Chapter 34: Complex Emotions And A Certain Fate.

"You want me to referee?" Blake tilted his head to the side. The girl in his arms was waving her legs and sipping water from the bottle he was holding.

"It's not just the referee. I want you to address the issue of general security." On the other side of the phone, a thin, treble sound was heard.

"I refuse." Blake immediately refused. He had no intention of doing that. He'd rather spend time with his two beauties than be responsible for the safety of strangers.

"I knew you'd refuse..."" The other side sighed. But he didn't give up, he had a big trump card to convince Blake.

"So I came prepared. If you ensure security and promise to help me with the next problem, I will only keep the secret of your second Quirk's knowledge."

Blake stopped. He knew how much this small mammal loved to collect and record information. If he told him, he had a tattoo on his arm, he'd even put it in his information.

Although he knew it would eventually be stolen, he was collecting information to blackmail someone or just satisfy his interest.

Blake no longer cared about the release of his speed power, but the revelation of the biggest trump card wouldn't have been so good, and he wanted to prolong it considerably.

'I guess helping out for a few hours shouldn't be a problem.' After a quick thought session, she decided to accept. When the 1st year event was over, there were still a few hours left until the end of the festival, and then he could spend as much time as he wanted with the two beauties.

"At least tell me why you want me to do this." Blake took the phone away from his ear. He asked the girl in his lap in a low voice.

"Is it enough?"

"Yes, thank you." After Nejire nod her head, she leaned against Blake's chest and began looking at the people passing by.

"Hah... Cementoss... ate a rotten burrito, then vomited. When he saw his vomit, he vomited and vomited again. It went on like this. It got mixed up and he vomited again because of the smell-"

"Okay, that's enough. I'm hanging up. I'll be there in a minute." Blake instantly hung up. As he imagined what Nezu was saying, the smell of vomit was coming to his nose.

"So... Are we going to watch 1-A?'' Rumi, shopping at the booth, came to them when Blake finished his speech. Even though she was away, she heard everything.

They had a variety of food in their hands. She handed Blake a plate of yakisoba and the corn with the sauce to Nejire.

"Yes. Let's go."' After Blake lowered the girl in his arms and took the yakisoba, he headed to the war arena.

..

"What you just said... Can you repeat that? What did you say you were?'' Shoto Todoroki was in a very strange situation right now.

The second event was over and they were still a while away from the third. He wanted to use this opportunity to have a conversation with Izuku Midoriya about his doubts.

But before he could go long, his father called him. Normally, he would pass by, but his expression both surprised and intrigued him.

His father was a heartless, obsessive psychopath to him. His only goal was to force various hard training on him to become stronger and become the first. He had never shown him or his family anything but his cold, distant and obsessive side and hero's honor and hard heart.

But at that moment, he had feelings on his face that he had never seen or named before. He was thoughtful, he seemed to be thinking about how to get out of his predicament, and most surprisingly, he seemed a little timid.

His father, Endeavor, was not afraid even in the worst cases, but at that moment he was timid and afraid of what would happen in the future.

He followed him, throwing aside what he was going to talk to Midoriya about.

He was here at the end of it all, and he was in for a big shock.

In front of him was a woman as beautiful as he had never seen before. She introduced herself as Teka Todoroki and his Grandmother.

"My name is Teka Todoroki and I am your grandmother."

Her words made him surprised again. No matter how much he heard it, he was surprised by the prospect of the woman opposite him being his grandmother.

There were similarities to support what she was saying. She had eyebrows that tended to scowl like his father's. This gave him a nervous and aggressive nature like his father. It was impossible to tell what color her hair was, as her hair was made of lava, but she had the same bright blue eyes like his father's.

And given the Quirk heredity, the odds of it being his mother were pretty high.

But she was very young. Even his mother had wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. However, Teka did not, she looked 20-30 years old.

Shoto glanced at his father. He didn't object to Teka's words, no he couldn't, and this gesture confirmed Teka's words. Shoto thought that in this life his father would only be so obedient to his mother or father, and that was happening now.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?'' Teka supported her hip with her hand and frowned. She didn't seem happy with his reaction. But Todoroki could tell he was more upset than angry.

His father tended to punch him when he wasn't happy with any of his actions. If he didn't want to get punched anymore, he had to learn to read his statement and read his hidden feelings.

Over time, he was able to educate himself and learn to read people's feelings.

''No, I was surprised rather than disliked.''He put his hand behind his head. His expression was insensitive.

There's been a quiet atmosphere. Teka and Todoroki didn't say anything to each other.

Teka was the one who oversaw the conversation among adults, but she didn't know what to talk to or talk to her young grandson. Should she have asked him how school was going? Or should she find out if he had a girlfriend? Or she could have helped her move forward with his Quirk, but she thought it would be too direct.

Todoroki was in a similar situation. Since he had not spoken to his father or mother, he did not know what he could talk to a relative about.

After a while, Teka decided to make the first move. Her fingers rose and she touched the stain on Shoto's face.

Shoto flinched when fingers with a different temperature than normal humans touched his face. He wanted to pull his face back, but the unaccustomed warm gaze staring at her prevented him from doing so.

