If only memories could be erased (Shoto Todoroki x oc) Rewrite

Tension

Tamaki's pov

No matter how long I lay in bed, I just couldn't fall asleep. I looked to my side where Todoroki was. He had since moved about and was now pressed up against me, his arms wrapped around one of mine. I wasn't too apposed to it. He was warm so there was that. I blinked and looked up at my ceiling. My arms were itchy again. I was going into the bathroom to get some cleaning supplies but that plan was thrown out the window. I couldn't blame Todoroki, its not his fault that he had a nightmare. I'm just frustrated that I had to change my plans so fast and now have to deal with the damn itching. I reached for my phone on the bed and tapped the side for a second. I breathed through my nose and reached for my headphones, putting them in. I put on my sad playlist and closed my eyes, listening to the sounds that entered my ears. I felt movement at my side and opened my eyes. I looked towards Todoroki. At first, I thought he was still asleep until I felt cold fingers running across my wrist. I jolted upward, pulling my arm away in panic. I looked over my arm for a second, the hairs around my wrist on end. 
"What the hell was that?" I hissed, pulling my sleeve down to hide the scars. 
"Why are you mad?" 
"What do you mean why am I mad!" I snapped before raising one hand up and running it through my hair. 
"Where did you get so many scars?" he asks. I tense up.
"That's none of your business" I respond, looking in a different direction from him. He went quiet for a second. I thought this conversation was over until I felt a hand on my own. "
"Stop that" I snapped, tensing up more. His hand didn't move up past my hand, one finger rubbing over my knuckles. I let out a faint breath, trying to quell the shiver. His hand stopped moving just before my wrist. I ducked my head down in shame. He could see them couldn't he. He was criticizing my scars and my body and just everything about me.
"You're small" is all he states. I blink.
"Huh?" I ask.
"You're small" he repeats.
"I don't understand" I object. What the hell did he mean by that? Was it an insult? It was wasn't it.
"I'm just saying that you're small. I could pick you up easily" he explains, his hand still on mine. I stared ahead of me. Was that supposed to be a complement? Or is he insulting me in a way that isn't quite direct.
"I'm not small" I state, pulling my hand away from him and getting off the bed. I tugged any loose strands of my hair out of my top and crossed my arms. He was quiet. I reached for my phone and clicked the top of the touch screen. It spoke the time aloud for me. 5:47. I sighed heavily , tilting my head upward slightly.
"Do you know anything about social boundaries" I grumble.
"You weren't complaining before I touched your arm" he objected.
"Yeah. Because that's weird" I object. He went quiet.
"I'm going to the bathroom" I mumble, walking out of the room and towards the bathroom. I needed space.