An Ice Cold Night - By me

Before you read this - i want to apologize for any Typos i might have missed : 

Stepping stones

By SuitorLP

My life wasnt easy.

My parents weren’t really there for me.

It was of no surprise for me to see them being taken away on my 10th birthday 

Afterall they were villains 

I was more than happy to be brought into foster care 

But that diddnt help much 

I was rebellious thanks to my parents

My father beating his world view of “eat or be eaten” into me since my quirk had awoken

I saw the other children as rivals trying to steal my food and too late I had realized that this wasn’t the case 

I ran away multiple times 

But returned a few days late covered in bruises and dirt hungry and thirsty 

And to tell you the truth I don’t know why 

Franky I diddnt realize how good I had it there 

But of course because of my behavior I was never taken by a careing family 

After they kicked me out at the age of 18 I was lost

No education 

No food

No roof

But I kept being defiant to any authority 

I lived my life stealing 

Partying and whoreing myself out 

I wasn’t proud of that I just wanted to forget the pain

By this time many nights were spend in the streets it wasn’t bad perse mostly because of my quirk I could keep creeps away 

Having an offensive quirk like mine has its uses 

But of course this meant that whenever I was outside over nights

I couldn’t rest 

There is nothing more humiliateing then going to sleep on a park bench just to wake up to some bratty kid pokeing you with a stick asking you if your still alive 

It was around this time I met akria 

Like me, a nobody but he had something 

And that something was drugs 

He let me stay multiple nights at his rundown apartment and outside of a feeling of euphoria after I took whatever he gave me but everything else is just blacked out completely 

I know I must have done lewd stuff to and with him he was just that type 

But he gave me something no one else did and that was something like affection 

But I must have gotten boring to him 

First he gets me addicted on whatever crap he gave me and then just throws me out

Back on the streets 

With a body broken by him his friends and this stuff 

So here I am right this second

Standing by the river

I wonder do I need a stone

No

My heart is heavy enough 

It will drag me down into the cold abyss below me 

I smile as a tear runs down my face 

Will i be missed at all?

No ill be glad to leave it behind 

I jump

Someone jumps after me 

And the world turns into a deep cold black 

25

26

27

I was counting the seconds until I would completely drift away

32

33

30,,, ´what comes over 33 I forgot 

41

42

Something warm is pressing on my lips

It tastes vaguely of Wine

And then I saw 

The light of a street lamp hovering above me 

I was still alive 

Of course

With a world full of heros 

No one will let me go 

Without some goody two shoes safeing me for his 2 seconds of fame 

Maybe I can ruin his parade if I say the right things 

I almost smile when I raise my upper body of the ground 

Only to then uncerimounously vomit out water that had been accumulateing inside me 

I heard my savior chuckle next to me 

A chuckle that radiated both Kindness and utter diciplin

Wait how does that even work?

Once my guts were emptied out I turned to my right

There stood a man with White and red hair 

His mouth still cocked up into a smile from laughter

His hair was split in the middle to red and white 

And he was wearing a now quite wet suite 

i probably just ruined his special night out 

he moved to sit next to me 

Not saying a word 

Was he waiting for me to say something 

Just when I was about to open my mouth to talk he began

“was this a stunt or an … attempt” 

The way he phrased the word attempt made me shiver

“an attempt? I don’t think you mean quirk activation”

He chuckled this time sounding grave 

Something about his body language felt familiar 

“you know…” he started

“when I was little I had a very dramatic childhood “

He scratched a spot under his left eye 

You haddnt noticed it yet but there was a very subtle scar 

“what I mean is I was there sure … you must have gotten through some serious dirt but … a long time ago a friend stopped me from ending it and” he gave me a sincere look

That made my shoulder tense

“who would I be just letting someone do the same mistake I almost did”

He leaned closer to me 

Not uncomfortably close just close enough so he could make his point

“Let me help you please” 

I sighed a sigh of frustration

“What are you offering me?” 

