Trophies (Shoto Todoroki x reader)

Breakfast

        Shoto's room was just as traditional as the rest of the house, apparently that theme was constant. There was barely anything to tell you that this was Shoto's room specifically besides a couple of framed photo's on the desk and a certificate on the wall. "You went to UA?"

"Yeah,"

"Wow, I guess I shouldn't expect any less from one of the top ten. UA just always seemed so... Unreal, I saw the building so often but it never felt like anyone was actually up there."

"I can assure you it's very real, I've got the scars and photos to prove it." Shoto laid down on his futon. "Big spoon or little spoon?"

I should be the big spoon to assert my power.

"Little spoon," you were tired, and it wasn't worth it to pretend you didn't want to be little spoon. You crawled onto the futon next to Shoto and he pulled the covers over the both of you. He turned off the light, wrapped an arm around you, and pulled you close.

You were glad the lights were off so that Shoto couldn't see that your face was essentially a tomato. Sure, you could talk a big game when you were shaking in your boots but you'd never had to pretend you weren't embarrassed before. Somebody could yell at you for hours close range and you wouldn't shed a tear. But this, having someone pressed up behind you, gently breathing on your neck. This is new.

It was new, but it wasn't bad. Not like most new things. For once this change was nice. I didn't come crashing down on you with a terrible consequence. It just sat next to you softly breathing on your neck.

It wasn't long until you drifted off to sleep. Praying you didn't have another nightmare and accidentally set Shoto on fire. You weren't entirely sure what your stance on Shoto was anymore. Emotions wise you knew you liked him, him and his glorious hair were annoyingly precious to you. A month ago you could've heard about his death on the news and be completely fine, you might've even rejoiced. But now things were different, and that's where you got conflicted.

All of your adult life you've lived as a villain. Clawing your way up to the top, desperately looking for an escape. But somewhere along that journey you recognized that the exit was down at the bottom and you'd long since been barred from there. Your only option now was to continue going. And that's what you'd done. Beating down anyone in your way. And hero's tended to be the ones in your way.

But now you'd found a stopping point. A bridge between your mountain and the one next to you. The one you were meant to be competing against. You'd found a hole in the wall just big enough to slip through and Shoto was helping you through it. But on the other side of the wall, there were a whole host of chains continuing to pull you up the mountain. You couldn't stay with Shoto unless you took off the chains but you didn't have the key. You were at a loss without a clue as to what you should do.

Wouldn't it be easier just to leave? Take the path of least resistance and you don't have to drag anyone else into this. You'll leave in the morning without a word, take your suitcase filled with clothes and your trophies and be gone. Maybe go to Yuji's apartment. He might be pissed at you but he could get over himself.

You started to put together a plan in your head but in the morning your plan was completely foiled. When you woke up Shoto's arm was no longer around your waist. Rather, you'd shifted in your sleep, and now Shoto's arm held your shoulders as you rested your head on his chest. You didn't dare move once you'd woken up. What were you meant to do? Should you try to wake him up? Should you just wait? Could you escape without waking him up?

You didn't get time to decide before Shoto made a noise that you assumed to be him waking up. He stretched a little, still holding you in his arms. "Good morning," he said with a yawn. "You awake?"