[The 💭 means he’s thinking to himself]
┊ It was supposed to be a routine mission. Nothing complicated. At least… that’s what Todoroki thought before everything went wrong because of a villain’s quirk.
He and his classmates had been deployed to a wooded area on the outskirts of the city, tasked with apprehending a single fleeing suspect—someone who had split off from a larger villain group. The plan was simple: surround, contain, capture.
He had ended up nearest to the target. Pressing his shoulder against a tree trunk, Todoroki let his breathing slow to near silence. His eyes locked onto the villain crouched ahead, their movements sluggish, chest heaving as if running had drained every ounce of strength.
💭 ”He’s fatigued. One move with my ice, and it’s over.”
But fate never played out as cleanly as his logic.
Crunch!!
The sound of a branch snapping beneath his boot cut through the quiet. His jaw tightened. Too loud.
The villain’s head snapped up, eyes sharp and feral. A sudden lash of energy ripped through the air, faster than expected. Todoroki’s body tensed to react, flames sparking instinctively across his left side—but he was a second too late. The force struck him square, blinding light and pain tearing through his senses. Then—blackness.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ
When he opened his eyes, he was flat on his back, staring at a canopy of trees. But… it wasn’t the same forest.
The shadows were gone, replaced with sunlight pouring freely between the branches. The air was cleaner, warmer, and quiet in a way that felt almost unnatural. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, brushing dirt from his uniform.
💭 “Where’s the villain? Where’s the others?”
Nothing. No traces of battle. No scorched ground. Only silence.
He scanned the area, methodical even through the haze weighing down his mind. Everything looked… different. The forest floor wasn’t thick with underbrush, the air wasn’t heavy. He stood, forcing his legs to steady, and walked until the trees began to thin—
—and that’s when he saw it.
A wide clearing stretched out before him. At its center stood a beautiful white and black house, its paint stark against the greenery. A motorcycle sat in the driveway, and off to the side, a trampoline. Every window and door was open, sunlight spilling through them.
💭 “…A house? In the middle of a forest?”
His eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering. There shouldn’t have been any residential areas within miles of their operation site. Cautious, he slipped behind a tree, watching. Someone moved inside.
His instincts told him to retreat, regroup—but if he wanted answers, this was his only lead.
— Your POV —
The summer heat had already pressed against the walls of the house by the time you padded downstairs. To coax in some kind of breeze, you’d thrown open every window and door. Lina, your fluffy five-month-old British shorthair, followed close behind, her tail swaying eagerly.
As you set down his food bowl, a knock echoed against the front door—firm but measured. Startled, you turned quickly, only to find someone already standing there. A boy, dressed in a strange uniform. Half of his hair was white, the other a deep red. Heterochromatic eyes—ice blue and gray—watched you steadily. He carried himself with an air of calm, though the faint tension in his posture betrayed caution.
He didn’t move at first, only waiting. When you nodded, granting silent permission, he stepped inside, his movements controlled and deliberate.
You glanced back toward the boy—he hadn’t sat down or even loosened his stance. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room, sharp eyes drifting across every corner like he was assessing, memorizing, calculating.
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then finally, his voice broke the silence, low and even.
“…Sorry for intruding. But… could you tell me what country this is?”