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A STORY FOR 🎃🕸TDDK HALLOWEEK 2023!🕸🎃

Based on Day 2 Prompts: Mirrors / Haunted / "Ghosts never speak till spoken to."

SUMMARY:

“You came back?” Was the first thing that the mirror said, a curious expression on his face. “I thought that you were done here?”

“What are you?” Todoroki asked, ignoring the mirror’s question.

“I already told you, I am a ghost.”

“I spent my whole weekend researching supernatural stuff, my google looks like I am ready to be a ghost hunter, but things still don't make sense! Your existence still doesn’t make sense!” Shouto spilled, his frustration at the topic leaking with every word. “I can see you, but I can’t prove your existence with numbers or logic! And this is so weird, because, what the hell am I doing?! Talking with a mirror?! The only logical explanation here is that I am finally crazy!”

Woah!, Shouto thought, surprised by his own outburst. Last time that he got to say so much in just one breath was at Asui’s 18th birthday party when he got really drunk, and was explaining why people should eat soba instead of ramen.

Or, a TodoDeku story where Todoroki talks with a ghost trapped inside a mirror.

Ao3 link:

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“What?! You didn’t hear about it?!”

“About what?!”

“It appeared!”

“What appeared?!”

“The ghost!”

…

Medical student Todoroki Shouto was a science type of person. Math, biology, physics and chemistry make a lot of sense, you can prove stuff using logic, numbers, chemical experiments, and you can show people that a bacteria exists using a microscope.

As long as you can give concrete proofs about something, that exists. It's not a rumor or gossip. Numbers and logic don’t lie. It shows you a fact, and even if you don’t understand why you should use that formula, as long as you use that, anyone will have the same result.

It is a fact. It is rational.

But that is his opinion, as a logical person. People are free to believe in whatever they want, but Shouto just didn’t understand why other people were so adamant on believing in…ghosts.

For some reason, since he arrived at his class that morning, the students from all departments were gossiping about the oldest building in the campus - the one that right now was under renovation. From what Shouto heard so far, something, a ghost of all things, showed up there.

He didn’t care about it, zombies and vampires could be spotted around the old building and he still wouldn't care, so he ignored the rumors and continued his day. Or so he did until lunchtime.

“So, Tsuyu-chan told me that Toga-chan told her that someone from the art department went to the oldest building in the campus because of a bet.” Uraraka said as soon as she sat at their regular table in the gardens.

“Oh, is that about the rumors that I’ve been hearing since morning?” Yaoyorozu asked, unwrapping a big sized (and really expensive looking) bento. “About the ghost?”

Todoroki had to control himself, or he would roll his mismatched eyes over this ridiculous gossip.

“I also heard about it.” Jirou commented, pointing her chopsticks at no one in particular. “And the students are also posting a lot of comments and stories about the rumors on the official students page on twitter.”

“Even the teachers had their own opinions about it.” Iida added, fixing the position of his glasses on his face. “Hizashi-sensei was yelli- I mean, sharing his ideas for 10 minutes.”

“This is ridiculous.”

Four pairs of eyes turned to look at the white and red haired boy, who was munching his soba undisturbed by the stories.

“A ghost. Really?”

“Come on Todoroki! You don’t have to sound so annoyed. It’s just for fun.”

“I just can’t understand what is so fun, Jirou.” He admitted, expression serious. “Why do people insist on telling stories about ghosts? It doesn't even exist, it’s so obvious it is a lie, and everyone still gossip and speculate about it.”

“Woah! Sometimes I forget that you are the ‘it doesn't exist until it’s proved the opposite’ type of person!” The short haired brunette girl whistled amused by her friend's comment. “But anyway, it’s not a lie.”

“And how do you know?” He arched a perfect red eyebrow. “Where is the proof?”

“It’s not a lie, but I also didn't say it’s true. It’s a rumor.”

“...It’s a lie.”

“Todoroki-san, just because you don’t believe it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” Yaoyorozu interrupted, her voice soft and understanding. “I know that you are skeptical about this kind of stuff, but some people believe and you have to respect it, okay?”

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I know.”

“But.” He added. “I just don’t…understand.”

“I know what you mean.” Iida seconded. “I am a math and physics student, so I understand that logically speaking, ghosts and the supernatural in general are something that challenges everything that we learn.”

“Oh guys, come on!” Ochako grunted. “You don’t have to believe! Just think that this kind of story appears once in a while for the college student’s fun experiences! I mean, remember back in our school days when people were always gossiping about the School Seven Mysteries? Here at college it is not so different!”

“Uraraka is right, you don't have to believe." Kyouka nodded. "I don't believe it either because I never saw a ghost or whatever, but still, it is fun when people do courage tests and other events."

Well, Todoroki could agree with it. It was fun to see Kaminari and Ashido, two of their high school friends, run around the forest after being hit with a piece of konjaku during a courage test during their senior year.

"By the way, what are the rumors saying?" The tallest girl in the group asked. "I didn't hear about the specifics about the rumors…I was too worried about the mock test…"

"Well, Tsuyu-chan said that this art student went to the storage in the old building because they lost a bet."

"You already said it." Todoroki commented.

She didn't mind Todoroki and continued.

"The thing is, there is a story about a mirror in the storage room."

"A mirror?" Iida sais retorically.

"There's a rumor…"

"Again a rumor…"

"Be quiet, Todoroki!" Jirou snapped.

"...that says that the spirit of a student is locked inside the mirror, and if you call it, it will answer any question. Some people say that it can even tell you about your future."

"And what do we need to say to call it?" Momo asked, genuinely curious about the story.

"Mirror mirror of mine."

They stared at Uraraka.

"What?" Jirou asked dumbfound.

"Yeah, I know, kind of a Snow White punchline, but that's what the rumors say!"

"Seems like Snow White will show up in the mirror." Shouto lips curved up, amused. "Or the seven dwarfs."

"As long as it is not the Evil Queen, anyone is okay." Ochako giggled. "But anyway, the thing is, the student said these words, and something really showed up in the mirror!"

"His reflection. It's a mirror." Came Todoroki dry comment, but his friends ignored him as Ochako continued the story.

"Unfortunately, the student freaked out and left, so we don't really know if the ghost in the mirror can tell you about the future or something like that." She sighed disappointed.

"That's a shame." The ponytail girl said, a hand on her cheek. "If this is true, I would like to know what I am doing in the future so I can prepare better."

