White Roses Singing | TodoDeku

Apologize

The next few days felt like absolute hell for the both of them. Todoroki went back to eating alone and Midoriya seemed gloomier than ever. Even Bakugo pointed out the way he slumped over his desk and barely paid attention in class.

"What the fuck happened to make you so damn grouchy? You look dead. Is it that damn half-and-half? You two aren't being all lovey and gross like usual."

Guilt hit Todoroki like a train. It probably wasn't as ill intended as it came out, but it still hurt. Even with Kirishima shutting him up, it wasn't pleasant.

"Oh, shut up, Kat. We're just as lovey dovey as anyone else is."

Todoroki definitely wished he hadn't done that on a Wednesday. They had two days before they could shun themselves to their rooms and never even see the other's face. He really wished he could forget it all happened, even with the happy memories.

He had nearly forgotten about the strip of pictures sitting on his desk until the morning after the breakup. Thursday. He had woken, groggy from sleep and crying, and they were the first thing he saw. It made him want to cry again.

He traced his thumb over the pictures, his blank eyes staring intently at Midoriya's smiling face. His heart ached for the boy. He hated his actions—himself, really—but he had no chance to turn back. It was too late. He'd ended the relationship. Midoriya didn't need to deal with him or Endeavor, he didn't deserve that burden.

He really didn't.

And yet, Todoroki still deeply regretted the night before. He desperately wanted to take it all back, he did. It hurt not to get the daily good morning text just a bit before he woke up or to be the first to say goodnight. It hurt knowing he couldn't go downstairs and give his boyfriend—ex boyfriend—a chaste kiss before training.

He wanted to take it all back. He wanted Midoriya back. He really, really wanted him then, more than anything else in the world. He wasn't sure why he even broke up with Midoriya now that he missed the boy so much. It just wasn't the same without him.

"Todoroki, open up!"

Uraraka. Of course she'd come. Midoriya probably went to her once Todoroki had left.

"It's unlocked," he replied, steadying himself to better prepare for what was to come. His eyes flicked up and away from the pictures, staring at the girl overflowing with fury. Before she had a chance to even open her mouth, he spoke again, his voice hardly audible. "I know. I know, Uraraka. You don't have to."

Todoroki just prayed she couldn't hear the slightest crack in his tone.

The girl sighed, joining Todoroki on the bed. Her gaze was softer, he noticed. He wanted to say it was pity, but he couldn't. Uraraka wasn't one to pity people.

"What happened?" She asked, keeping her voice low.

"Nothing happ—"

"What. Happened?" She asked again, this time firmer.

Todoroki rubbed his temples, tossing the strip of pictures off to the side. Uraraka hadn't noticed them until that moment, silently grimacing when she realized. "My dad found out. And, before you ask, he's not the most supportive when it comes to me being gay. And I just—I don't want him to deal with that. He deserves better."

Uraraka nodded once and Todoroki found himself continuing. "I don't want Midoriya having to deal with me and my somewhat homophobic dad. He doesn't deserve that. There's much better out there than a guy who can't even bring him home to his parents. And he's—he's so good and I'm so not."