His fists are clenched. He turned his gaze to the ground, struggling not to pull back.

''Was the stain present when you were born?"Shoto's body trembled again. He could feel the emotions in the words. He shook his head unconsciously.

"Did someone do it? Like your father." Teka's fingers stopped brushing his face in delicate motions as if she were touching a precious vase. Her warm voice was covered in a coldness that he knew quite well.

However, for the first time, this coldness was not against him, but on his behalf. She carried anger not because of what he had done, but because of what had been done to him.

He withdrew his head. Unaccustomed to this warmth and attention, his mind focused on doing the first thing that came to mind.

Escape.

Teka reached out to hold her grandson, but couldn't reach Shoto. Her hands remained in the air, she stood there looking at the back that was moving away from her.

"We need to talk to you, son." Her exposed fingers closed and formed a fist. "Let's have a long talk when we get home. Quite... long."

"Of course, Mom." The coldness through Enji's spine caused him to tremble. That's when he knew.

He fucked up

..

The break is over and the third round has begun.

The third round had already been determined by the U.A. This tour was the tournament stage; The duo groups would try to get one round by competing against each other, and they would pick the winner, and so on.

The students are starting to enter the area. Quirk, combat, battle control, or tactically, the best of the two classes were now left in the field.

Blake headed in to referee with all the students entering the field.

I can't believe I was tricked by Mineta-san. Despite using me in the previous race...''

But before he could get far, he came across Momo Yaoyorou, who was wearing cheer girl clothes and holding pom-poms. There was a distressing expression when they met, and her eyebrows were frowning in anger. Her cheeks were puffed with anger and she was reproachful for what a particular person had done.

"Oh.'' Momo looked up and saw blake watching her. Or rather, he was looking right at her as he blocked her path

"I'm sorry. Please pass."' Momo stepped aside. She didn't realize she was blocking someone's way because of her reproach. She was ashamed of her embarrassing mistake.

Blake didn't go. Instead, he kept looking at her.

'Why he doesn't pass?'' Blake's stare made her nervous. She's starting to think about whether Blake's like two perverts in her class. Blake spoke as she returned to leave quickly.

"You're Momo Yaoyorozu, aren't you?" A glimmer of admiration appeared in his eyes.

He didn't think he'd meet this girl.

Momo Yaoyorozu was one of his favorite characters in the MHA anime. Not only was she cute and beautiful, but she was smart, hardworking, and respectful. He had watched season one of the series, but he learned from Mike that she was also loyal and cared deeply about friendship.

All this made Blake love this character.

The fact that he was in front of the character he loved caused the surprise of a person who came across the celebrity he admired.

If you ask him why he hadn't spoken to her before or why he hadn't approached them, simply Blake had no intention of approaching class 1-A. At first, he stayed away from them to improve himself and not get into the main story, but then that goal disappeared and there was only a simple apathy. Over time, they turned from the main characters of the anime to people who had nothing to do with him.

"Yes, it's me. Do I know you?'' Momo tilted her head to the side and asked. She noticed Blake's little admiration.

She couldn't understand why he admired her. She was sure she'd never met Blake before. With Blake's pure white hair and handsome face, it was easy to remember him.

She thought he might recognize it from the news, but she had no activity after the U.S.J. incident. In the event, her name was not mentioned much. People knew her as one of the Class 1-A students who beat the villain.

She wondered why Blake admired her. In addition, the repeated shocks of her classmates' strength and potential made it difficult for her to accept this admiration.

"No, we don't. But you should know that I admire you. Keep working like this." Blake raised his thumb to the girl and smiled slightly.

He had heard from Mike in the anime how much the admiration and hopes of others meant to people with a heroic heart like Momo. So even though he had no intention of actively helping her in the future, she decided to smile sincerely at her so that she could move on.

"Thank you." A little smile appeared on her face. She didn't start as a hero for the fans, but being praised by a fan wasn't all that bad.

"Then I'm going first. Don't be late or you'll be disqualified." He put his hands in his pocket and walked past her.

"A-Ah, that's right." Momo panicked. Her first fan and so engrossed in her praise she forgot about the tournament. With renewed determination, she rushed to the dressing room.

After Blake and Momo's little talk, the draws were drawn and the sides were determined. Luckily for Momo, she was last in line and it was her turn to draw just as she arrived.

"Pull it out, Yaoyorozu-san." Blake

"Are you one of the referees, Ermm..." Momo dips her hand in the box and takes one of the remaining name balls.

"Blake. My name is Blake, and yes, I'm one of the judges. I'm also responsible for your safety." Blake handed the box to Midnight.

"Then I'm already counting on you, Blake-san" Smiled at Blake and leaned slightly.

Before the fights, interim activities began so that the students could take their tensions off them. Students did not have to attend the events. However, the number of entries was quite high.

People had attended the event, whether it was to relieve the pressure on them or to distract them. Those who did not attend the event could use their free time on their own as they wished.

Blake, on the other hand, was taking advantage of this free time by responding to messages from someone he didn't expect.

'Now that I think about it, she'd got to be here somewhere,' Blake said as he looked around, casting a shadow over his shoulder, feeling a touch on his shoulder, and turning his head.