"You already do good enough, Yaomomo." The short black haired girl tried to cheer her best friend, patting her on the back. “But it does sound like the kind of story that people would gossip around the campus.”

“Don’t you think so?!” The brunette exclaimed. “If I wasn’t already scared of the old building alone, I would like to take a peek at the mirror and ask the ghost how I can become rich!”

“It’s a mirror.” Todoroki repeated. “It will show your image, and that’s already an answer for your question. Only you can make yourself rich.”

Uraraka rolled her eyes.

“So why don’t you go there and tell me if it’s real or not?”

“Why should I?”

Their friends looked back and forth from those two, clearly, something interesting would come now.

“You want proof that ghosts don’t exist, so go to the old building and call the ghost.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“No, this is science.” Ochako grinned. “You prove theories by trying them, right? So say ‘mirror mirror of mine’ and see what happens. You will prove a point, and entertain your curious friends! It’s a win-win situation!”

Mismatched eyes stared at the brown ones for a moment.

Todoroki sighed.

“Fine.”

…

The sky was already a dark shade of orange and purple when Shouto’s classes ended that day. His friends were probably gone by now, fridays were the days that his classes last longer than the other majors, and no matter how much his friends love him, they definitely love their early freedom on fridays more.

He was tired, and had a lot of homework and a new project to start, but when he was passing by near the old building, the conversation with Uraraka came to his mind.

Proof.

If he goes inside now, he can show Uraraka that rumors are rumors and that ghosts don’t exist, and the earlier he does it the better, or Uraraka would definitely say something like he is afraid of entering the building or whatever.

He approached the building and pushed the door open, a loud crack sound echoed in the empty hallways, and for a split second Todoroki thought that this scenario looked like one from a horror movie that his friends forced him to watch years ago.

There were a lot of paint cans, wood and other tools like hammers and saws scattered around, after all, the college was indeed renovating the building, but no one was there, probably all the workers left early. Well, it’s friday.

“By the way.” Todoroki abruptly stopped walking, mismatched eyes looking around. “Which room has the mirror?”

Of all things to forget, he forgot to ask Uraraka where he was supposed to find the mirror.

…

The sun was long gone when he finally found a storage room for the theater and arts department. The room was filled with costumes, boxes with makeup, brushes and paint, there was some cardbords and signs stacked in one of the corners of the room, but the flashlight of his phone wasn’t good enough to distinguish what was written or draw on them, and Shouto didn’t want to turn on the lights of the building, the last thing he wanted was the security coming by and ask what he was doing there.

Going deep inside the storage, something reflected the light of his flashlight.

A mirror. A full length mirror hanging on the wall.

“Must be this one.”

A rectangular mirror with a golden frame. There was a crack from the top right corner to the bottom left corner, slightly distorting his reflection. Shouto put his phone on the floor and grabbed the mirror, taking it from the wall and turning it around to take a look behind it. It was heavy, but then again, the mirror was glued at a wood surface.

He inspected the object for a full minute, but nothing was wrong with it. It was a normal old mirror that the arts department probably dropped, but was too lazy to throw in the trash.

There’s just one thing left to do. Todoroki thought, putting the mirror back at the wall.

He stared at his reflection, his mouth opened.

“Mirror mirror of mine…” What was he supposed to say now? A question? What should he ask? He didn’t have anything in particular to ask anyway. “...Is there anyone more beautiful than me?”

Okay. What the hell just came out of his mouth? He joked about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, but his brain must have had a really bad short circuit, because what the hell he just said?! Thank God no one was there to hear that…

A giggled.

…or so he thought.

“Who is there?” Shouto called, eyes looking around the room, because he heard someone giggled.

“Well, so far, you are the prettiest person I have ever seen." Someone said, voice muffled. "But this is just my opinion."

The college student turned his head, once more looking at his reflection in the mirror, this time though, his reflection was not alone.

Big emerald eyes, curly and fluffy green hair, cheeks painted on freckles that looked like stars, and an amused but sincere smile.

"Hello!" The boy in the mirror said when their eyes met, the smile still playing on his lips.

Todoroki flinched. WHAT.THE.HELL?

"Oh, you are the first one that doesn't run away on the spot!"

There must be a logical explanation for this, Todoroki told himself, because how is it possible that...that...an image(?) was talking with him?

"Hum...? Hey?" The mirror waved a hand. "Are you okay? Oh, please, just don't pass out here!"

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I won't." Shouto found his voice again, mismatched eyes never leaving the mirror.

"Thanks god! I was really worried for a second!" And the mirror sighed like he was really relieved.

Shouto studied the mirror again. Was it really a mirror? Maybe it was a screen and someone made a really good job programming an A.I?

"I am not a TV, app or A.I." The green haired boy said amused, and Shouto flinched again, surprised that he was muttering.

"So..." He couldn't believe what he was about to ask. "...what are you?"

"Not 'Who are you' but 'What are you' ..." The boy paused. "I would like to say that I am a person, but people call me a ghost."

A ghost.

Hah. Great.

"Ghosts don't exist." Shouto denied, not wanting to believe in what he was looking at right now.

The boy in the mirror blinked a few times, pointed a finger at his own face, and arched an eyebrow.

"But I am right here...?"

"You're not a ghost."

"If I am not one, then what exactly am I?"

"...I don't know... yet ."

"Oh! I see!" The mirror snapped a finger, face suddenly lighting up. "You are shocked! Or just in denial!"

"I am not!" Todoroki grunted. What was happening? He was arguing with a mirror? He must be dreaming or gone insane! Where was the logic that he liked so much?

"Sure~"

Was the boy in the mirror sassing him?

"Anyway, did you just come here to ask me that?"

"What?"

"I mean, did you really ask me the same question that the Evil Queen used to ask her mirror?"

"I didn't know what to ask." Todoroki replied dryly, and then added. "And I didn't believe or expect that something would answer me at all."

"Well, I answered, so what do you want to do now?"

Shouto stared at the boy, analyzing him. Now that he calmed down and was trying to better assess the situation, he could see that the boy was wearing some kind of costume, like a jumpsuit, and black ironed shoes. The green haired boy was probably shorter than him and around his age. If this was some kind of prank, the mirror boy sure was doing a good job.

"I am leaving." Shouto said suddenly, grabbing his phone that was still on the floor, and turning his back to the mirror.

"Oh." He heard, and it sounded really sad. "Bye bye."

