no matter what you tried, you couldn't shake him away.

trying to reach a villain was.. difficult, to say the least. shoto todoroki's current fascination was with you. trying to understand you, specifically. after the war, he understood. he understood that they didn't necessarily choose to be a villain. but their circumstances pushed them to fall into the trenches of villainy. he vowed to at the very least attempt to understand villains. starting with you.

day after day, week after week, he would try to find you. not with the intention of violence, but with the intention of communicating with you. did it seem like he was hunting you down? yes. was he aware of this fact? yes. did he continue? also, yes. he always attempted to seem non threatening. slow, cautious, and gentle. much like one would approach a weary cat.

running through the damp alleyways, you weaved. collapsing behind an abandoned building, you huffed. clutching your injured stomach, you hissed. damned heroes. they wouldn't stop for nothing. leaning against the alleyway wall, a quiet–almost unsure–voice spoke up.

"i've got some medical supplies."

you didn't need to open your eyes to know who it was.