Unfortunately. [ He'll miss more than the tea, and at least he could admit to that. After saying it, and after asking him twice to come back, Shouto doesn't think he could be more obvious in that, at least. It's strange to be vulnerable like that.
It was strange to be anything, frankly, but apathetic and angry in turns. But now he knows there's more than that, as he looks at Midoriya Izuku and takes him in. His loyal friend and companion, so much more than a simple pawn. But no one else needs to know that, until it's too late. ]
[There's a small wistful smile. He'll miss these nights, but they'll both do what they must to ensure a better future for the kingdom. With any luck, things might take less than a full month.
He bows to Shouto before starting to gather up the tea set, and getting up.]
I'll see you again.
[Maybe not as soon, but he certainly will. The queen protects his king after all. Not always directly, but he always will.]
[ What strikes him most about this, beyond the fact Izuku will be gone, is the fact that he has to act like everything is normal. Not only in that the two of them aren't up to anything, but that he doesn't miss him. That he's not going to be lonely like he was after his mother was sent away. He has Fuyumi, of course, but it's... different.
He watches Izuku prepare to leave his room - prepare to leave, head to the north where the winters are colder and his mother's family rules over everything with ice quirks, helping their people like Endeavor was meant to but hasn't, truly, in years. Izuku will be able to travel easily, he thinks, with the promise of winter still a ways off, but he still worries. Still thinks more of when a month will come and pass, and Izuku will return, more than anything else.
So he looks up at him before he leaves the room, keen edges softened. ]
[He doesn't trip, he doesn't stumble, but he stops right before opening the door, grip tightening on the tray in his hand. Ducks his head. Smiles. Izuku, the first time Shouto's used his first name- a clear sign of just how close they've become. The first time is right before he leaves for at least a month. Shouto wants him to know before, he's gone.
They're partners. Perhaps not equal yet, but certainly partners in this rebellion, the future leader of the clan and the piece that moves in his stead. He'll never leave his king, even as he travels across the field. He knows what all of this is for, and it's why he's so willing.
He raises his gaze and his smile up to Shouto. The last time in a long time that he'll be able to say this.]
I will. [He'll come back.] Be safe. [Be careful, Shouto. He's strong but the castle is dangerous- they both know it.
With that he's out the door, and preparing for tomorrow.]
A month is a long time for him to do that, to keep his head down without appearing like he's up to something. Luckily, beligerence is something that many under Endeavor's allegiance have come to expect from him, so his general refusal to speak with them and the cold shoulder that he gives (both literally and figuratively) isn't something too out of the norm. The lip that he gives his father, too, although he does well to keep it within the usual register rather than pushing his luck or dulling those fangs of his.
But it's what Izuku wanted of him, wished of him. And if he remains safe, then he'll be there for Izuku to come back to.
But every day is longer than the next, in his opinion. Fuyumi can see the way it weighs on him when it's just the two of them settling in together in the afternoons, and knows that he misses the taikomochi terribly. Of course he does, though - he couldn't see him off, could only say goodbye the night before. And him sending letters, even unsigned, would ask for far more danger than either of them need when this is already so dangerous.
So to say that he counts down the days until a month has come would probably be an understatement, no matter how well he keeps it under wraps. ]
[It's a long way north- about a week or so, considering how much territory Enji has managed to conquer. It's lucky that Izuku doesn't look like much- he blends into crowds so easily. Nobody would ever suspect him of being tied to the Todoroki's unless he said something. It's for the best.
It's another two weeks as he winds Todoroki's mother's clan around his fingers. The new head of the clan willing to listen to him when he means a plea on behalf of Shouto. And he notices when a few of their sons and daughters spare him a glance or two. He's plain, but he's skilled. When it comes to talking, people tend to listen. He's been in a great deal of courts, even before settling in Shouto's. He knows how this game is played.
If he has their attention, he makes a small suggestion. Plants it in their head and has them slowly agreeing to side with Shouto over his tyrant of a father.