The red and white haired college student closed the door behind his back and quickly left the building.

...

Todoroki didn't tell his friends about the mirror. He spent all weekend searching for logical explanations for what happened at the old building, because as a scientific person, how could he accept that whatever he saw that day was a…ghost?

No. No way.

There must be a logical answer for that. So he researched, and researched and researched. The algorithms for his google showing now, articles about ghosts and other supernatural figures, people trying to hunt said ghosts or communicate with them.

When monday arrived, Todoroki did his best to avoid his friends, because right now he was a man on a mission to prove that whatever was that person he saw in the mirror, was not a ghost.

…

Shouto lied to Iida, saying that he would go to the college library to study for a mock test, and being a serious student, Iida nodded and walked away, proud of his best friend.

Now, the half white and half red haired student was standing in front of the mirror, on a late monday afternoon, glaring at his own reflection and waiting for the green haired boy to show up.

“Hey, where are you?” Shouto said, but the mirror was still only showing his reflection. He pondered for a second. Was the ‘mirror mirror of mine’ a condition for the other boy to show up? He should try. “Mirror mirror of mine, where are you?”

He blinked, and on the next instant, green eyes were staring back at his own mismatched ones.

“You came back?” Was the first thing that the mirror said, a curious expression on his face. “I thought that you were done here?”

“What are you?” Todoroki asked, ignoring the mirror’s question.

“I already told you, I am a ghost.”

Woah! , Shouto thought, surprised by his own outburst. Last time that he got to say so much in just one breath was at Asui’s 18th birthday party when he got really drunk, and was explaining why people should eat soba instead of ramen.

“...Are you done?” The mirror asked.

“...Yes.” The student answered, sitting in front of the mirror.

“What is your name?”

“Todoroki Shouto.” There was a pause. “And you?”

“Well…I am not really sure.” The boy said sincerely. “But I remember someone calling me Midoriya something. Well, something that sounds like Deku.”

“Deku?” Shouto parroted. “That…sounds mean.”

“Yeah, I know. But if this is my name…well, that’s fine.” The mirror, Midoriya, shrugged. “Why…did you come back? People usually leave here crying and shouting and never come back, but you…are here.”

“I am trying to understand your…existence.” And Shouto was trying really hard. “People die, and that’s it. The end. There’s no life after you die.”

“Some things can't be explained. And I am some kind of proof, right? After all, you can’t really pinpoint why I exist, and I don’t think any scientist would understand either, I don’t understand, and I’ve been here for a while.” Deku commented, but there was no arrogance in his voice, he was just saying what he really believed.

“How long? I mean, how long have you been trapped?”

“Hum…that’s a difficult question.” Midoriya looked pensive. “After a while you kind of lose track of the time, since I can only appear if someone says those Evil Queen’s speech. So, yeah, it could be days, months or years, but I bet that I’ve been here for a couple of years.”

“That…sounds…”

“Sad? Lonely?”

“I was about to say boring, but it fits too.”

This time Midoriya laughed, and Shouto couldn't control the small smile that appeared on his own lips.

“Yes, it is boring, but most of the time I feel like I am asleep, dreaming about a world and people that I can’t remember after waking up…so yeah, but I can manage something. It’s not like I’m gonna die…again.”

“Don’t you…want to be free from the mirror?” Shouto asked, taking a look at the golden frame. “Find the light or something like that?”

“Of course I want to, but I don’t even know why I am here!” The mirror boy replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “Maybe I died in front of a mirror and my soul got trapped, people say that mirrors have this power. Or maybe I am cursed? Or I am the real Evil Queen’s mirror!”

“...Don’t be ridiculous.” Todoroki deadpanned. “And how do you know this kind of stuff? I had to do plenty of research to find some legends about mirrors and their power.”

“I am amnesiac, not dumb.” Came the reply, and then the laughter. “I don’t know either, I like to think that I was curious about a lot of stuff when I was alive, and even if I forgot my name, I still have the knowledge that I got during my life.”

“Remembering your name would be better.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no. There’s no way to know.”

They went silent, Deku humming a soft melody that Shouto never heard, but it was nice.

“Do you…want to know your name?”

Emerald eyes stared at him.

“What?”

“I said, do you want to know your name?”

“Well, of course I want to, but how…”

“I will do some research, try to find a clue about you, and with luck, we can get a name.”

“Would you…do something like this…for me?” Shouto didn’t know that a ghost or mirror could cry, but the small droplets at the corner of Midoriya’s green eyes were tears. No mistake.

“If I can’t explain rationally stuff like ghosts, I would like to at least prove that someone by the name ‘Midoriya something like Deku’ one day was a living person.”

“Thank you.” Midoriya said between sobs, hands trying to stop the tears that keep falling. “Thank you.”

And for the first time since all that crazy experience started, Shouto felt like something was right.

...

The days passed by, and Shouto would visit Midoriya every day. It was fun, Midoriya was a good listener and was really intelligent, he would always give Shouto his opinions on the papers that a teacher would score, and mutter over small things.

Shouto didn't even notice when he stopped caring about the logic behind Midoriya's existence.

...

“Another test?!” Uraraka exclaimed, clearly indignant. “How many mock tests have your teachers passed you in the last two weeks?!”

“I lost track after the third one.” Jirou commented, not really giving a shit about Todoroki’s possible suffering. “That’s medical students for you.”

“Ugh! This way you will never have enough time to check the old building!” The brunette complained, and Shouto had to control his usual stoic expression. “The rumors are already dying, and I still don’t have an answer about the mirror!”

“Rumors are rumors anyway.” Todoroki said, not letting a single amused tone of voice escape his lips. “And if you are so curious, just go there by yourself and check it out.”

“No way! I am scared!” She cried, arms around her shoulders, trying to protect herself from an invisible threat. “What if something really shows up?”

“Then scream and run away.” He answered. Shouto wondered what Midoriya would say to whatever Uraraka asked about.

Yaoyorozu placed her chopsticks down, and stared at Todoroki for a moment, but it was long enough for Shouto to realize that the ponytail girl was looking at him.

“Something is wrong, Yaoyorozu?”

“No, not really.” The tall girl said, but her eyes still had a curious light in them. “I just feel like usually you would answer a little bit different that kind of question.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said ‘Then scream and run away’ , when usually you would say ‘Nothing's gonna show up’ .”

“Ah. That’s true.” Iida agreed. “That would sound more like Todoroki-kun.”

