Blue's Shadow is out now <3 (Next chapter at 10k reads)
Announced today that I have a graphic novel / webcomic in production for I fell in love with Hope (novel comes out August 1)
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(See character profiles below. All art by me and makshin_ on Instagram)
To parallels:
Yin
The concrete envelops these tunnels beneath the stands, dirt the ground, the only light coming from within and outside the stadium through the arches. Sound echoes here, but more so, it travels, the softest of voices audible with breath.
"Kaido," I breathe, catching sight of him watching the games.
He turns without much affect, as if he already knew I was standing there. He blinks at me, an innocent sort, cocking his head to the side. His body has multiple stab wounds he's still recovering from along with the aftermath of Atomic's explosion. He has no burns to speak of thanks to his quirk, but the pressure along seriously bruised up most of his body. Though I know I am responsible for that, I am more suspicious than I am guilty.
"Yin," he says, his tone welcoming, but cautious. He calls me by my first name because I insisted on it when he began interning with Katsuki. Kaido has never minded me, not the way he avoids Shoto, but he has a distinct attitude toward me. He is polite, friendly, but more so he is observant. He doesn't view me just as Katsuki's wife or Yuki and Ame's mother, he sees me as something more, something he has preconceptions of.
Keeping all that at the back of my mind, I keep thinking about what Shoto said, what Katsuki said. How it's fully possible he could Toya's child.
"Are you feeling better?" I ask and from my tone, from the way I stand, he becomes colder, as if watching the conversation from a third person perspective rather than from his own body.
"Are you?" he asks. Deflecting.
"A bit sleep-deprived," I admit.
"I understand that. Bakugo-san's been working himself to the bone," he says and he's trying to be lighthearted to distract me from my concern so I laugh lightly for him.
"You're so loyal to him, I admire it," I say.
"I admire him," Kaido rebutes. "I'd follow him to hell."
"I'm glad. Although it wasn't always like that, was it?" I say and the tone of the conversation shifts. "The first time you met, you wanted to use him, right? To climb the ladder into the hero world. I admire you for that too. Your determination to rise from nothing. I shared it in the past. In light of that, I wanted to ask you something."
"You want to ask if Toya Todoroki is my father," he says, his voice slightly deepened, as if the mere word father disgusts him to his core.
"Yes and no," I say. "I don't think he is. The timelines could match, but your mother would've had to be someone we knew. You would've been too young when he was arrested- unless he somehow managed to–" I stop when I realize Kaido is glaring daggers at me. He's saying in the most silent, subtle way to shut it with my shrink bullshit because he's heard it all before.
