(Todoroki Shoto x Reader x Midoriya Izuku.)
Poly!
-BOOK ONE of the Lush Life series!
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I had known of the rumors, he was supposed to be a cursed being--something unwanted and maimed. But they never spoke of just how beautiful the man before me actua...
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—First Person POV.—
We spent a good majority of the afternoon wandering through the gardens.
When the weather continued to keep warm, I opted to stay close and use the arm in my grasp as a sort of cooling against the sun.
The Prince made no move to really push me off, and I even caught a bit of misty vapor escaping his lips—which probably should've put me off, but knowing about his mom's origins, I think I've got an idea of what he's doing.
And I couldn't be more grateful for it.
Thankfully, his taciturn demeanor didn't stop him from interacting with me throughout the walk—either by naming off certain plants or simply pausing to listen to my stories.
After I caught the sun surpassing the mid-point of day, I reminded myself that I'm supposed to find a way to get him to not pay as much attention to me that he's already given.
On another note, I was getting hungry—and the thought of a meal grew more appealing by the minute.
I mainly jotted the idea down as me trying to find a way to get out of this situation.
"Maybe we should head back inside and get something to eat?" My voice suggested—head glancing up while I shifted to stand from the lilac I was previously crouched down to poke at.
He nodded in easy-agreement "Alright."
And I catch a hint of Deja-vu when he reaches out, palm up for me to gingerly settle my four fingers along his grasp.
I'd been a little surprised by the initial callouses I've come to notice—they weren't too bad, slightly softened after a time of no longer wielding a sword and now the diminished remnant of his fighting days.
Instead of leading me off, though, the Prince raises my hand up to gently press my knuckles against his forehead—letting the roughened edges of his scar graze my skin.
Strands of crimson and snow-white flutter over the point of contact when he has to tilt his head down slightly.
And as that mismatched gaze briefly falls shut—
A sharp rustling sound cut through the peaceful hum and I blinked—partially breaking from my daze to glance off towards the treeline just beyond the path.
The bushes shuddered, and out stumbled a cloaked figure—their hood streaked with dirt and leaves, catching on branches as they tripped over their own feet.
Their steps were unsteady, like someone who had been running for hours.
And before I could process what was happening, the Prince leaning in front of me casts his gaze off in the same direction—his free arm reacting immediately and shooting out.
A wave of cold brushes over my features as ice overtook the land below—crystallizing a line that shot straight toward the intruder.
The figure twisted, streaks of green lightning trailing their movements as they darted aside with shocking agility, easily evading the blast despite their initial stumbling.
