Flawless Victory Part One
A TodoDeku love story.
“Um, sorry if this upsets some people, but Katsuki Bakugou will most likely have very very little part in all of is. I have actually decided to just sort of turn him into more of a background character. So if you came here for the mentions of our explosive pomeranian, he isn’t here, sorry.”
Please dont go any further if you dont like surfing, water, open bodies of water, oceans, or themes of that nature.
Does it Almost Feel Like Nothings Changed
When Izuku had agreed to brunch, he didn’t realize he was agreeing to an interrogation as well, why couldn’t his friends understand, Izuku may just never be ready to actually confront those deeply bruising feelings. It wasn’t like he never wanted to see Shoto again, he just figured if they should ever be forced to meet again it should at least be under actually forced circumstances. “I agree with Uraraka, this isn’t something you can just ignore. I really think this is all overdue honestly, Izuku, don’t you?” Snapping his hardened stare in the blue-haired man’s direction, Midoriya bit down carefully on his tongue. It had in fact been an incredibly long time, almost a little over four years in honesty, but whenever he tried to confront the memory he just couldn’t quite seem to breathe. Pulling nervously at the curls cropping up from under his cap, the man gave the menu in his other hand a once over. Surely they couldn’t be serious, though it wasn’t really in Iida’s nature to make light or jokes of something so serious.
Shifting his gaze back to the trio around him, Izuku swallowed harshly, from the grave expressions he was greeted with Izuku was certain there was no way they were joking. “I dont think I am ready for something like that just yet.” The choir of groans that greeted him left him shrinking into his seat, and for a moment it felt like secondary schooling all over again. “I just don’t know if I will ever be ready guys.” Watching the auburn-haired woman nod slowly at his panic left Izuku irritated, how could they not lead with this. “Look, Izuku, we really think you guys should talk it out, he seemed super excited to see you,” Uraraka mentioned carefully to the man, he could tell she was doing her best not to frighten him off. It wasn’t working.
“Not to mention,” now it was Iida’s turn to, again, try and persuade him, “you guys use to be incredibly close. Dont you miss him?” Snapping his narrowing gaze to the other man, Izuku felt his hands begin to quake once more. They had been shaking ever since it had been made known to him that Shoto was coming, but here in this moment, it had gotten particularly bad.
“He really misses you,” Tsu had been quietly sitting alongside Izuku, gaze ever fixated upon her own menu. She hadn’t had a lot to say on the matter, and he appreciated that. However, what she did have to contribute had his heart twisting in a way it hadn’t in years. “Look,” he began to respond quietly, slowly laying his menu to rest against the tables gleaming surface, “I’m just not sure I am ready, I just don’t know if I can look at him right now.”
Tsu shifts her gaze away from her menu finally and gives Izuku a hard stare, “We are having a reunion dinner tomorrow, we will all be there to help you, so come, okay?”
Letting the plastic page finally slap against the table, he groaned audibly in defeat, “Okay, fine, you guys win. You’re right, I have to face this because if I don’t face it now things will just get even worse in the future.” Exhaling deeply, Izuku hung his head, how could he ever be ready for this?
To say Shoto was excited would be a grand understatement, he practically radiated energy. Tsu had actually offhandedly mentioned that Todoroki could probably power a small building or two with the electricity surging through his nerves, he had hardly noticed. Crammed into a Taxi with his fellow green-haired professional for a rather long drive had given him plenty of time to think about what their reunion would be like. He was unusually chatty, that too got an offhanded comment about how he sounded a lot like Midoriya in school all those years ago when he would ramble. Shoto honestly couldn’t be bothered with such trivial things, he was so close to his goal at this point.
“What do you mean he said no?” desperation echoed deep in his tone as he eyed Uraraka restlessly, “I have to talk to him, don’t you understand? The longer I wait to do this, the worse things are going to get.” Frustrated he shifted his stare between Iida and the auburn-haired woman. They had arrived a few days prior to he and Asui, promising to talk to Izuku, promising to convince him to meet with Shoto so things could finally be rectified. Yet, when he had arrived the pair had shaken their heads in defeat, Izuku had spent most of the past few days dodging every question or probe the pair sent out. “He simply isn’t ready Shoto,” Iida stated calmly, reaching out to put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “This is up to Izuku, not you, or me, or any of us. He was deeply hurt, it took a couple of years before we even learned where he was, and even then he made us swear not to talk to you about it. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but you need to give him space, you guys were friends for such a long time.”
Shoto didn’t want to listen to logic, he wanted his friend back, but the tight grip on his shoulder that kept him in his seat didn’t appear to be easing up in the slightest. Relaxing just a fraction, he took a deep shaking breath, he needed to be patient, he had been patient enough to wait for his friends to reveal to him where Izuku had actually gone. Now, he just needed to be patient enough with Izuku for the man to welcome him, “What if he never wants me back in his life?”
He swallowed painfully against the lump forming in his throat at the red-eyed man’s next words, “Then, that’s just something you’re going to have to respect. If you want to be friends again you have to let him sort his feelings out in his own way.”
