White Roses Singing | TodoDeku

Bento Boxes And Boyfriends

      Todoroki felt stupid.

      He was stupid, really. Who just said something like that?

      But . . . It did work. He couldn't be that mad about it if it worked. Especially since it worked so, so well.

      He was still pretty mad about it, though, and one of the U.A. gym's punching bags was certainly feeling it.

      He grunted, throwing a strong left hook that sent it flying and swinging right back toward him. It was a lot more satisfying to fight people. At least then, they backed off after a while.

      For some reason—he wasn't sure what—his mind drifted back to the sports festival.

      It was the first time he'd truly realized the lengths Midoriya would go to.

      One day, he'd ask the boy about why he'd bothered. Why he'd fought so hard, only to back down once the fire began. Was that all Midoriya had wanted? Had he wanted Todoroki to use his fire again?

      He winced, feeling his knuckles hit the rough surface of the punching bag for the thousandth time that hour.

      Midoriya was a strange person.

      Strange, yet simultaneously wonderful.

      He decided he'd had enough training, putting everything back where it came from and heading to the showers to clean himself up before he slept.

* * * * *

      Shoto groaned, pulled from his rather pleasant dream by an obnoxious beeping. He rolled over, smacking the object with his right hand and pulling away once it was frozen over, unable to beep any more.

      After a few more hours of sleep, he shot straight up, pushing his hairs from his eyes and staring at the ice.

      That was his alarm clock. Fuck.

      Why hadn't he turned it off yesterday? He was supposed to, to allow himself to get a little more sleep than usual.

      Oh yeah. His date with Midoriya.

      Wait, a date with Midoriya?

      He rolled off the bed, grabbing his phone—which sat on the nightstand—in the process. He had just under an hour. Good. He could make that work.

      He didn't bother cursing at himself over it, rather just searching for a decent outfit he could wear. Stylish, but not over the top. Good for a bit of walking. Good for a first date. Wow, this is hard, he noted to himself.

      He grabbed a long sleeve black and white striped crewneck that fit a tad too big, throwing it over light wash ripped jeans. He attached a white collar that made it look like he was wearing a button up underneath, minus the overheating. "Best purchase of my life," he muttered, fixing some of the buttons as he looked for accessories. Double wallet chains—the top one chunkier than the bottom—and a chunky chain to sit around his neck.

      Were the chains too much? He wasn't sure, pulling them off and on a few times before deciding to cut them out and go for lighter jewelry. A thin chain around his neck and two light rings—a plain, thin band, and a thick band with a mushroom engraved.

     He threw on a pair of vans and quickly brushed his hair, checking the time. 11:30. Great, he could be early despite having rushed so much.

     And with that, he was out the door and on his way down to the common room.