“Heh~” Ochako hummed, amused. “Have you finally accepted that a ghost may exist, Todoroki-kun?”

“I never said that.” He stated, trying his best to keep his cool. “I just gave you a logical solution for a hypothetical situation. Or would you stay put and wait for something to jump on you like those stupid people from horror movies?"

“Of course I would run away! No way that I am dying like that!”

“I thought so.”

“Yaomomo, that is a totally Todoroki kind of answer.” Kyouka nudged her taller friend.

“I guess so.” Momo sighed and went back to her lunch.

Crisis averted.

…

“Why do you wear a jumpsuit?” Todoroki asked one day.

“Hum…I wonder why…” Deku answered. “But they are pretty comfy.”

“It’s weird.”

“No, it’s cool! Makes me look like a superhero!”

“Are you a kid?”

“I look around your age though?”

…

“Why do we need to say ‘Mirror mirror of mine’ to call you?”

“I don’t know. But it’s kind of fun!”

“For you.”

“Of course! Or maybe there’s a rule like ‘Ghosts never speak till spoken to’.”

…

“Someone came here today.” Deku said.

“What did they ask?” Todoroki asked, eyes never leaving his anatomy book.

“They asked about you.”

“About me?” He got his coffee, taking a sip of the drink.

“Well, the exact words were, ‘Mirror mirror of mine, how many children me and Todoroki Shouto will be blessed with? ’.”

Shouto spatted the coffee and coughed, Deku laughed the whole afternoon after that.

…

“You are popular.”

Shouto arched his eyebrow.

“Why do you say it?”

“I mean, people keep coming here, and your name appears a lot on their questions.” Midoriya smirked. “Do you want to know what they asked?”

The red an white haired student glared at the mirror.

“Let me get a coffee, and this time I can spat all my coffee in the mirror.”

“That’s gross!” The green haired boy laughed, and Shouto's expression softened seeing the mirror so relaxed.

“It would be your fault.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

…

“Todoroki-kun…do you have a girlfriend?” Deku asked one day, freckled cheeks slightly pink, and for some reason, Shouto felt his own getting hot. “Or a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Hum…and do you…like someone…?”

That question was really tricky. Shouto should lie, but just one look at Deku’s face was enough for the college student to spill everything.

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh…I see.”

After that, Midoriya changed topics, and didn’t comment about it anymore, and neither did Shouto.

…

“Mirror mirror of mine, why can't I find anything about you?”

That was the first thing that he told the mirror that afternoon.

“I don’t know.” Deku said as soon as his image appeared in the mirror, a small smile on his lips.

“...I am sorry, Midoriya.” Shouto apologized, sitting in front of the mirror, a defeated expression on his face.

“Don’t make this face, it’s not your fault that apparently, I am a difficult person to find.” Midoriya joked, trying to lighten up the mood. “You’ve been researching for almost two months, you are using your precious time on stuff that you didn’t even need to.”

“But!”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“I thought…that I could prove that you existed.” Todoroki frowned, eyes looking at the floor and hands closing around the fabrics of his pants. “I thought that I could help you…”

“Todoroki-kun, look at me.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.”

Slowly, mismatched eyes looked up to find gentle green ones.

“You don’t have to wear such a painful expression.” The boy in the mirror commented, a gentle and soft smile on his lips. “It’s not your fault that there’s no information about me. Maybe I died so long ago that there is no data at all. Don’t blame yourself for stuff that you don't have control over.”

“I just wanted to find your name.” He muttered.

“I have one. Midoriya Deku.”

“You are not sure.

“I am, because is the name that you call me, right?”

“Midoriya…”

“Yes, that’s my name.” Deku smiled.

…

Something changed by the end of the second month since Shouto met the boy in the mirror.

“I hear someone calling my name when I am sleeping.” Midoriya said during one of their conversations.

“Your real name?!”

Deku shakes his head.

“No, they call me ‘Midoriya’.”

Shouto stared at the boy in a jumpsuit, Midoriya looked like he wasn’t telling him everything, but demanding answers was never a good option, he should be patient and wait until the grenette was ready to talk.

“Maybe it is a piece of your memory.” Todoroki tried, and green eyes stared at him. “And soon you will get an answer.”

“Yes, maybe.”

…

Three months after he met Deku, something felt off.

Shouto woke up that morning feeling like something was wrong. His alarm didn’t go off, he woke up 30 minutes before the alarm, and occurrences like that were rare since he wasn’t a morning person.

It was raining outside, the sky was gray, and once in a while he could hear the sound of cars running over water puddles. Usually he didn’t mind rainy days, but that morning, that kind of weather wasn’t helping him get rid of the wrongness inside his chest.

Midoriya.

The name of the boy in the mirror was the first thing that came to mind.

He wanted to see Midoriya no matter what.

…

“Midoriya!” He exclaimed, pushing the storage room open and going straight to the mirror, forgetting for a second that calling his name like that didn’t work. “Mirror mirror of mine, where is Midoriya?”

The clock ticked.

One, two, three, four, five…a full minute.

But Midoriya didn’t appear,and that made Shouto panic.

“Mirror mirror of mine, where is Midoriya?!” He tried again, however nothing but his reflection was there. “Midoriya! Hey! Midoriya!”

“...Todoroki-kun.”

The voice, that familiar and sweet voice came from behind him. Slowly Shouto turned his body, and behind him, was a shorter green haired boy, with emerald like eyes, and freckles that looked like the stars, wearing a green jumpsuit and black ironed shoes.

“Midoriya…”

“Hi.” The boy waved.

“You…” Shouto said dumbfounded, approaching Deku carefully, as if a single hasty gesture would scare him away. “...are free.”

“Yes…looks like that.” Deku agreed, not moving from his place.

“How…?”

“I had a dream last night, or more like I retrieved my memories.” He said, and when Shouto stayed silent, he continued. “I remembered why I was stuck inside the mirror.”

“Did you…” But Todoroki didn’t have the courage to finish that sentence, because right now, everything was too real.

“No, I am alive.” Deku said, and Shouto felt his heartbeat skyrocket. “And I’ve been alive for a really long time, when something called quirks were still going around the world.”

“Quirks?”

“Something like superpowers, I would say. Can you imagine a society where we had heroes and heroines running around the city saving people’ lives?” Deku explained, a little bit more excited. “That kind of explains why I am wearing a jumpsuit that looks like a Halloween costume.”

