Absolute Zero

By Writerblocks_

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◤ ──┅┅┄┄*ೃ:.✧✲゚*。⋆─── ⋆✩⋆ Imagine waltzing on an ice rink- waltzing with someone you love, skating endlessly... More

❄️𝟚. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥🔥
🍃𝟛. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕤𝕜𝕪🔥
🍃𝟜. 𝕌.𝔸.🥦
❄️𝟝. ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤🔥
🍃𝟞. 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕪🔥
🍃𝟟. ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕝🥦
❄️𝟠. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕥?🔥
🍃𝟡. 𝕆𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤🥦
❄️𝟙𝟘. 𝕀𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖🔥
🍃𝟙𝟙. 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖🥦
❄️𝟙𝟚. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖🔥
🍃𝟙𝟛. 𝔸 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞🥦
🍃𝟙𝟜. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪🥦
❄️𝟙𝟝. ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤🔥
🍃𝟙𝟞. ℍ𝕠𝕥🥦
❄️𝟙𝟟. 𝕄𝕐 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥🔥
🍃𝟙𝟠. 𝔻𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤🥦
❄️𝟙𝟡. 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 🔥
🍃𝟚𝟘. 𝔸 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕🥦
❄️𝟚𝟙. ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕕🔥
🍃𝟚𝟚. 𝕋𝕍 𝕎𝕒𝕣🥦
❄️𝟚𝟛. 𝔹𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥🔥
🍃𝟚𝟛,𝟝. 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝔾𝕠𝕕 (𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥)🥦
🍃𝟚𝟜. 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠🥦

❄️𝟙. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕥🔥

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*credits to bnha for this picture


┏━━━━°⌜ ❄️赤い糸🔥 ⌟°━━━━┓

                    Shoto Todoroki:

                 I don't need anyone

┗━━━━°⌜🔥 赤い糸 ❄️⌟°━━━━┛


◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Todoroki's P.O.V.

Famous.

That's what I was. Or rather: eternally entitled to my achievements instead of my personality. Yeah, that sounds about right.

But how could I complain? For everyone else, I was the son of Enji Todoroki, the biggest ice-skater in Japan. Well, not really the biggest... He was the second, to be exact.

Still: everyone would only consider how lucky I was to be living in such a big house, with a good education, a famous father, and a talent for skating...

But none of them took a closer look at the appearances. What they'd call 'talent' were thousands of hours of practice, what they called 'a good education' was my father beating the hell out of me until I would faint if I ever dared to do less than he had expected.

I came to despise most people consequently. 

I had siblings. Three, to be exact. A good thing, you might say? Not at all... My father forbade me to talk with them. They were 'too much of a distraction', as he says. So much of a distraction that he even forgot to care about them, to the point where my oldest brother, Touya, had killed himself.

On top of it all, I have a scar on my face, courtesy of my mom who had thrown hot water on it. I wasn't mad against her. How could I be... My father had traumatized her, and he didn't even think twice when he decided to send her to a psychiatric ward.

Yes: everything was dark... To be honest, nothing seemed to cheer me up anymore.

But that boy had thrown light in the dark abyss of my life. That green-haired boy...

It was twelve years ago. 

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'I hate him. Hate him. Hate him!'

I just... wanted to be a normal kid for once. I wanted to know what joyful feelings were like... But he never tried to understand me.

"Why are you crying?"

I froze. The sudden question made my whole body tense up. How come was someone there? Didn't my father book the ice rink for the day? 'I shouldn't answer,'  I thought. However, I somehow felt that I should. 

That voice seemed so soft...

Taking a glimpse up, I met the gaze of a boy around my age. If his dazzling hair and eyes were the first things that caught my eye, the constellation of freckles adorning his cheeks got my interest. It made me chuckle: he seemed like a menu of innocence. It was puerile. 

He walked closer, then kneeled in front of me. I tensed up even more. I would normally send strangers away. I wasn't sure what my father would do to them if they got too close to me, which made me deeply worried about this kind of proximity. 

But the kindness glimmering within his emerald eyes prevented me from pushing him away. He seemed utterly... nice. And I hated it.

His right hand inched closer to my face, until his cold fingers brushed against my skin. My heart skipped a beat. I stiffened due to the sudden touch. He gently placed his hand on my right cheek and did what no one had ever done: wipe my tears away and show me comfort.

It felt like a dream. I opened an eye I had subconsciously closed to look at him. He was beaming. 'Why's he so nice?' I wondered, amazed.

"So, why are you crying?" he questioned again, tilting his head to the side.

'Don't answer, it's dangerous for him. Don't talk. Just don't.'

Those were the thoughts banging inside my head, creating a never-ending ruckus. At the end of the day, he could be like all the other children who'd never understand what I truly was going through, solely contenting themselves with futile appearances. Why wouldn't I despise him as much as others?

But then, he smiled.

His smile. Oh boy, his smile.

It threw all of my worries away, as if the prison of darkness I was held in finally opened to a world of brightness. 'Wow...' I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore.

"Why would you care? I sighed, looking away.

- Because you don't seem to be fine. Why wouldn't I care?

- Because we don't know each other...

- Oh, if it's that, I'm Izuku Midoriya!" he perked up, grinning brightly.

So bright... I could sense it even though I was looking to the side, averting his gaze.

"And you, what's your name?"

