A Lost God (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

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𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼

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3rd Person's POV

The world was loud.

The air buzzed with strange energy - not the soft hum of Dendro or the serene whispers of Irminsul, but something sharp and electric, filled with voices, metal, and movement.

Y/n stood at the edge of a bustling street, her small figure almost lost among the crowd. Towering buildings of glass and steel stretched high into the sky, glittering under the sun. Strange carriages with no horses - "cars," her mind quickly reasoned - rushed past, their engines growling. Lights blinked red and green overhead, and people with little glowing devices in their hands hurried by, too busy to notice the little girl who had just appeared out of nowhere.

She tilted her head, silver-green hair glimmering faintly as the sunlight caught it. Her eyes - bright as morning dew - darted from one thing to another. Everything here was so... foreign. No lush trees. No scent of the forest. No presence of her sister, Nahida. Only noise and color and confusion.

Her tiny hands gripped the hem of her dress as she began to walk, bare feet tapping softly against the concrete. The people who did notice her paused. A few whispered.

"Hey... whose kid is that?"
"Look at her clothes - is that cosplay?"
"She's all alone..."

Y/n didn't understand their language fully, but their tones were familiar - curiosity, pity, a little worry. She offered them a polite smile, the kind she had seen Nahida use to calm people down. But when one woman tried to approach, Y/n gently stepped away, her eyes darting around. She needed to understand where she was first.

The people here... they didn't feel like the ones from Teyvat. Their energy was different - chaotic yet vibrant. And as she walked, she noticed something that intrigued her even more: some people had faint traces of power around them. Sparks. Flames. Shadows. Quirks, though she didn't know that word yet.

Her mind buzzed with questions. "Where am I?" she whispered softly, voice like the breeze in Sumeru's woods. "And... where is Nahida?"

But before she could think further - a shout split through the crowd.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!"

A blur of motion tore through the street. People screamed as a large man covered in jagged black armor and smoke-like energy stormed into view. His eyes gleamed red beneath a cracked mask, and in his hand, he held a strange metallic weapon that glowed with unstable energy.

A villain.

"Hand over your valuables! Move it!" the man barked, his voice booming. Civilians scattered, hiding behind cars or running for safety. But his gaze suddenly fell on Y/n - the small, strangely dressed child standing fearlessly in the middle of the chaos.

He grinned beneath his mask. "What's this? A lost little brat?" He stepped closer, weapon crackling. "You'll make a good hostage."

The crowd gasped. Someone shouted for the heroes. Someone else tried to reach her, but the villain was faster - his hand darted out to grab her by the arm.