“Midoriya,” Shouto called, trying to make the boy come back to track.

“The thing is, there was a villain…her quirk allowed her to trap people inside a mirror, and I think she died before someone could figure out where I went. Time passed, and I was probably sleeping all these years, no one found me, and the first time I woke up, people were scared of me.”

“What was the condition to get you out of the mirror?” Shouto asked, stopping in front of Midoriya that didn’t back off.

“I had to remember my name.” Midoriya replied, a nervous look on his face. “For a few weeks, I felt like someone was calling me in my dreams…or memories, and last night…they finally said my real name.”

“...can you finally introduce yourself?” Shouto asked, lips quivering.

A few tears fell from Deku’s green eyes, but he smiled.

“Yes, I can.”

“So, mirror mirror of mine, can you tell me your name?”

“Nice to meet you, I am Midoriya Izuku.”

“Izuku…” Todoroki tried the name. “Izuku.”

It was perfect.

“Do you want to know who was calling me?”

Shouto nodded.

“Ask the question.”

“Mirror mirror of mine, tell me, who was it?”

“Someone that I loved so much, and fell in love once again.” Izuku said, loving eyes staring at mismatched ones. “Do you know someone that goes by the name, Todoroki Shouto?”

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“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“What?! You didn’t hear about it?!”

“About what?!”

“It appeared!”

“What appeared?!”

“The ghost!”

“Oh, is that about the rumor about the ghost trapped inside the mirror hanging on the wall of the storage room in the old building?”

“Yes!”

“No way, there is no ghost there.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because I heard it from a student whose grandfather used to study here. Did you know that is not a horror story? It’s actually a romance?”

“What? A romance?”

“Yep! They said that once upon a time there was a hero who was imprisoned within a mirror, waiting for his soulmate to appear, because that was the only way he could recover his memories and break free from his glassy confinement, so one day he could get together once again with his loved one.”

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An Unending Hunger for More

Day 3 of TDDK Halloween Week

WORDS: Blood + Hunt

QUOTE: “Tell them that you weren't hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranate seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.”

Summary:

Izuku was born with pain in his stomach and a desire to be something more. Shouto has a nothing of his own and takes him in to care for him.

Turns out Izuku's secret was more dire then either could have expected wishing just for one more night. A single bite is all it takes and to slay any who happens to get in their way.

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This hunger was something Izuku had suffered ever since he was born. A taste of copper always lingered on his tongue. While a terrible urge just itching underneath the skin. Rumors of who his father truly is always lingered, whispers of contempt and disgust. His father was someone everyone feared yet they could never confront.

Inko was a sweet woman who always offered help and yet was strong enough to stand her ground if they dared pester her child. Still, they feared him as if he was the monster of the night. Silently he endured it with the hopes of one day showing he can be of use. With dreams of becoming a monster hunter, he can prove he isn't terrifying.

That he will be able to prove to them that he can help keep them safe from the monsters outside their village. His former friend, Kacchan, had left him with a loud jeer and a toothy grin at thirteen. His whole life handed on a platter, "Just stay here Deku. I'm going to become a really famous hunter you just stay here with your mom. Where you belong."

And he was waiting for his own chance to leave.

That is until he reached fourteen and was struck with a terrible agonizing fever. The memories of that time were blurred with pain and crying as his mother tried to ease him.

Then he woke up to a nightmare.

His whole village was destroyed with no memories of what happened, only a terrible pain. As if every bone in his body had been shattered and then put together again haphazardly. Laying in the middle of the streets his nose was assaulted with the scent of blood. And opening his eyes he is face to face with a corpse of a woman. Her eyes were wide as her throat was caked in blood as if a wild animal had bit into her throat and ripped it out. It was a kindly woman who always gave him extra bread with a gentle smile.

It was surreal. Unable to truly comprehend the horrors as if this was an elaborate joke.

Bodies littered the streets in a macabre display of intestines on doors. Heads torn off and flesh littered the streets both children and adults had been slaughtered with no mercy. No explanation, no reason, and no witness to the atrocities.

He was no longer hungry for some reason but he wished he could puke as slowly it hit him. Just as he finally found his mother in the horrific tragedy. And he screamed.

His mother was tied to a noose by the throat as if had been held there for god knows what reason. Her face twisted in horror as it looked as if whatever had attacked the village had taken slow torturous bites for who knows how long. The beast had taken sadistic pleasure from killing his mother.

He could never sleep at night again, wondering why he never woke up and why the monster didn't take him.

And why did the itch disappear that day despite his whole world being shattered?

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Izuku was unable to move on right away. Every day he waited for the monster to return to the village. Clenching a pitchfork dreading the day the monster appears to finish the job on the one that slept through the massacre. Able to hear howling at the edge of the town he was afraid to ever leave his home as the scent of decay from all the dead bodies grew.

So much blood had been spilled but he felt at the least he should try to bury everybody before the animals get them. Noticing once a month some of the bodies would disappear regardless of how decayed they were. The monster was not picky with its kill as if it was mocking Izuku for his weakness. Unable to protect anyone, he weakly tries to bury all the villagers he can before more are taken.

That is until he met a white wolf at the edge of town. It simply stared at him as if it was smiling and Izuku wondered if that wolf was why he wasn't dead. Every day it would visit watching as Izuku buried the dead and at night he heard it howling. It terrified him yet there was something almost mesmerizing about it whole. Like it resonated with something deep inside him. As he buried the dead. Once again he saw the wolf at the edge of the forest.

"Are you telling me I should leave?" Izuku questioned.

The wolf seemed to have more intelligence than normal. It never did anything to him simply watching curious at the most. Still, it was the evening there were monsters in the forest so he couldn't leave.

"I guess I did finally bury everyone, you're probably tired of protecting me. But I should go during the day."

The wolf sneers and chuffs, as if understood his words to Izuku's surprise. He didn't understand but it was almost like the creature was mocking him. A bit slowly with some caution, he approached the beast trying to get a better look.

"Hey, do you understand me...?" He questioned softly as he extended his hand.

Then the beast stood on its hind legs as its body seemed to twist. The body of a wolf twists before Izuku's eyes cracking and bending into that unnatural form. Red eyes gleam as it bares its fangs with a cruel smile making it very clear his intentions.

At that moment Izuku realized that this beast wasn't his friend.

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He needs to run. He needs to get away or it will kill him.

