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❛I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED EITHER.❜
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Todoroki looked at the girl as she unpacked her stuff. She hadn't seemed to notice he was at her doorway, she had her headphones in. Miki and the girl's father were downstairs, exploring the house, maybe.
He didn't care about them. His focus was on you.
Y/N: Are you going to say something?
He blinked.
Todoroki: I was-
Y/N: If you wanted to stare at my ass you could've just asked.
She turned around to face him and looked him up and down with a smirk.
Todoroki: That wasn't my intention at all. I wanted to talk to you.
Y/N scrunched her brows slightly, a small crease visible in between that space.
Y/N: That's convenient.
She pulled a scrunchie from her bag and put her hair in a small ponytail, shorter curls that didn't make it fall in front of her face.
Y/N: I wanted to talk to you, too.
The two of them sat down on the couches opposite from each other in her room (yes, the room was that big) and she fiddled with her fingers. He raised an eyebrow.
Todoroki: Well?
Y/N: I don't want to get married.
Well, that's surprising.
He eyed her, searching for a lie, a fault in her facial expression that would expose her. But she looked pretty serious to him. She continued.
Y/N: I don't even know if I should be telling you this, or if it would help anything, but I desperately don't want to do this. Not like this, I don't even know you. This was all my u- father.
Her lips formed a straight line and she gulped, averting her eyes.
Y/N: Anyways, can you like, cancel this or something?
She looked at him hopefully. Todoroki looked down at his left hand momentarily before looking back at her.
Todoroki: My father isn't like a subscription or something. This isn't something I can just 'cancel'.
