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Todoroki stood with his head down waiting. Izuku wasn't sure what he was waiting for. For him to apologies for the horrible upbringing Izuku had no hand in, for him to beg him not to view his quirk as an extension of his fathers, for him to overcome this self imposed obstacle in the name of a ‘fair’ fight. Izuku stood for a moment before finally breaking the silence.
“You’re right not to use it.” Todoroki almost jumped in his shock, clearly not expecting Izuku to agree with him. His bicolored eyes where wide, and he looked like he was struggling to come up with something to say, unsure if he wanted to defend himself or agree.
“You… you’re not going to try to convince me to use it?” Izuku leaned against the wall in a nonchalant way, moving his gaze to look elsewhere. He didn't want to scare the other teen away, but he had been waiting for this conversation, or at least one like it. He had noticed the boy holding back the fire inside him, literally and metaphorically. He had also noticed the looks shot his way, the barely concealed distain whenever he used his flames.
“No, I'm not going to convince you to use it. I don’t think you should. In fact, I think it best you find a way to suppress it for good.” Todoroki's shock turned to an almost offended expression, but Izuku kept going. “Fire isn’t a gift, it’s a burden that comes with an intimate knowledge of burnt flesh, death and destruction. If you refuse to acknowledge what you control, refuse to take responsibility, then you shouldn't have it. You clearly have no desire to learn to wield it safely, so you shouldn't have it at all.”
“You don’t understand! You chose to use fire!” Todoroki was practically steaming now, not expecting this conversation to turn into what it has. Izuku practically scoffed as he straightened up to walk away. Flashes of Ishval, lust, of the faux lieutenant ross... Hawkeye.
“I did choose it. That's how I know you shouldn't have access to it. If I had it my way, Endeavor wouldn't have it either.”