A Lost God (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

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𝓐 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

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3rd Person's POV

Time passed quietly.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before anyone realized it - two years had gone by since Y/n first set foot in this strange new world.

The seasons came and went in gentle rhythm. The sakura trees outside the preschool bloomed, withered, and bloomed again - and through it all, Y/n remained the same calm, mysterious child who seemed to belong and not belong all at once.

She had grown a little taller, her hair longer - still white with those vibrant green ends that shimmered softly under sunlight.
To the teachers, she was polite and distant.
To most children, she was strange - kind, but hard to understand.
But to one boy, she was something entirely different.

Todoroki Shoto had changed too.
His voice was slightly deeper now, though still quiet. His gaze - once guarded - softened whenever Y/n was near.

They often sat together during recess, beneath the old tree at the corner of the playground. Most days, they didn't need to talk much. Just sitting there - watching the clouds drift by - was enough.

Sometimes, Shoto would show her how he could freeze a leaf in his palm, his breath frosting slightly in the cold air.
Other times, she'd touch the frozen leaf, and it would thaw without burning - vibrant green returning as though it had never suffered.

He never asked how she did it.
And she never told him.

They just understood.

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One Afternoon

The air was cool that day, with faint petals dancing across the grass. The other kids were chasing bubbles, laughing, shouting - but Y/n and Shoto stayed beneath their usual tree, sitting cross-legged in silence.

Shoto glanced at her hands - pale, delicate, resting on her lap.
He thought they looked like sunlight caught in snow.

"Y/n," he said quietly.

She hummed, eyes still on the clouds. "Hm?"

"Why don't you play with the others?"

She tilted her head slightly. "Because they play to forget. I like to remember."

He frowned. "Remember what?"

Her voice softened. "Someone I miss."

Shoto didn't know how to answer that, so he just nodded. He knew something about missing people too - even if his home life was too complicated for him to explain.

After a moment, Y/n looked at him. "You've grown stronger."

He blinked. "You can tell?"

She smiled faintly. "The air around you feels... steadier. You're not as cold as before."

He hesitated, glancing down at his hand. "I don't like the fire part."