Izuku had no idea where he was running as he ran through the forest with a deep gash in his arm. Able to still hear the beast howls as knows it will catch up soon. It was simply taunting him showing how he couldn't possibly escape. Those red eyes gleamed with malicious intent before fangs dug into his flesh. It burned as if the beast's fangs were an iron rod marking his flesh making him scream.

Useless. Helpless.

Izuku screamed in pain as it yanked him by his arm before throwing him hard against the tree. Knocking the wind out of him as he falls right back onto the floor wheezing trying to regain air. It was torturing him, just like his mother, this monster was taking its time. Watching the werewolf's feet slowly approach him it sneers with glee as looks down at him.

Then it stops, there is no warning as it only seems to stare at Izuku's bitten arm as it licks its fangs of blood.

"No- No you can't," Izuku very quickly realized it was going to let him live with that bite. It was going to turn him into something just like him when all he had wanted was to be able to help others. He wheezes as the beast seemed to almost laugh at his protest before suddenly running off at the first sign of light.

That is when he met Shouto. And he realized already as the male extended a hand to him. With those eyes that stared into his soul, they were doomed.

And he took it anyway.

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Shouto allowed him into his cabin as blood caked on Izuku's skin. The monster hunter in training tended to his wounds. Fingers lingering on his injuries felt like fire as the evidence of the attack was wrapped away. He knows he should say it was a werewolf that attacked him not some regular wolf. But always the word dies on his tongue.

"T-Thank you," Izuku thanked the other as the bandages were wrapped up wishing it meant the curse didn't continue. Yet he can feel it in his blood lingering just under his skin. He was suddenly very aware of this feeling of hunger he had since his youth. His mouth salivates but he swallows it quickly.

"Stop thanking me. One time is enough," Shouto spoke a bit bluntly but was clearly trying to assure him. He grabs a canteen and hands it to Izuku.

"Right sorry," Izuku instinctively apologized as Shouto seemed almost amused for a moment.

"Drink water you need to rehydrate as you did seem to lose quite a bit of blood. I'm surprised you didn't pass out," Shouto notes as Izuku accepts the offering.

It certainly is a miracle since Izuku had just been tossed around like a rag doll by a werewolf. Izuku was more than sure that several of his ribs had been broken along with the many lacerations. If Shouto hadn't saved him then... He is still able to taste blood on his tongue he shrinks back into the bed.

"Right sorry. I didn't expect to run into a monster hunter so guess I got lucky," Izuku admits almost sheepishly. Guessing at the least if he does turn then at least would be put down quickly.

Shouto raises an eyebrow at the other's assurance, "Technically a monster hunter in training. I could take out a monster but I am still learning about them, unfortunately from my father."

Shouto Todoroki, that name rang a bell if Izuku was honest at least the last name. Though it very much clicked that he was being trained by his father, he wanted to ask if his father was Enji.

"So your father is-" Just as Izuku was about to ask he earned a harsh glare. The coldness in Shouto's eyes shut him up quickly.

"I'm aware of my father's fame as a monster hunter. But I would rather not talk about him," Shouto made it very clear and so Izuku shut up. He had no right to prod anyway when he still didn't dare to admit the wolf that bit him was a werewolf. He should make sure to leave before the full moon, somewhere far away before he repays the other's kindness with harm.

"Sorry, I won't bring him up." Izuku apologizes as they sit in silence. He wondered what he was supposed to do as he knew if rumors of how werewolves are made it is only a matter of time... He doesn't even know what day it is or when the full moon will be.

"Hm, he's a man obsessed with being the best. Willing to consort with anything to get even a bit ahead even seeking higher breeding," Shouto speaks firmly. Despite having been the one to claim he didn't want to speak, he explains his heritage. He was part ice elf on his mother's side, considering his appearance it explains why the other seemed ethereal. An attempt to have a child with the nimbleness of an elf and varsity of a human. He's the only one of Endeavor's kids who was blessed with a talent for magic and the physicality of a human. A perfect warrior to slay monsters.

The expectations as well as the abuse he had to endure for these lofty ambitions. Mistreated and yet…

"Then just leave the moment you're an adult. Yes you're learning from him but you don't have to stick with him," Izuku spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. While he had wanted to stay in his village he knew the only way he would be able to become a hunter was to find a mentor far from home. If Shouto still wished to be a hunter then he could just leave once learned everything he wished.

"It ain't that simple," Shouto argued back though he did seem almost contemplative for a moment. "But... I guess it is an option."

Well, it was a start.

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Izuku learned a lot about Shouto. Shouto had siblings but the oldest died in a tragedy with a monster trying to prove himself despite his frail body. Shouto wasn't allowed near his family after his mother lashed out from stress. The scar on his face was proof of a curse from his mom as a reminder of his heritage. Yet despite all that Shouto still gave him kindness to stay.

His injuries healed as they talked about dreams as Izuku had once thought he could be a monster hunter. Shouto didn't think he couldn't but then for a young man who has never seen the outside and was blessed with privileges despite his struggles, Izuku wasn't surprised. Though when he offered to help train him when he heals the guilt grew.

Knowing unless he wishes to hurt Shouto he needs to leave at least for the whole full moon. That had been his plan anyway but as if somehow Shouto knew he planned to leave the moment the cabin had been locked.

"No- Nonono! Shouto!" Izuku shouts as he bangs at the door as it is just sunrise of the new day. He had planned to leave before the full moon maybe lock himself in some cave. His fist bang on the door felt studier than he expected his heart racing as he looked around.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll come get you tonight, it's going to be alright. Just stay here, I'll make sure you don't hurt anyone." Shouto spoke from outside as it was to assure him before leaving. Making it clear he knew the wolf that attacked him but he didn't seem to truly understand.

"Shouchan! Please, you don't understand!" Izuku shouts as he bangs on the door but then there is silence. The dread grew as the lies he had been telling himself were slowly falling apart.

Window-! He can break a window and escape before sundown it might hurt to get scratched up but-

That is when he noticed it had been shut from the outside the wooden panels seemed to almost glow. Shouto had placed a magic barrier on them as runes glowed on the wood they repelled him quickly. As if able to sense the curse in his blood it made him recoil. He was a fool, of course, he had realized what happened but because he lied he doesn't know.

Izuku felt hungry again.