His mouth twitched up into a genuine smile

“we are going to spend a pleasant evening im not a psychiatrist and im not claiming I can heal your wounds but I can listen push you into the right direction”

I gave him a pained smile 

“I don’t even know your name mister hero” 

His face turned soft 

“Shoto todoroki I … don’t have a hero name mostly to piss off my old man” 

That comment made me snort 

And think for just a moment 

If i remembered correctly shoto Todoroki was a friend of the Number 1. Hero Grape juice 

Infact Todoroki was the representative of his hero agency 

Maybe this guy was really just trying to help me 

I thought

Maybe this guy could help me 

He stretched out his left hand and I took it 

He grasped firmly 

Almost uncomfortably but still somewhat gentle 

Immidatly a heat filled my entire being 

For a moment I shrieked but his protective grin kept me calm

At first I diddnt realize what he was doing until I noticed 

That eventually I was dry 

“My office is nearby” 

He said

And I looked into his eyes 

These unusual two colored eyes 

“I will make a few phone calls and it has a changing room get you into something more fitting for where we are going”

I opened my mouth questiongly but he quickly put a finger on my lips

“Nah no spoiler” 

He winked 

Then I followed him to a limousine that was standing at the exit of the bridge I had jumped off 

He must have immidatly jumped out of the vehicle while its driver was still moveing the vehicle 

Todoroki was right

The drive inside the limo was very short 

It just barely reached the 5 minute mark

After leaveing the imousine 

We found ourselfe infront of a giant office sky scrapper 

“my office is on the top floor follow me” 

He took my hand and with an excited gasp we sprinted into the building 

This childishness diddnt suite his rather serious voice face and overall demenour 

I thought that maybe he was trying to raise the mood before brining it crushinly down with the topics we were about to discus 

Shoto lead me to an elevator at the end of a lavishly decorated Hallway 

All of this stuff looked so unbelievably expensive 

The plants decorateing the walls looked so excotic they might be more expensive then anything you had ever owned

After a long elevator ride we reached an office but maybe the term office wasn’t right 

It looked like tatami style house 

With sliding doors 

It even had a stone garden on a balcony leading outside 

“This is amazing” I muttered under my breath 

He gave a hearty laugh 

“this is my office” 

Then he pointed at a sliding door to our left 

“and that’s the changing room get some more normal clothes and then”

His arm moved towards a tiny table

“and then we talk” 

I scratched the back of my neck 

Doubt filling my mind 

Was this really happening?

Or was I having a dream while drowning 

Was this my personal heaven or was this going to be my personal hell 

After getting changed 

and entering back into the main office 

I noticed that shoto had prepared tea 

“Sit down and” he threw a smile at me 

Another one of these genuine heart warming smiles 

This time It actually made me blush 

And then

We talked

Well

Mostly I talked 

I talked until my throat hurt 

I cried 

I cried until my face was red from tears 

He only interrupted for occasional questions 

His face showing a wealth of emotions throught my story 

The story

That was my life 

When I reached the end he was quiet 

For a very long time 

Behind him

The sun had begun to rise making him appear like an angel 

And then I finally asked

“am I dead shoto…” 

His serious face turned into confusion

“all this its … its too good how are the odds of someone like you showing me not only this kindness but also being patient enough I mean … look at you” 

i pointed at the sun behind him 

A single tear ran down his face 

“that was both the weirdest and nicest compliment I ever recived but no you aren’t dead … yet”

“yet?” I asked 

A deep feeling of worry emerging 

Was he going to kick me out now? Was I beyond saveing 

Even from him? 

“with yet” he said after he noticed my face turning sour 

“I mean I wont stop you from trying again you went through some serious stuff but im also here to help you and I will gladly help you” 

I gave him a light chuckle in response

Somehow he managed to say both the right thing and the wrong thing at the same time 

“tell you what” he started

“I can hire you work for me I pay you and “ he paused and then looked me up and down

“and for now I can let you life in my guest room in my house until you can afford something bigger but” 

He paused and his tone turned serious 

“please don’t break my trust I will only give you one chance”

I gulped 

And then accepted his offer 

The sun shined on my pale face 

It was morning

A beautiful morning 

Slowly I got out of bed trying to not wake up my husband 

With light steps I walked into the bathroom 

My hair was a mess 

So I decided to take a shower 

The warm water was feeling like a rejuvinateing summer rain 

When suddenly the bathroom door opened 

“hey” I heard my husband say in a somewhat seductive way 

“hey” I said back 

He could only see my sillouett through the thin fabric of the shower curtain

“got room for someone else?”

“SHOTO” I exclaimed in an offended yet playfull manner 

“you pervert!” 

He chuckled loud enough for you to hear

“Says the girl that did THAT to me last night”

I blushed

“don’t worry I aint judging” 

Despite my protest he still slid behind me

And wrapped his muscular arms around my waist

“im glad you took the job” he mumbled into my ear 

“you asked me to” 

Yesterday shoto had offered you a job at his old high school

The prestigious UA 

You were going to be the schools new Librarian 

Excitement had filled you body upon hearing that 

You might not have died that night 

But you sure have reached your own personal heaven