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Todoroki Shouto smiled down; his “hot” side smoking and giving off little licks of flames as his cold side lowered the temperature. The freezing air meeting the burning air meant wind blew quick and fast, alternating between cold and hot. The atmosphere was heavy and thick, tension drenching the emotions of the two people in an alley.
“How’s that for a masterpiece,” he sneered, the fire in his blue eye contrasting the frozen glance of his grey one. “Is this what you meant? To make me powerful, you made me a MONSTER?? Hah. Fool. You feared losing your spot to a hero… when you should’ve been worried about losing your life to a VILLAIN!”
His mouth twitched up into a grotesque smile, stretching his scar unnaturally. His left side lit, the heat increasing in intensity, as his right side grew frosty, tiny shards of ice whirling and dancing around him. The tornado of flames and crystals was awe-inspiring, but ruined by the manic look of the youngest Todoroki’s anguished face; his sister and brother were dead, killed by the number one hero in a “tragic quirk accident”, which only meant that “The Number One Hero” had gotten tired of his failures and decided to rid himself of them.
“Shoulda called me, Sho.”
The villain’s intensity didn’t lose focus as he answered his estranged - presumed dead, in fact - brother with the same crazy smile, calling (but not turning around, the enemy was too dangerous, always dangerous) “Well, I knew you’d gatecrash anyway!”
The insane laughs of two murderers filled the alley as the third murderer watched on helplessly, hoping for a hero to save him. How ironic.