He was going to go, really, he was, it was just the simple fact that he had grown uncharacteristically cowardly. Where was the boy who blatantly defied authority and regularly threw himself into the fray of chaos to do what was right? Yet here he was, clutching his hands in matching vice grips, to nervous to set foot inside the little restaurant. Just feet away, he could hear the quiet cool tone of a voice that he never could have forgotten. It haunted his dreams, even to this day, and was the exact tone Izuku read the scrap of a letter with. He was laughing, and it reminded Izuku of a warm summers evening, even without him insight, the green-eyed man knew exactly how those different coloured eyes would light up. It had taken some time, but the first time Shoto had actually deeply laughed had been a moment Izuku would cherish for the rest of his life. It was as if the whole room had taken on a different kind of glow, as if somewhere deep inside the other man a fire had been ignited. He just couldn’t do it.
“Izuku,” curious, soft, and absolutely heart wrenching, his head snapped up, orbs widening to dinner plates at the poised gentleman before him. His hair was still the same as it had always been, only now it lay tied up and clipped away from his slender face. “Shoto?” Butterflies threatened to surface with the queasy discomfort at the sudden meeting between the two. “Izuku.” Happier now, Shoto’s voice rang around in his head sending his heart into overdrive. When was the last time someone had said his name in such a fashion?
He couldn’t believe it, there he was, there was the boy now grown man, standing right before him. How could he not be delighted, he had been waiting for this moment for the last couple years, ever since he found out Uraraka knew where the man was hiding out. “I was hoping you would come.” Shoto felt his smile slowly start to fall as Izuku began to take a slow unsure step away from him, “I have so much to tell you.” Reaching out carefully, Todoroki avoided any sudden movements that would startle the clearly unnerved individual. “I don’t believe it.” There it was, that voice that had been absent from his life for far too long, unfortunately, the way it squeaked out into the world left Shoto baffled. “Izuku, I just want to explain-”
Cut off by the sharp shout, Shoto recoiled, “I can’t see you right now!”
“Izuku come back!” Shouting with concern, he didn’t bother letting the rest of his party know where he was headed before he broke out into a run. He was determined to make this right, even if things didn’t go the way he wanted them to.
Panting heavily, Shoto pressed his palms to his knees, lungs desperately sucking in oxygen before he wailed painfully, “You fell off the world Izuku, how could I have ever found you!” Lifting his head Shoto gasped nosily, he never remembered Izuku holding such endurance, “Zu, you just vanished, I never thought to come here because you never wanted to talk about this place. Why did you come here?” Hanging his head once more, unable to gaze into those wide startled orbs that had drawn him in all those years ago, “Why did you go to the one place I never thought to check?”
Izuku stood there in the empty street, chest heaving as his lungs screamed for air and his muscles cried out for a rest, that hadn’t been the answer he had been expecting when he had questioned why Shoto hadn’t come sooner. “Uraraka refused to tell me, I found photos of you guys on her computer, and she said you wanted your privacy. Why did you hide from me?” Chewing his lip in frustration, Izuku shifted to turn his back on the other man trying to pretend he didn’t hear the strangled cry begging him not to run away.
“You just left, Shoto, doesn’t that mean anything to you?” Digging his fingers deep into his green curls, he lowered himself into a crouch, curling up on himself almost. Izuku just couldn’t rationalize why Shoto would be looking so hard for him after he had left in such a brisk way. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about Izuku, I left you my information and you never called me. You never came looking for me, and I told you right where to find me.” Shotos’ response was yet another shock to Izukus system. Head swivelling, he nearly fell onto his arse, green eyes wide once more with confusion, then narrowing with anger.
Shoto had slowly straightened back up, taking slow steady steps towards Izuku, he was tired, he just wanted to move past this obvious misunderstanding. However, as those green windows began to narrow he found himself coming to a halt once more. “You left me a note?” Izukus tone was humorous and didn’t fit his expression at all as he began to rise to his feet. Groaning softly, Shoto reminded himself of what Iida had said, he needed to be patient, he needed to be understanding and be calm. He was just so afraid to lose his best friend again, he was so close, eyes darting down to Izukues hands as the other man dug through his pockets. “Does this look like a note?”
Now it was Izukus turn to show agitation, waving the scrap of paper before the other mans face, he growled out again, “Does this look like a note, Shoto Todoroki?” He watched a range of emotions cross the half and half man, anger, confusion, understanding, and then a sad sort of humour. What was it that he was understanding that Izuku hadn’t gotten now or then in the moment. “What’s so funny!?”
“Oh my god,” Shoto felt a whirlwind of discord welling up inside his body, somehow his letter had gotten caught on something, or even perhaps someone had tried to take it from where it was. Whatever had happened, it had caused one of the most painful rifts in his life he had experienced, “Zu, you don’t really believe that is all I really would have left for you. I don’t know what happened but that was only part of my letter.” Reaching out, he pulled the slightly shorter man forcefully into a tight embrace, “Zu, you should have tried to reach me. You shouldn’t have vanished.”
Izuku was at a loss for words as he wound his arms around his friend, squeezing unsurely, it had been a misunderstanding? His brain shifted in an attempt to think more clearly, Izuku tried to rationalize why exactly he would have responded in such a fashion. Why did it seem, if it involved a certain Todoroki, Izuku just couldn’t seem to think clearly. Oh Somewhere in his nearly full cranium, a little voice squeaked out an embarrassing thought.
At the same time, two singular thoughts travelled between two separate brains, lights slowly flickering on one by one. Oh no.