A Lost God (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

Chapter 2

But before he could touch her, the air shimmered.

Y/n's expression didn't change. Her eyes glowed faintly - a soft, emerald hue that seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. The ground beneath them rippled, green sigils blooming in a perfect circle around her feet.

The villain froze mid-step.

"What the-?!"

From the sigil, thin vines of pure light erupted, weaving and curling through the air. They struck like serpents, wrapping around the man's arm and chest, then flinging him backward with inhuman force. He crashed into a wall, the air leaving his lungs in a shocked gasp. The weapon clattered to the ground.

The crowd stared, silent.

Y/n blinked, lowering her small hands. The light faded, the sigils dissolving into motes of green dust that vanished into the wind. She looked down at her fingers - faintly trembling. The energy here was different, unstable, almost too sharp for her Dendro powers to fully connect with. It was like trying to draw from soil that wasn't her own.

The villain roared, pushing himself up again, smoke and anger radiating from his body. "You little-"

He charged forward.

Y/n raised her hand instinctively, a faint glow building in her palm. This time, the sigil appeared faster - more focused. The vines shot out again, but instead of binding, they slammed into the ground, erupting into a wave of force that knocked him clean off his feet. He crashed into a lamppost, unconscious.

Silence fell over the street.

Then - gasps, murmurs, phones being pulled out, voices overlapping.

"Did you see that?!"
"That kid- she did that!"
"Is she a mutant? A new hero?"
"She doesn't even look five years old!"

Y/n looked around, confused and suddenly overwhelmed by the noise. People were moving closer, their strange devices pointed at her, flashing with light. Her breathing quickened - this was too much. Too loud. Too different.

She took a step back, trembling slightly. "I... I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." she whispered, though no one understood.

Just then, sirens wailed in the distance - the heroes were coming.

Panicking, Y/n darted toward a side alley, her small feet barely making a sound. The crowd shouted after her, but she was fast - impossibly fast for a child. The green glow flickered briefly as she leapt onto a low wall, vanishing into the maze of narrow streets before the pro heroes arrived on the scene.

When they did - all they found was the unconscious villain, the cracked pavement, and faint traces of glowing green dust scattered on the wind.

Aizawa Shouta, who arrived moments later with a tired sigh, crouched near the scene, his scarf fluttering faintly. "Report," he muttered.

"Villain's down, Eraser Head," said one of the officers. "Witnesses say... a child took him out."

Aizawa frowned, eyes narrowing. "A child?"

"Yes, sir. About four or five years old. Dressed weirdly - like something out of a fairy tale. Small, white hair, glowing eyes..."

The hero's expression didn't change, but his mind sharpened. He glanced at the faint traces of green residue glowing on the pavement - something unlike any Quirk manifestation he'd seen before.

"...Find her," he said quietly. "Before someone else does."

Meanwhile, Y/n sat beneath a large tree in a quiet park, clutching her knees to her chest. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear and wonder all at once.

She didn't know this world. She didn't know how she got here.

But somewhere deep inside, she could still feel Nahida - faintly, like a whisper carried by the wind.

She looked up at the blue sky, determination flickering in her eyes. "I'll find my way back," she murmured softly. "I promise, sister."

And though she didn't know it yet - her arrival had already changed the course of this world's future.