- Shoto, I divulged.

- Well, nice to meet you Shoto!

- Todoroki, I corrected. 

- Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you, Todoroki-kun!"

I hummed in response, mustering all of the strength I had to prevent my lips from curving into a smile.

"So, now that we know each other, why are you crying?"

'Shut up, don't let it out.' I distressingly thought. 'Dad might learn about this and then... only God knows what he could do to him...' 

Yet, the bright face he was wearing made it arduous for me to hold my words in... I somehow wanted to tell him everything, to let my emotions slip out of my mouth, to make them reach the source of compassion that he was. 

"I-I-

- Midoriya-shounen, are you coming?" called a voice from outside the locker. Midoriya peeped behind him before announcing:

"Yeah! Just hold on a bit, I'll be on the ice rink in a minute or two.

- Alright, don't take too long!"

Midoriya gazed back at me, granting me another closed-eye grin. I felt a warm feeling steadily growing within my chest. This boy was radiating positivity.

"Sorry for that, it was my stepdad! he announced.

- D-do you skate? I questioned.

- Yep! I guess you do too, considering that you're the son of Enji Todoroki."

I widened my eyes, struck by his words.

"W-wait, I uttered. You knew that I was his son?

- Yeah, I often write about skaters in my notebook," he admitted, scratching the back of his fluffy hair. "This means that I learn about their family members too, most of the time...

- So why did you even bother asking my name?

- Because we haven't met before. I have to ask your name. You're like any other kid after all!"

'L-like... any other kid? What is he talking about?'

"I'm not like any other kid, I declared. My father's famous.

- Are you famous too?

- Of course! 

- But it's not your fame, it's his, isn't it?

- I never asked to be famous in the first place... I sighed. It makes you feel even more lonely...

- Well, famous or not, we have each other now, so you're not lonely anymore!"

My gaze was fixed on his. I couldn't look away. I was engulfed in an ocean of positivity and it felt like the first time in a while.

'Positive... feelings... '

"Midoriya-shounen! the same voice called again.

- Yeah, yeah! I'm coming!"

He stood up, preparing himself to go.

But I didn't want to... I don't know what led me to do so, but I instinctively tried to reach out for him, desperately extending my left hand.

"W-wait..." I weakly whispered. 

I didn't want him to leave me.

"I'm really sorry, Todoroki, but I have to leave," Midoriya stated, offering me a pout to prove how regretful he was.

Suddenly, his face brightened up. He pulled a finger up, visibly having been struck with an idea.

"Wait, hold on a second..."

He proceeded to take off his necklace and hand it to me.

"Here! he exclaimed, beaming again.

- W-what?

- Take it! Like that you'll be able to feel better whenever you're sad. It's as if I were here!

- B-but, I objected, don't you like it?

- I do, but it's nothing. The real worth of an object isn't its material worth but its meaning, and I think that the latter will be greater in your hands than in mine."

I hesitantly obliged, taking it within my grasp. It was a beautiful silver necklace with a shining emerald at its end. I stayed there, letting my eyes linger on it for a while.

"Hehe, he giggled, it looks like you like it! I'm happy, then! But I really have to go now..."

He offered me one last dazzling smile, before trotting towards the door of the cloakroom. As he pushed it open, he turned around:

"It was nice to meet you, Shoto! he announced, emphasizing my first name in a challenging manner. I hope we get to see each other again!"

'Wow...'

I wanted to answer, to say: "Me too, Midoriya, I'd really want to see you again"; but I couldn't find the strength to do so. So instead, I offered him what I hardly ever did for anyone:

A smile.

Pleased by this answer, he then left the room to join his stepfather, the door closing behind him with a click.

I brought my gaze back to the necklace, swaying it lightly from left to right. If that was all that was left from him, then I was going to wear it as much as I could.

I kept on smiling, placing the necklace around my neck. The cold silver chain contrasted with my warm neck, making my face scrunch up for a bit before I relaxed. It was so beautiful.

My father came in, creaking the door open. He looked at me angrily before stating in a low voice:

"Stand up. We're going home."

I hummed in response, picking up my stuff before following him through the corridors. As we went outside, he looked at me disdainfully before asking:

"What's that necklace?

- None of your business, I huffed.

- I swear that you're a real pain in the ass sometimes," he sighed.

I ignored the comment. He wasn't worth the thought anyways. Midoriya was.

I wished that I would meet him again. If one person was making me feel like there was still hope, it would be him.

Could I call him my friend? No, it probably was too much for such a short-term acquaintance... But somehow: I wanted to become much closer to him.

'I wish that he was my best friend,' I thought.

Sadly, I was now 18.

And I had never met him again.

*Author's note: Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well and staying safe. This is the first chapter of my Tododeku fanfiction, I hope you liked it ;).

This is the second book I write (the first one was a Tanzen fanfic, you can go check it out if you want), so if you have any comments or criticisms to make, don't hesitate. I never say that enough: your opinion is valuable!

A big shout-out to the people who come from the Tanzen fanfic, thanks for giving this new book a chance ;))

Next chapter: Todoroki holds on to those memories. He cherishes them, even though it hurts him a little too. But surprisingly, he gets to meet the boy again, but not in the circumstances he thought he would... Shoto consequently wants to hate the greenette. But will he manage to pull that off? You'll get to know that in the next chapter!

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