help you.. (todoroki x F. Reader)

3. number

(Y/n POV)

you open your eyes to meet a white selling. you then sit up to see that your sitting on a couch, confused you look around to see where you where. ¨oh, your awake¨ I turn around to see... ¨Todoroki?¨ you say surprised. you look at your arms, they where wrapped up in knew bandages. did he see you scars? ¨what happened?¨ you ask still looking at your arms. ¨oh you passed out, most likely from blood lost. you had a pretty deep cut on your knee¨he said in his monotone voice. ¨oh, well sorry for the trouble I caused.¨you say standing up. ¨I should head home now my father will be worried¨you say you bow and was about to turn around when he grabbed your wrist. it stung a little and you turned around confused. ¨im sorry if Im asking something to personal but, when I was cleaning your cuts you already had bandages on. and under them was old wounds and scars. what where those?¨ he asked general concern shown in his multi colored eyes. you froze and started thinking of a lie to excuse your scars. after a while of silence he lot go of your wrist and sighed. ¨you dont have to tell me, but..I mean I know we dont really know each other but if you would like to talk about it you can..¨ he said and you could see a slight blush on his cheeks? your cheeks turned dark red, why where you always so nervous around him? he then gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. you took it and gave him a soft smile to which he answered with a little blush. ¨thanks, for everything..¨ you say and bow again before walking out of his house. well outside you started smiling, and looked down at the number he gave you. well maybe you had a cruch after all, you thought with a slight sigh. 

(time skip to when you get home)

you open the front door and walk in. it was dark inside and the glass shatter from before still laid everywhere on the floor. you look in the kitchen to see your dad passed out whit his head on the table. relief filled your body and you quietly walked up the stairs and into your room. you plopped down on your bed. you took out your phone and airpods from your pocket and play shuffle on your playlist. you then take out your sketch pad to finish the drawing you where working on.  after your drawing was finished you decided to text Todoroki so that he could get your number as well. you go to contacts and press knew contact, then you wrote the number he gave you.

(texting)

you: hi todoroki, its Y/n heres my number as well:)

Todoroki: oh hi Y/n thanks, see you tomorrow.

you: yeah.

(end of texting)

you doubt you will tell him whats going on with you but it kinda feels nice to have a classmates number.are we like friends now? he dosnt seem like the type that looking for friends. well I guess we have to see tomorrow, you thought as you got up to change for bed. you pulled out a black over- sized T- shirt and a pair of shorts. you then went to brush your teeth. when you where about to go to bed you felt how empty your stomach was. you only ate an apple today and you didnt have any money for lunch. you sneak down the stairs to see if you could get something to eat. you walk to the kitchen and sees that you dad is no longer there, its just an empty beer bottle left on the table. you look at the counter and see some bread, so you decided to make a sandwich. you look in the fridge and take out some butter. you made two sandwiches with just butter on since you couldnt fine anything else on.

you ate the two sandwiches in piece, and just when you finished you second sandwich you heard footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. you mentally cursed as your father walked in the kitchen. ¨you think you can just run off like that!¨ he yells while stepping closer aiming a punch against your stomach. you throw up your sandwich you just ate and fell to your knees in the progress. ¨What the fuck! you piece of shit clean that up!¨ he starts to kicking your body that was already laying down. you couldnt help the tears falling down your cheeks while you felt how each kick left a bruise. he eventually stopped and walked out to his bedroom leaving you crying on the floor. you laid there for some minutes just staring up the roof before getting up to clean up the mess you caused. after you cleaned up you stick your head in your fathers bedroom to see him sleeping on the bed. just as you where about to go up the stairs to sleep you heard knocking on the door. who would come here? and at this hour? you walk up to the door and what the...!?

A/n hey everyone who might read this. I actually really like this story, and Im gonna keep going. hope you are enjoying this as well::))