It all goes well. That is, until he comes home. It's darker than he'd like, but it was a little safer to get home this way. Hopefully slipping quietly back into the Todoroki household with little fuss.
But a guard sees him- maybe doesn't recognize him, maybe he does. It's dark enough that he could claim either- and there's an arrow pierced through Izuku's right upper arm.
Adrenaline spikes. He doesn't feel the pain. He somehow manages he way to Shouto's room.
Shouto is there. Shouto is safe.
He manages a shaky smile.]
I'm home.
[The adrenaline high wears off. Izuku is left gritting his teeth in pain before sinking to his knees and passing out from the blood loss. The last thing he sees are Shouto's beautiful mismatched eyes.]
[ Time feels like it goes on forever, while Shouto waits.
His father doesn't even notice that Izuku is gone, and he can't say that he's even remotely shocked by this, given how little he pays him any attention. Some of the people who act as his eyes and ears notice, and they harass his son a little. But Shouto stares at them mutely until they leave him be, and then goes to Fuyumi for some kind of council. He appreciates her presence more than anything, and while the kindest thing Todoroki Enji could do for her is ignore her, it makes it easier for his supposed masterpiece to find some peace and quiet while his closest companion is gone.
A month can't pass faster. He misses Izuku, misses his tea and his company and his smile. Misses when he laughs at some stupid, dry thing that Shouto says offhandedly. Misses his clever mind and soft eyes.
But when he made him promise that he would come home - come back to him - this was not what he wanted.
Shouto looks up when the door opens, expecting it to be a servant or his sister, maybe one of his brothers, but his eyes widen and his entire body goes cold when he sees blood - when he sees Izuku's blood, the shaft of the arrow stark where it's struck him. ]
Wh - [ I'm home.
He lunges up as Izuku's legs give out, scrambling along on his feet so that he can catch him before he hits the ground, his heart hammering where it's lodged in his throat. ] Izuku? Izuku!
[ All he can do is call for his sister, desperate in a way he hasn't been in years. They need to move him, they need to find out what's happened, they have to take care of him - Shouto can't lose him, he just can't -
And then he sees the familiar colors of the fletching, and the panic is joined by pure, furious rage. ]
[Izuku has a high pain tolerance. It's not something that's ever come up over the year of serving Shouto. It's not something he advertises either. But the combination of the pain and the blood loss has him out cold, there's only so much a body can take.
At the very least, the arrow through his shoulder is completely through. If they somebody could remove it and cauterize the wound, he wouldn't be losing nearly as much blood.
If he were awake, he could tell Shouto to calm down, think this through. Don't behave recklessly, Shouto. But like this, he can't be the calming, rational voice he usually is.
For now, he's still breathing, even if his heartbeat is weak.]
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It was strange to be anything, frankly, but apathetic and angry in turns. But now he knows there's more than that, as he looks at Midoriya Izuku and takes him in. His loyal friend and companion, so much more than a simple pawn. But no one else needs to know that, until it's too late. ]
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He bows to Shouto before starting to gather up the tea set, and getting up.]
I'll see you again.
[Maybe not as soon, but he certainly will. The queen protects his king after all. Not always directly, but he always will.]
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He watches Izuku prepare to leave his room - prepare to leave, head to the north where the winters are colder and his mother's family rules over everything with ice quirks, helping their people like Endeavor was meant to but hasn't, truly, in years. Izuku will be able to travel easily, he thinks, with the promise of winter still a ways off, but he still worries. Still thinks more of when a month will come and pass, and Izuku will return, more than anything else.
So he looks up at him before he leaves the room, keen edges softened. ]
Travel safely, Izuku.
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They're partners. Perhaps not equal yet, but certainly partners in this rebellion, the future leader of the clan and the piece that moves in his stead. He'll never leave his king, even as he travels across the field. He knows what all of this is for, and it's why he's so willing.
He raises his gaze and his smile up to Shouto. The last time in a long time that he'll be able to say this.]
I will. [He'll come back.] Be safe. [Be careful, Shouto. He's strong but the castle is dangerous- they both know it.