His eyes welled up as he looked at the food that his cager had left guessing he should have known. It was more food than usual and part of him wondered if he had poisoned it. He wished this was the case but knows Shouto wouldn't do that. He was genuine and that is what made this even worse. He wants him to be unkind, to stop looking at him gently with kindness. To give him hope and give him that small smile-

Fuck. Izuku devoured all the meats his captor left him not caring about the pain in his stomach as he ate until he was overfilled.

Yet he never felt satiated as he wondered what Shouto planned to do to him. He had trusted him to care and to his despair, the food had not been poisoned. Was he trying to help him? Was this going to keep him from hurting others? He wasn't sure.

All he could do was wait.

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His body ached severely as a heavy breath escaped at the sight of the sun setting as the stars began to shine. He ate and ate and ate until there was nothing left before the sunset. It was as if the food went right through him despite the initial pain as the sun set his body was on fire. It reminded him of the fever the night before his village's massacre.

Izuku had been sick with a fever as his mom tried her best to take care of him. It was terrible as every part of his body seemed to be on fire despite his mom's efforts to cool him out. At some point, he had passed out from the pain only to wake up to a massacre.

This one though he was very much awake for.

While Izuku just tried to rest under the covers wondering if could just sleep this feeling only worsened. The blankets that had once given him comfort in these cold nights felt like sandpaper against his skin. He brushes and scrapes at his heated flesh with fire as he buries his face into the pillows. Then he heard a loud bang against the door.

"Ha, little pup. You allowed yourself to be trapped?" A voice jeered outside and Izuku tensed up. His eyes slowly look at the window to see large red eyes peeking in as rows of fangs grin. Izuku's body ached but he was frozen stiff as the beast that attacked him before was larger.

"You're going to consume him, aren't you? That little hunter boy that found you," the voice jeers and Izuku wonders if he is imagining this scenario. If he is voicing his own terrifying thoughts to that monster, "I can smell your scent on him. How close did you two get?"

Izuku's breath hitches. He knows it isn't mutual his own feelings were a mess. He stayed too long because he got comfortable enjoying how Shouto tended to his wounds. Taking his time and knowing as he gets closer the more he-

"Hm, aren't you hungry?" The monster outside his window jeers with rows of teeth. Then it disappears from view and suddenly the magic runes seem to have vanished.

"Come now little pup. Tell them that you weren't hungry despite how the village starved you for love besides those precious few," A voice seems to jeer almost mocking, "tell them you followed the pomegranate seeds because they tasted like blood, like love. You’re born from me after all, and love is the biggest curse of all.”

Izuku's body ached. As his body twisted finally, his bones snapped and he let out a pained cry. This feeling was familiar like that fever one month ago before the village's massacre.

He swears he isn't hungry for food. He just wanted more and he let out a loud howl as his hands twisted into claws. Digging into the bed as he grits his teeth as he sneers…

Izuku just couldn't help but he just wanted to stay a bit selfish.

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Shouto was currently running for his life knowing that Izuku had purposely avoided going for the kill. There is a giant gash across his right arm as instead of teeth the werewolf had clawed at his arm. Causing him to lose the only source of light and ability to fight in one assault.

"Dammit," Shouto curses as he knows he just left a trail of blood. He needed just a moment to rest to cast a spell to heal but it barely gave him that.

"Shouto," it was Izuku's voice. The monster cooed softly. Hiding the fact its true form was hunting him down. "Where did you go?"

There is silence. Shouto is afraid to move as he is pressed to the tree holding his breath. Only to feel something brush against his ear as it sneers.

"There you are," it jeers at him with delight. Before Shouto could even reach large claws grab him and slam him onto the ground. The pain shoots through his body as he gasps able to feel one of his ribs seem to have cracked. His breath becomes wheezing as he is face to face with the form Izuku had become.

Dark green fur covered his body with white patches on his chest where his heart would be. A muzzle full of teeth as bright green eyes seemed to glow in this darkness. Its tail sways behind slowly as it has its prey once again in its clutches. Toying with him, hunting, and purposely dragging out its kill making it clear what it truly desired.

The werewolf known as Izuku leans down to lick at the wound. And Shouto can't help but notice it still hasn't bitten him. Thankfully he still ain't being cursed yet if survives.

"Fight it," Shouto spoke up. With both hope and faith despite knowing werewolves are sadistic toward those closest Izuku was still avoiding certain actions. It didn't seem he liked that as it suddenly howled and grabbed Shouto by the head. The pain grows as the beast gets up holding him by the head before throwing him.

Shouto felt his head and upper body make contact with a tree. A loud pain as he crumbled onto the ground, his vision and sight wavering. He gasps wondering how many more ribs he has broken. Able to see the wolf stalking toward him as he breathes heavily.

Then there was fire as the wolf howled in pain stepping back looking in the direction of the flames. A wild look of fear and confusion showed as it looked in the distance, Shouto just barely heard shouting. Only to see Izuku lunge through the fire toward him. The last thing he sees before he succumbs to the pain is a row of teeth…

Shouto didn't expect to wake up.

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When Shouto came too he was surrounded by family.

"Shouto you're awake!" Fuyumi shot up. "Everyone! Shouto is awake!"

Natsuo came in looking relieved as hell. “I am glad you’re alright."

It was a surprise as he barely ever saw his siblings; they were always kept separate from him. Though his eyes narrowed a bit when he saw his father. Memories of what had happened to him reimaged and slight panic filled his heart. Wondering if he is here did that mean he-

"What happened to Izuku!?" Shouto shouted. His siblings seemed startled at the sudden shouting when the other likely had been close to death.

"Is that the name of a monster that tried to kill you?" Enji questioned. Shouto didn't back down wondering if he failed to save Izuku, "Unfortunately, I was unable to kill it before it planted a nearly lethal bite on you. It ran off when I scorched its arm like a coward."

So that means Izuku is possibly still alive-

"Wait, Shouto was bitten? You didn't mention this!" Natsuo spoke up looking horrified. Shouto then froze registering what that possibly meant slowly looking at his body he looked at how was wrapped up. It was more mangled than he remembered wondering how hard Izuku tried to keep him. How in a state of panic had likely bit into him to keep him away from the fire when had been avoiding it prior.

Fuyumi was horrified, most likely this is why their mom wasn't at all involved in this. Shouto already was suffering one curse and now had another. His hands trembled wondering why he was still here then if he would turn.

"The beast had you in its jaw after I tried to put a fire between you. I don't know what was going through the beast's head and I had thought he had killed you," Enji admits but it seemed there is a hint of guilt in his words. Was it actually guilt? Or is he just upset his precious successor now has a curse that makes him the very monster he hunts? A failure.

