over my face. That is why I have to win. To show him I can win without using his quirk.” He covered his scar. Izuku was alarmed by this.
(Time skip to the fight)
The two boys were facing each other in the rink. Waiting for the sign to tell them their fight started. Shoto took some time to look around for his father. Spotting him on the right back. Great, he was going to show him he could win with his mother’s quirk only.
“And begin!” Mic’s voice rang through the arena. The sign that they were allowed to start their fight. Shoto started with shooting an ice wall right at Izuku. Wanting to push him out of bound so he would not get hurt. He did not want to hurt people with his quirk. That would make him look like his father. Midoriya also had done nothing to make him hurt him.
Izuku spread his legs, shoulder with apart. Keeping himself more grounded. He had to do something. He could not hold back. He had to fight back. He had to fight back without hurting himself. He balled his left fist. It was better to first destroy his none dominate hand before hurting the hand he needed most. He flicked his left point finger at Shoto. Splitting and shattering the ice wall which had been going his way with a blast.
Shoto kept on sending walls of ice to Izuku while Izuku kept on breaking it with blasts from his fingers on his left hand. He even had to use his thumb and activate it with his mouth. His while left hand was blue and purple. Hurting really bad. He was afraid he was about to lose without having touched Shoto once.
It was that moment when he noticed Shoto’s shivering body. He was cold. His left side was covered with ice. His skin burning from the cold. Even his left side was not able to keep up with the cold. His body was affected by the extreme cold after all.
“You’re shivering, Todoroki.” Izuku noted out loud. Shoto’s eyes grew a little wider but you could tell he tried to not let it affect his focus. Izuku started running towards the half and half quirk user. Shoto kept on firing eye walls at him but they were show. Izuku was about to avoid them. He was running so fast and was able to punch Shoto into his stomach with his right fist. Sending Shoto flying backwards.
Shoto stopped himself from leaving the rink by making an ice wall to catch his flying body. That hurt so bad. But not as bad when his father would punch his gut. Still, he felt like throwing up everything he had that day.
“You can’t win against me with half your strength! You need to use both sides to keep your body heat leveled, don’t you? You’re having frostbite all over you from using too much ice. You’re tired, worn out. I am still standing. Is this THE son of Endeavour. Being defeated by the second round of the game? Don’t make me laugh. Why won’t you get it! It’s your quirk Todoroki! It’s your quirk not his!”
This activated Shoto’s fire. He was breathing heavily. Not understanding why, it was affecting so much emotionally. But he also knew. He felt emotional to Izuku. He liked that boy. A lot. Like... a little more than a friend would. Even though they were not even friends to begin with. Because he did not seem to remember him from the store. It must not have been as much of an important encounter for him as it was for Shoto.
Izuku thought the flames looked beautiful. He watched the dual boy activating both of his powers. The fire and ice bowing around him. It was hot. Incredibly hot. Endeavour was throwing complements to Shoto for finally growing out of his child like behaver.
A tear left Shoto’s eye. And a few followed. “Thank you Midoriya.” Shoto whispered. Izuku started running towards him again. Shoto raised his hand and blasted fire towards Izuku. The air went from being ice cold to insanely hot. Costing an explosion to happen. Knocking Izuku out and burning of Shoto’s top for a half.
Shoto was catching his breath. Looking at Midoriya who was laying on the ground, unconscious. He won. He used his right side in a battle. From the distance he heard a faint voice. It was Midnight announcing that he had won the match.