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→Chapter 88←

A/N. Shut up Thor (the lamest insult I could find,.. cuz you know... it's hard to pick on either of them) in any case a lil' angst comin' right up.

REMEMBER THIS SONG. I swear after writing most of the story, and I listened randomly to this song again, I felt like one, either me or the song was psychic. It's almost 80% accurate tbh ifstg. Now is it probably foreshadowing? Well, all will be speculations until the right time✌🏼. Oh and play it while reading, maybe replay if needed. It's weird but I always feel like crying if a song really syncs with the chapter 😭 This is pretty much it.

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Todoroki's POV

"I can't take it anymore, everyday the children seem more like him, and Shoto, that child's left side seems so unbearable to me. All I can see is his father. I can't raise him anymore. I want to run away from this lif-" Mom said shakily to whoever was on the phone.

"No, I don't like him, please don't pester me like this again, I'm having a hard time as it is trying not to shout"

She gasped and looked up, the kettle let out a whistle and she looked back with those insane looking eyes.

She looked up and turned around suddenly with a horrified expression as I stared at her wanting to confirm if that's right.

This was no different. I was foolish to trust her, there's no other reason but that she toyed with my feelings.

I wanted to throw these thoughts and feelings away.

When I was around it her, it suddenly felt weird and fluttery, my heart and stomach felt like they suddenly got sick at the randomest of times.

So, I avoided her in the beginning after I realized it was because of when I was around her, because I didn't want to feel that way.

But as soon as she confronted me about it, I couldn't bear to stay away, almost as if I wondered why I even did that. I let the feeling consume me.

Even when she looked reliable and beautiful sometimes, when she stood up for me without care or was there whenever I felt down, and gave me another chance with a smile to right my wrongs despite how I disregarded her concerned words.

Although she hadn't really done some of those for me, the determination and fire in her eyes that came with fighting for others and caring heart, pulls me in. Even though she might have done the same for anyone else, every little thing was meaningful for me, even her reassuring, awkward, nervous and bright smiles, every one of them.

I don't even need to mention the first time she found out about my story and cried. I was so confused at that time, she didn't even know me. But it was just that, she understood everything about me with just one glance, and perceived my pain like it was hers.

I can't deny it. She stared, straight into my heart uncovering everything without any effort and then tore it apart as easy as paper.

That just made it more confusing. Did I do something? Or was that all just a fabricated lie? Did she care about me in the first place.

My heart hurt, like it was being stabbed multiple times with every second I thought about it, squeezing so hard I couldn't breathe, similar to the pain and stark confusion I felt when my mother had burned my left eye.

Just those four words, when were those four words from her enough to give me such pain.

I didn't even know when I reached my room, "I'll just do some homework" I muttered to myself, I'll just try to forget, I had to catch up with the class.