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Todoroki looked at the small plastic bag in front of his door at the dorms.
He had just come back from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck.He picked it up and saw a metal toothed headband inside. He pushed his fringe back with it, leaving a few strands loose as he then looked at the note inside.
Metals ones are better than elastic.
He stroked the strange loop of Azrael's 'm' then headed inside his room, a small smile on his face.
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"Yes I believe that was the homework assignment Iida, it was up until page-" He then bumped into a pair of legs.
"Sorry!" He looked up at Azrael and blushed as she landed next to him.
"I'm fine." He said, picking up his dropped books.
She frowned but kept back her words. "Alright then." She then flew off towards Mina.
"Seriously. Talk to her." Midoriya internally facepalmed.
"You act like I haven't tried." He hissed in annoyance.
"Well have you?" Denki asked."Well... not exactly." They all groaned.
"This is uncharted territory for me." He mumbled.
"No shit." Denki smirked then laughed."Despite Kaminari not saying it nicely... yes. You're not doing this right." Tokoyami said,walking as usual with hands in his pockets.
"Why do men have to do it? Last time I checked she was an independent woman." Shoto pointed out.
"Independent or not, this is your problem!" Iida said firmly."He's right! I get that it's difficult talking about... well you." Midoriya tried to put this as lightly as possible.
"Is there something wrong with me?" Todoroki asked, panic now evident in his deep voice, not matching the small widening of his eyes.
"No!" Midoriya squeaked at the taller boy's scowl that had appeared on Todoroki's face.
"What he is trying to say is since you've got the personality of an iceberg, you gotta melt a little. For real, I'm surprised you have a girlfriend. Not even that, but you've managed to keep her." Kaminari shrugged.
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Fanfiction⚘ Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. ⚘ ~E