With that he's out the door, and preparing for tomorrow.]
you!!!
A month is a long time for him to do that, to keep his head down without appearing like he's up to something. Luckily, beligerence is something that many under Endeavor's allegiance have come to expect from him, so his general refusal to speak with them and the cold shoulder that he gives (both literally and figuratively) isn't something too out of the norm. The lip that he gives his father, too, although he does well to keep it within the usual register rather than pushing his luck or dulling those fangs of his.
But it's what Izuku wanted of him, wished of him. And if he remains safe, then he'll be there for Izuku to come back to.
But every day is longer than the next, in his opinion. Fuyumi can see the way it weighs on him when it's just the two of them settling in together in the afternoons, and knows that he misses the taikomochi terribly. Of course he does, though - he couldn't see him off, could only say goodbye the night before. And him sending letters, even unsigned, would ask for far more danger than either of them need when this is already so dangerous.
So to say that he counts down the days until a month has come would probably be an understatement, no matter how well he keeps it under wraps. ]
THIS IS THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY
It's another two weeks as he winds Todoroki's mother's clan around his fingers. The new head of the clan willing to listen to him when he means a plea on behalf of Shouto. And he notices when a few of their sons and daughters spare him a glance or two. He's plain, but he's skilled. When it comes to talking, people tend to listen. He's been in a great deal of courts, even before settling in Shouto's. He knows how this game is played.
If he has their attention, he makes a small suggestion. Plants it in their head and has them slowly agreeing to side with Shouto over his tyrant of a father.
It all goes well. That is, until he comes home. It's darker than he'd like, but it was a little safer to get home this way. Hopefully slipping quietly back into the Todoroki household with little fuss.
But a guard sees him- maybe doesn't recognize him, maybe he does. It's dark enough that he could claim either- and there's an arrow pierced through Izuku's right upper arm.
Adrenaline spikes. He doesn't feel the pain. He somehow manages he way to Shouto's room.
Shouto is there. Shouto is safe.
He manages a shaky smile.]
I'm home.
[The adrenaline high wears off. Izuku is left gritting his teeth in pain before sinking to his knees and passing out from the blood loss. The last thing he sees are Shouto's beautiful mismatched eyes.]
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His father doesn't even notice that Izuku is gone, and he can't say that he's even remotely shocked by this, given how little he pays him any attention. Some of the people who act as his eyes and ears notice, and they harass his son a little. But Shouto stares at them mutely until they leave him be, and then goes to Fuyumi for some kind of council. He appreciates her presence more than anything, and while the kindest thing Todoroki Enji could do for her is ignore her, it makes it easier for his supposed masterpiece to find some peace and quiet while his closest companion is gone.
A month can't pass faster. He misses Izuku, misses his tea and his company and his smile. Misses when he laughs at some stupid, dry thing that Shouto says offhandedly. Misses his clever mind and soft eyes.
But when he made him promise that he would come home - come back to him - this was not what he wanted.
Shouto looks up when the door opens, expecting it to be a servant or his sister, maybe one of his brothers, but his eyes widen and his entire body goes cold when he sees blood - when he sees Izuku's blood, the shaft of the arrow stark where it's struck him. ]
Wh - [ I'm home.
He lunges up as Izuku's legs give out, scrambling along on his feet so that he can catch him before he hits the ground, his heart hammering where it's lodged in his throat. ] Izuku? Izuku!
[ All he can do is call for his sister, desperate in a way he hasn't been in years. They need to move him, they need to find out what's happened, they have to take care of him - Shouto can't lose him, he just can't -
And then he sees the familiar colors of the fletching, and the panic is joined by pure, furious rage. ]
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At the very least, the arrow through his shoulder is completely through. If they somebody could remove it and cauterize the wound, he wouldn't be losing nearly as much blood.
If he were awake, he could tell Shouto to calm down, think this through. Don't behave recklessly, Shouto. But like this, he can't be the calming, rational voice he usually is.
For now, he's still breathing, even if his heartbeat is weak.]