"Hey, handsome, I don't know you, do I? Can we meet?" Midnight suggested in a lewd tone. One arm was crossed against her hip, and her whip was dangling slightly in her hand. Her free hand held her cheek.

"Ha-ha sensei. It's so funny."' Blake turned around after a hollow laugh.

"I thought it was pretty funny, aren't you ashamed?" Midnight cinched in at her waist, her plump breasts dangling next to Blake's head. She carefully examined Blake's face to see how she reacted.

"Shame?" Blake stared at her. Or rather, he looked up at two soft plump hills dangling beside him.

"I've seen better." One lip raised and formed a sarcastic smile.

"How rude." Midnight felt insulted. She waved her whip at random

After he got on her anger, she sat next to Blake without asking permission. Shaking her free feet angrily, she kicked Blake's.

Blake stared at her, but Midnight looked ahead as if she had nothing to do with him.

He left her alone and continued texting.

"Hey, what are you doing? Flirting?'' Bored after a while, Midnight put her arm around Blake's shoulder, leaned her breasts against her arms, and tried to examine his phone.

"No, she's married. She's just a friend." Blake tilted her phone slightly to the left. The sun falling on the phone was blocking Midnight's vision.

"Kya, how brave. Not only are you screwing a married woman, but you're also cheating on your girlfriend. Youth is great." Blake's palms are starting to itch. The woman next to her, who put her hands on her cheeks and said "youth" with a distinctive redness on her face, was tempted to strike a karate blow, but he restrained himself and continued texting.

[Teka: She seems to be annoying.]

[Blake: She is. However, if you get to know her better, she's pretty funny.]

Even Blake himself didn't know Midnight that well. Blake and Midnight met at school this year, and the two had an affair that they could call friends.

[Teka: Anyway, I need to tell you something. Or rather, I need something.]

[Blake: Yes?]

[Teka: Can you protect my grandson from any great harm that could happen to him?]

[Blake: Sure.]

[Teka: Thank you.]

[Blake: It's not even a word.]

Leisure activities have ended. Students began to gather at the site. Blake looked around and tried to find the target he was looking for.

It didn't take long to find it. With his twin-colored hair, Shoto stood out from the crowd.

'He seems confused.' In a complex expression that everyone can notice, he was looking down at the ground as he walked through the crowd. His hands were in his pockets, and his icy expression seemed even further away. It was like he shut himself down completely and got into thoughts.

If he weren't for the occasional glances Izuku gave to Midoriya and the Teka side, he would be no more than an empty shell. [EN: The conversation in the anime occurred.]

'Todoroki-kun...' Midoriya looked on anxiously at Todoroki, who was advancing. From his testimony, it was clear that he wanted to do something for him, but he was holding back because it had nothing to do with him.

The time has come for the fights and the parties to the first fight, namely the main character and his opponent Hitoshi Shinso, have stepped into the fighting arena.

There were no fights or spectacular explosions. The main character came under the control of Hitoshi Shinso and won the battle with the benefits of being only the main character trait.

The second round has arrived and the sides have taken their place.

Todoroki took his place in the arena. He was looking at Sero, but his eyes were not focused. He was still thinking about the woman who introduced herself as his grandmother and her words.

His feelings were in turmoil. He wasn't sure how to deal with his newly acquired relative, who held him dearly, and how to live after accepting her.

He realized how scared his father was of his grandmother, and in that case, he couldn't have molested him. So what should he have done in this situation?

Should he have spread happiness everywhere, like Midoriya or others, and continued his days with a bright smile on his face?

He didn't think it would suit him.

Or should it have gone the same way?

He didn't want to take his usual cold, distant demeanor and change his current self, but he was worried that if he did, he would lose the warmth he had just gained.

He could not see any ulterior motives in Teka's feelings for him. First of all, she didn't need it, she was in a higher position than himself and could abuse him like his father if she wanted to. Even so, her gaze on him was warm, as if she were looking at her child.

He's been yearning for that warmth for a long time. He was hungry for pure maternal love and seemed to finally get it, but he was worried about losing her by his actions again.

'I want to visit my mother.'" Shoto sighed, an icy air cluster popped out of his mouth. He needed his mother's warmth and guidance more than he thought.

''Hey, hey, Shoto Todoroki?''

Slip*

"Oh!" The flick on his forehead caused him to feel a sharp pain. His blurred vision became increasingly clear and it took him a few seconds to finally see the view in front of him.

"Ha?" He was surprised by what he saw.

The area was completely covered with ice. The ice level on the ground was up to his ankles. A tape stretched from Sero towards him but froze halfway through. Sero, on the other hand, was transformed into an ice statue in the attack pose.

"Don't be distracted while controlling your power. It can lead to unwanted accidents." Contrary to the environment, there was no problem with the person who warned him. While everyone was shivering, he was unimpressed with his short sleeve t-shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little confused."'

"I'm not the one you're going to apologize to. Fix it here, the tournament must go on.'' Blake turned to Sero. Seron had turned into an ice sculpture. His skin under the ice was red and trembling nonstop. But despite all this, he was still alive.