If only memories could be erased (Shoto Todoroki x oc) Rewrite

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Shoto's pov

When class ended, I walked up to Mr Aizawa who was putting a few things away in a bag. I stood and waited. It took a minute for him to notice me.
"What is it Todoroki?" he asks. He looked around the rest of the classroom then back to me.
"I haven't seen Aizawa for a few days" he sighs and steps toward me, one hand on my head.
"She's just recovering. She'll be fine soon enough" 
"Can I see her?" Mr Aizawa's eyes widened for a second before falling back to the tired expression he always wore.
"Alright. I was just about to head home anyway" he finished putting papers in his bag and got up. I stood in place until he started walking towards the door of the classroom. I followed, staying near him on the entire journey to his house. When I arrived, Present Mic was sat in the living room, scrowling through his phone. I didn't see Shinso or Amajiki anywhere in the house. Maybe they were out with friends or something. Mic looked up from what he was doing, dressed up in professional clothes. He walked over to Mr Aizawa, gave him a kiss and then walked out of the house with no few words.
"Tamaki's upstairs in her room, I'm sure you remember where it is" I nod, turning to the stairs. I walked up them, hand clinging to the banaster and filling with sweat. When I reached the top, I rubbed my hand down my blazer and approached Aizawa's door. I hovered outside the door then chose to knock first. 
"Who is it?" someone called from the room. 
"Todoroki" it went quiet right before a thud from the other side of the door hit my ears. I opened the door to find Aizawa on the ground with her face pushed down into the carpet of her room. I stared down at her. She didn't try to get up from the floor. I stepped closer, offering my hand. She moved her head, hair tangled and frizzy from days of being unkept. She groaned from the ground, blowing up some of the strands that hung in her face. When she didn't accept my hand I spoke up.
"Need help?" She grumbled in response but held out her hand. I took it, pulling her up and onto her feet. She fell forward into me. I wrapped my arms around her back, standing with my legs spread apart after I nearly fell to the ground when she fell into me. Her arms hung down over mine and her head was leaned into my chest.
"So..... Are we gonna just stand like this or....?" 
"O..oh.... I didn't know.. Um" I looked around the room, trying to think about what to do. My eyes landed on her bed which was unmade, covers kicked up against the wall. Since her arms were over mine, it was easy to pick her up that way. Her body straightened out in response. I curved my body, using my leg to pull up her legs and support them. Once I was sure that was the case, I moved one arm and put it under her legs, hoisting her up. A squeak exited her lips, one hand wrapping around my shoulders and the other gripping my shirt. I walked over to her bed and sat her down on it. She stayed still, blinking once while red crept up her neck and across her cheeks. I stood next to the bed.
"I came to see if you were better" she gave a slow nod, one hand reaching up to her mouth.
"Why though?" she pushed her thumb into her mouth, lips closing around it while she stared straight ahead. 
"Because........ ummm....." I stared at her, trying to remember what the word was. She turned her head in my direction, staring up at me for the first time since I entered the room.
"Friend" 
"I'm surprised the candy cane would want to be friends with someone like me" she leaned back against her headboard, arms crossed across her chest. 
"Why do you keep calling me that?" I slouch forward slightly. Aizawa links her hands into her hair, pulling it close under her chin.
"Umm.... Well... You see......" I tilt my head, waiting for her to say something.
"I struggle with new or complex words and I don't like showing other people this so I come up with replacement words. Therefore Candy cane" she had her thumb back in her mouth while her other hand fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt. I blinked once.
"Oh" she lowered her head, shifting her one foot on the bed.
"Did..... did I insult you?" I couldn't tell if she was upset with me or not again. 
"No. No. No. Its fine. You had no way of knowing" she waved her hands with a shake of her head. I look down at my feet.
"You... You can sit down if you want. I have a desk chair" I look over at her desk chair, pulling it over and sitting down in the chair that was filled with cushions. 
"Its... very fluffy" I lan back, slipping down in the chair.
"Yeah. I like cozy things" she pulled a fuzzy blanket towards her from the bed and wrapped it around her. Well that explained her interest in my left side down in those tunnels. Aizawa looked up from her blanket and stared directly at me again.
"So did you talk to your dad?"
"No. He was mad that I went and got stuck in the tunnels so I just choose not to talk to him about it" I shrugged, staring down at the floor again.
"Oh he's one of those dads. Gotcha" she leaned back against the wall behind her.
"One of those dads?" what kind of dads was she talking about. Her dads seemed real nice.
"You know. The fuckin bitchy asses. Those kinds" 
"Wait how do you know of these 'shitty dads'" I moved my fingers like I'd seen the others do when they said something strange or quoted someone else.
"I'm an insomiac. I spend too much time scrowling on my phone in the early hours of the morning" she shrugged.
"Your dad doesn't give you in trouble for it?" Dad never let me be on my phone if it was too late.
"I mean.... Hitoshi probably does the exact same shit as me at 1am so I don't see how they could micromanage both of us" Her fingers linked in with her hair again. I guess that made sense. My stomach was starting to tingle. It didn't feel like I was sick so I just ignored it. It was probably nothing.

Its some more fillerish stuff before the next arc but I just can't help it. These two are actually just anxious bbys together.