Letters From A Fan

Chapter 1

Shoto had his back to Bakugo, the two pressed firmly against each other as they became surrounded by villains. There was rubble everywhere, the groups forces wreaking havoc since the middle of the day. But neither Pro was worried; they hated each other, but when push came to shove they were the two best up and coming heroes and could handle scum like this.

Todoroki sent ice forward, freezing quite a few of the slower villains before they could dodge and waited for Bakugo's blast to knock them out, glaring when the blonde 'accidentally' set it off right next to his ear.

It didn't take long for them to surrender after that, leaving the two Pros to instead fight off the media. 'Ground Zero' loved the press. He'd strut around like a peacock pretending that he hated them while flashing his muscles and special gear.

Shoto, however, was much less enthusiastic, only staying long enough to have his picture taken and help the officers load up prisoners before slipping away as best he could. This time though, his eyes lingered on the familiar form of a young man in the front of the crowd, fanboying as he usually did.

He'd seen the boy before on multiple occasions, always watching with wide, excited eyes as he and other Pro's took on villains. Todoroki found him strange, especially since he'd asked around and found out that he was quirkless.

But he put it out of his mind and started to head home. It was already early evening and he'd been out all day fighting the scum that threatened his city so he was tired. But more than anything it was Friday, and that meant he had a letter waiting for him at his house.

Todoroki received lots of mail, as most heroes did, but unlike most of his peers, he had his delivered straight to his home so that the only weekly letter he cared about didn't get lost in the shuffle.

He'd started getting them every so often when he was still in high school, the first coming the Friday following his first UA Sports Festival. Gradually, they'd come more frequently until finally becoming a weekly habit.

At first, he'd brushed them off as some creep who paid too much attention to him, but eventually, he'd come to realize that they were incredibly detailed and helpful. It had started with an analysis of his quirk and suggestions for how to use it more effectively, pointing out its many flaws and strengths.

Now, they still offered suggestions but included more personal details and stories. The letters were more similar to one friend corresponding with another than anything else, and Todoroki was grateful. Between his standoffish disposition and status as a top ten hero, he struggled to even make acquaintances.

The only problem was that he had no idea who the person writing him was. The letters were always signed with 'Deku' and never included a return address. He wished that he could meet the person and express how much he appreciated them, how thankful he was that they'd encouraged him to use his fire quirk until he finally did.

Apparently, Deku had reached out to a lot of Pro's and offered incredible advice, so much so that the media had dubbed him 'The Analysis Hero, Deku' and sung praise as they tried to uncover who he or she was.

But Todoroki ignored the TV, radio, and newspaper garble. Deku had been writing him for far longer than anyone else that he knew. Deku was his friend, not just a source of information, and he hoped one day to tell them that.

Shoto walked down the street the following week in his plain clothes. It was his day off and he was thoroughly irritated that he couldn't go anywhere without being noticed and practically harassed by fans.

Still, these were the same people he vowed to protect so he told himself to calm down, using his right side to keep his still temperamental left in check. Just as he slipped away from yet another hoard of fans wanting his autograph, he saw that same green-haired boy getting knocked back into a brick wall by some random villain.

Todoroki growled and leaped into action, knowing that his license was in his wallet. Really, all he had to do was freeze the man's body while he was distracted and the fight was over. He huffed out an icy breath and walked over, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

"I know you…" he stated, crouching down to examine the man's very broken arm and bleeding head.

The man's big green eyes widened some, his face paling and then flushing as he sat still and quiet. He wasn't sure exactly what Shoto meant, so he decided it was best not to say anything, but he offered a kind, nervous smile.

"You're the kid that's always watching heroes fight." Todoroki continued, his voice hard with disapproval. "From what I understand, this isn't the first time you've been injured getting too close to villains. Someone with your condition should find a safer hobby. It's only a matter of time before you get yourself killed since you can't defend yourself. It's Midoriya, right?"

The boy's smile fell considerably, green orbs filling with frustrated tears. "Yes, that's my name and I'm not a kid. I'm the same age as you and-"

"And you're quirkless" Todoroki interrupted, using his right side to cover the man's arm with ice to help stop it from swelling too badly.

Midoriya winced from pain, both physical and emotional, looking away from Shoto in quiet disagreement. He obviously didn't believe that his 'condition' as Todoroki had called it was really important.

"You've checked into me?" Izuku questioned as he slowly got back to his feet. He checked his weight on one side and nearly fell all over again, yelping from his twisted ankle. Of course, he face-planted right into Todoroki's waiting chest, blushing furiously as the hero steadied him.

"I have," Todoroki responded once he had a firm grip on the young man. "It's unusual for the same fanboy to be at every fight around the city. Now, I'll wait with you until the police get here and then let you go, but I expect you to stay away from now on. Perhaps this incident will get through to you."

Midoriya grit his teeth but knew he couldn't exactly walk away with his leg so messed up. He nodded and moved to sit back down, keeping his sad and angry eyes away from Todoroki as much as possible. As the dual user had said, this wasn't the first time he'd been injured like this. So, he knew what to expect.

Eventually, the cops showed up to take the villain away, and his predictions came true. All he managed was a short, guilty wave before they scowled at him, giving Izuku even more grief than Shoto had. He stayed quiet throughout their whole lecture, though his face kept becoming more and more darkened.

"We can't take him to the hospital with a villain in the back, but another squad car could come by in about fifteen minutes. You caught us at a bad time Shoto, it's shift change." One of the policemen explained. "Besides; quirkless here doesn't learn his lesson whenever we drop him off. Maybe you'll have better luck?"

