Drawn to You Chapter 10: Showdown

Hawks laughed again. “Hoooo you wanna fight for her icyhot lover boy? You seriously think she’d choose you over me?” Taunted the winged hero.

Shoto hesitated. Doubt creeping in. He started to lower his right arm. His gaze lowering as well.

You noticed his left side starting to steam then his eyes shot back up at Hawks. “Even if Y/N doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend, I won’t let he be with anyone who isn’t going to treat her right.” His tone meant business. He was dead serious.

Hawks let out a belly laugh and threw his head back. Gripping his stomach for support as the laughter racked his body. His candor was short lived as he went from laughing to straight faced within 2 seconds.

“You just gonna stand there and spout poetic nonsense or you gonna put your money where your mouth is?” Snapped Hawks.
Clearly irritated by Shoto’s defiance.

Shoto’s eye were locked on Hawks, chin lowered. Battle stance assumed. Steam still emitting from his left side. He looked menacing and this only spurred Hawks on.

Hawks sighed and looked across at you. “Gimme a sec cutie I just gotta deal with this little upset ice cube then we’ll ditch this old fart of an event and go somewhere fun.”

He was going to end with a wink but before he had a chance to finish his flirtations an ice shard sped towards him.

He dodged effortlessly and upon jumping off the wall opened his wings and made straight for Shoto.

Shoto swung his left arm as it burst into flames and sent a wall of fire towards Hawk, who at the last minute used his wings to shield himself from the searing heat. Shoto took the opportunity and gave Hawks a good right hook as the winged opponent flew past him. The icyhot boy nailed the punch and it sent Hawks hurtling off course, slamming into the wall.

You were still trying to decide whether or not to join the fight when thin threads came flying from behind you binding your red and white haired hero and the feathered trouble maker.

“Seriously you two? Now? Of all times?” You spun round to see the number 4 hero Best Jeanist holding the ends of the fibres.

“Shoto if your father hears of this you will be in serious trouble.” Best Jeanist said in a strong tone. “And Hawks! Your behavior is most unacceptable for a third ranked hero, I’m most disappointed in you. Will I need to give to some training on etiquette?!”

Shoto was still aggravated. His now bare chest was heaving and his heterochromic were laced with malice.

When he had burst into flames it had melted off the left side of his shirt. His ragged, serious look only making him more attractive.

Best Jeanist let Shoto go but kept Hawks bound as he walked towards him. Best Jeanist uttered something to Shoto as he came up beside him and Shoto nodded and walked towards you. Hawks was yelling inaudibly from behind his wings.

Shoto stopped in front of you “Y/N may I have a word with yo-“

“ARE YOU OK?!” You interjected reaching out and touching Shoto’s chest.

Activating your quirk you quickly scanned his upper body and saw there were no injuries so you settled down.

Looking up into his eyes you saw he was smiling softly at you. “Please Y/N I need to talk to you. Can we have a word somewhere private?”

“Yes of course.” You replied “Is something wrong?”

Shoto had taken your hand in his and led you out onto a balcony. The mild night breeze felt good on your skin. You had been sweating after that stressful confrontation. The stars were out and the setting was perfect.

Shoto stopped and turned to face you still holding your hand.

“Y/N” he started looking deep into your eyes. “I’ve gotten to know you well over these past few months, you’re an amazing person, you’re smart, friendly, talented… beautiful…” he added, slightly avoiding eye contact. “I’m not the easiest person to get along with. Nor am I the type to just want to be with anyone. But when I’m with you…” he paused. “I-.”

“SHOOOTOOOOO!!” A booming voice pierced the night making you both jump violently.

Shoto’s gentle hold on your hand turned into a strong grip and you felt his quirk activate subconsciously. You reached forward and placed a reassuring hand on his chest. He was burning up. He pulled you in close to him and stepped around you, pulling you in behind him.

Endeavour’s form filled the doorway. He was a giant of a man well over 6 feet tall and built like a brick hospital.

“HOW DARE ANY SON OF MINE CAUSE SUCH AN UPROAR.” Yelled Endeavour, his flaming form raging with each word. “YOU ARE GOING HOME NOW.” He bellowed. “I HAVE ORGANIZED A CAR TO TAKE YOU HOME AND TO TAKE THAT GIRL HOME SEPERATELY.” He emphasized the last word strongly.

Shoto opened his mouth to say something then shut it again and pulling you behind him, pushed past Endeavour and walked purposefully off down the hall.

“What a night!?”

Shoto led you to the front doors where drivers were waiting to take you both home. Everyone else was still in the main hall and the paparazzi had all left by now so there was no one to see your sullen forms part ways and hop into the respective cars.

Shoto had given your hand one last squeeze before mumbling yet another apology and helping you into your car. His eyes downcast and a very sad expression on his face.

You couldn’t say anything as you watched him hop into the back of the other car and both cars pulled away from the curb.

Your brain was going a million miles per hour trying to process the events that evening but one thing kept going around in your mind.

“Was he about to confess???”

You cursed Endeavour yet again for interrupting.

Back home you snuck in and went straight to your room. You didn’t particularly want to discuss your evening with your father but it looked like he had fallen asleep already. You flopped onto your bed exhausted and fell asleep instantly.

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