"So what? Did you save me just to kill me later?" Shouto snapped.

"Shouto-!" Fuyumi was startled but Natsuo also seemed just as pissed.

"The hell! You're supposed to be the best monster hunter and you couldn't stop Shouto from being bit?! I'm not going to stand by while you kill another family member!" Natsuo shouts as was already standing between Enji and Shouto.

"I am not about to kill him," Enji hissed. "I already made the mistake once. I'm investing in a place to keep him whenever there is a full moon, nothing has changed. I am only allowing you two to see him now as the full moon isn't for another month. But now he truly needs to be separated, Shouto."

Those cold blue eyes stared him down into his soul, "It's for the good of everyone that you are locked up."

And he was welcomed into a new hell.

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A whole month he was trapped in this stone cage. His siblings barely fought the moment they realized he was a monster. Despite their initial joy they grew weary and as soon as he was to meet them they were lost. Leaving him with feelings of pain and resentment wondering why they even bothered to pretend they cared.

Shouto wondered if Izuku even thought about him. Sometimes he feels like he can see him just outside the skirts of this tower. At the forest edge, he feels pained and miserable as the one solace he had was stripped from him. The one person he grew to like tried to devour him only to end up cursing him. Now Shouto is locked up like a beast given all luxury but the freedom to leave as if his father can't acknowledge what happened to his son.

They all were waiting for the first full moon to attempt the cure. The administration of Wolfbane could cure but also kill him. The thing he had hoped to do before realizing Izuku had long been a werewolf before they met. He guessed it a good thing he didn't since it meant Izuku would have died. His father was going to take that risk.

"Ha..." he lets out the smallest laugh as he looks at the calendar. Tonight was a full moon and every moment that ticked made him more terrified. It started small.

It was fevers that seemed never-ending. It was the taste of blood in his mouth and this unending hunger even when he tried to eat. His skin burned and itched as his hand scratched at it until he bled. Exposing fur that didn't used to be there.

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He was scared of what he would become when he heard the bang at the tower entrance. He limped toward it wondering if his father had come early for him.

It wasn't his father.

Standing at the door was Izuku on the cusp of transformation. Ears, tails, fangs, and claws but still human enough to recognize. It was clear he was struggling as if to keep himself sane and Shouto wondered why it had already changed. Wondering if with each transformation they become more beast than man. Never has he seen a werewolf in the cusp of transforming only already a wolf or beast. Izuku held in a basket making him wonder if the reason he disappeared was to find the very thing that could possibly cure him.

He holds it out with tears in his eyes. Those pupils were slit almost animalistic but it was clear was trying to hold back. Slowly placing the basket down though it clear had taken some in his hand. There is regret and mourning on the half-transformed creature in front mixed between man and beast. There is blood on him showing he had harmed likely why he steps away the moment Shouto took one step toward him. The injured boy who always seemed to stare off outside with wonder now was trembling with fear not of Shouto but of himself.

"I-I'm sorry Shouchan," Izuku said between a rasp and a whine. Holding onto the wolfbane like a vice he steps back. "I never wished this on you. I'll eat it so I won't hurt you, I'm sorry I disappeared but I can make up for it. Please eat your portion too quickly. I don't know how much you need."

He never left? Did he go to find Wolfbane for him? Wait-

"If you eat it while already transforming you will DIE," Shouto points out. As even to human’s wolfbane is poison but in small dosage before the first transformation you can survive. It was never a guarantee it would cure someone but it could prevent a transformation. But to a werewolf already in the thralls of the curse it would kill them. To the point it was a common practice to plant these around the village when there was a wolf among them.

"I can't live like this Shouchan," he continues wheezing as Shouto can hear a pop in the other's body. There is clear pain on Izuku’s face as held the wolfbane to his face, "All alone, unable to be near anyone. I grew up my whole life wishing to help people but instead, I'm a monster. I have always been a monster since my birth but I wanted to pretend it wasn't true. Please let me at least do this one thing to make it right before I fully succumb."

Shouto stares at the young male who was transforming just like he was but faster and quicker yet trying to make it right. The way his body twisted it was early and he realized Izuku couldn't be saved. Wolfbane would only kill him, and something in him recoiled at the idea of even trying to abandon him now as Izuku tries to walk about. About to consume the poison willingly after leaving Shouto with at least a possible chance of being saved. Shouto, despite the pain in his body, ran toward Izuku to grab, noticing how large the other had become.

"Stop! Don’t eat it, let us just leave. I won't let you die here not to my father nor to this suicide pact you’re trying to do. You know there is no guarantee this would cure me anyway and even if it did my father would just cage me more. Let me stay with you," Shouto spoke with certainty or insanity. The fever was likely making his head a mess right now, irrational even as moves in front of the now more beast-like monster. It was terrifying watching the once human mouth extending to a muzzle full of fangs but he cups it gently. It was still Izuku.

“You tried to avoid biting me. Likely if my father hadn’t come in you might never have bit me,” Shouto speaks softly as despite the cruelty there seemed to be an attempt to resist until he had become panicked. “You are trying even now. You are trying so let me help you once more, even if it means I also become a beast.”

Able to feel the werewolf's body seem to overheat making his own fever worsen like magma as those teeth suddenly bare at him. The other scent was strong, wondering if it was the werewolf curse. As those eyes looked into his own for a moment they truly connected as there is recognition in his words. Shouto knew there was no going back now as Izuku’s eyes glazed over and his own body began to succumb to the curse. As Izuku goes for his throat and the curse takes hold faster than it would with the bite of a wolf.

By the time Enji had arrived at the toward they had both left far from there. As Shouto held no love for his father and was abandoned by his siblings. Nor did Izuku have any reason to linger in this place of strangers. That bite had cemented the permanency of their curse to lose their humanity.

Deep into the forest, there are two oddly colored wolves, one with ice in his feet and the other with the colors of the forest. Terrorizing anyone that gets too close and devouring anything that dares come near.

Yet during the day, people swear there is a couple who smile brightly and also take care of monsters they come across for no cost. The runaway son of Enji Todoroki with the boy of green mixed with the story of monsters that haunt the woods.

Swearing to kill the very white wolf that bore the curse to everyone from the beginning.

#yoly's fanfics #tddkhalloweek2023 #Ideas have changed. I got sadder more messed up ideas for the other days.#This chapter a show of love and appreciation.

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