Todoroki wanted to rub his temples in irritation but kept himself in check, nodding to them with the promise that he'd see Midoriya to the hospital in their stead. As he turned back to the boy, he found him already trying to hobble off on his own.

"That's enough; you won't make it with your ankle injured as it is. I'll carry you." Shoto stated firmly, easily catching up to him and lifting him bridal style. He was very much aware of how the boy wriggled to get free and repeated that he didn't want help over and over but ignored it until Izuku calmed down.

He could see how red the man's face was, his freckled cheeks almost scarlet as people passed them. Todoroki couldn't deny that he found the quirkless mystery boy attractive and almost elf-like in appearance, his big green eyes drawing him in with kindness.

But he forced down his attraction and kept his face as deadpanned as possible; he didn't have time for something so frivolous, especially not with how prone this man was to getting injured because he refused to listen to anyone.

After checking him in, Todoroki was asked to stay to keep an eye on him until the doctor had seen him. Apparently, Midoriya had a nasty habit of trying to run off after being brought there. He could feel his eye twitching as he once again agreed and turned around, finding the boy on his cell phone.

"I said I was sorry! Please, don't yell so loudly, someone will hear yo- No- I… I didn't-… Yes. No. Y-yes. Kacchan? Hello?" Izuku mumbled quickly, the line going dead just as Todoroki sat back down.

"Who was that?" he asked, having heard the person on the other end screaming.

"Boyfriend…kind of… He's just pulled into the parking lot so you can go. I can tell you're off duty and probably want to be doing whatever it was you were doing before you had to save me. Sorry about that by the way… But, yeah, you can go." Midoriya explained, holding his arm close.

Todoroki examined his charge carefully, taking in the way his head hung low and his eyes were fixated on one spot on the ground, filled with sadness and resignation.

"If he's already here I'd like to stay and have a word with him," Shoto stated, watching the panic flash across Midoriya's face. That was a red flag if he'd ever seen one. "Is there some reason you don't want him meeting a Pro?"

Izuku started to wave his good arm frantically and shook his head, his lips spewing words a mile a minute that came out a garbled mess. Ultimately, it culminated in a bunch of poor excuses and pleading to be left alone.

Todoroki's eyes narrowed considerably throughout it, his suspicions growing about the nature of Midoriya's and his boyfriend's relationship. Just as he was about to respond, he heard a familiar snarl, turning his head to find Ground Zero stomping over to them, his gaze trained on Izuku like a predator.

If he was just a civilian, he wouldn't have known who it was. Bakugo was dressed casually but had a hat on to cover his hair and sunglasses. Without his signature Hero gear and most identifiable characteristics covered up, he could pass for a regular person. But Todoroki recognized that angry walk and mean voice.

"H-hey… K-Kacchan…" Izuku practically whimpered, his voice trembling with repressed anxiety.

"I heard you just got your quirkless ass handed to you again. Damnit! What have I fucking told you about going out alone? Huh? And why the fuck is Icy-Hot here with you?" Bakugo growled lowly so no one would hear, turning his glare to the dual user.

Todoroki was so taken aback by who Midoriya's 'boyfriend' was that he couldn't find an answer. It was only because he usually didn't respond that Bakugo 'tsked' and dismissed him as a 'damn mute'.

"Come on. Get your ass up so we can fucking go already, I'll patch you up at home." Katsuki stated, almost yanking Midoriya up out of his chair and into his strong arms. Izuku simply melted into the embrace and let himself be manhandled into another bridal style position, his head resting on Bakugo's shoulder.

They'd almost made it out the doors when Todoroki's mind finally stopped spinning in the dirt and gained traction. He immediately rose and followed, determined to have that word with Midoriya's boyfriend.

"Bakugo." He called firmly, speeding up when the blonde didn't even hesitate in his powerful strides. He sent ice towards them and caught one of the Pros feet, ignoring how he snarled in anger and how Midoriya flinched.

"You'd better have a damn good reason for pissing me off again, scarface." Katsuki seethed, easily breaking his leg free and stomping the ice for good measure.

"Midoriya is injured and needs to be seen by a doctor; return him to the emergency room," Todoroki ordered, doing his absolute best not to lower his eyes to the very exhausted and probably pain-filled form in Bakugo's arms.

But the blonde only snorted and started walking again, ignoring the command like he didn't even hear it. Todoroki felt his own blood start to boil in irritation, and he stopped Bakugo again, this time twisting him around by his shoulder.

A hiss caught both boys attention, their eyes finding smoke coming from where Katsuki's hands still gripped Izuku tightly.

"Shut it D-… Just fucking pipe down. It was just a few sparks." Bakugo growled, his teeth clamped together in irritation. "And you, candy-cane bastard. Mind your own fucking business. Little fuck gets hurt all the time so I can fix a damn broken arm no problem."

Midoriya's temple was already dotted with sweat. He was in pain from his arm, leg, cut and likely concussed head, and now had some burns to put up with. He really just wanted to be anywhere that there were painkillers and a bed that wasn't jostling him around every few minutes.

Just as Todoroki was about to say something back, he cut in himself. "Todoroki, that's enough. I… I just want to go home now. Kacchan… Take me home?" he pleaded, opening his big green eyes to look up at him pitifully.

Shoto locked his jaw against protesting further, but he promised himself that this wouldn't be the end of this conversation. He watched as Bakugo grunted and turned away again, moving quickly to his car and taking the strange, quirkless fanboy with him.

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