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

Two way friendship

Tamaki's pov

I picked at the rice in my bento, mixing it around in its container. Todoroki was sat opposite me, lifting up a piece of chicken from his plate.
"Have you ever been to a cinema before?" I look up at him. He pauses with the chicken half way in his mouth. He finishes the food he had.
"Not that I can remember" he finally answers. I nod, picking up a piece of fish from my bento and placing it in my mouth. The taste was strong but I swallowed the piece anyway. My chopsticks tap against the side of my bento as I think. I begin to chew on my bottom lip, a habit that I've picked up on doing since I've tried to stop pulling on my sleeve or someone might see my arms. Shoto takes another bite of his lunch, staring over at me from the other side of the table.
"What?" I ask, digging my fingers into the bottom of my blazer as he stared at me.
"What are those?" he points his own chopsticks towards my face. I reach up. Maybe I got something on my face. However, the only thing that my fingers brush over is my eye supports. 
"O-oh. These. I just wear them... Because I do" I had no real excuse for why I wore them but I hated how people changed their attitude the more they knew about everything wrong with me. I didn't want to be treated like a child that couldn't do anything. 
"I've never seen anything like them before. Its strange" 
"You're strange" I counter, hitting the table with one hand. He flinches, dropping the food that had been between his chopsticks back onto his plate. A stone settles in my stomach.
"Sorry. I... Sorry... I'll go" I close my bento and get up out of my seat. I reach for my bag, swinging it over one shoulder and walking away. I could feel stares on my back as I left the lunch room. I hunched my shoulders, hoping everyone would just stop staring. My heart was thudding in my ears. I could make out some people whispering to each other and laughing but I couldn't hear it over the thumping in my head. I pulled on the collar of my shirt, my skin crawling and heating up like I had ants crawling under my skin. I finally got out of the canteen, taking a moment to slow my heart on the other side of the closed doors. The door opened. Someone had stepped out. I ignored them. Maybe it was just someone random going to the toilet or something.
"Aizawa?" Nope. Just my luck. I started walking. He tried to keep pace with me.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No. You did nothing wrong. It's me. Its all me" I object, trying to walk faster. I stop when I can hear footsteps. Someone was coming down the other side of the hallway and I recognized the voices. Dads. I looked around. I needed somewhere to hide. I couldn't let them see me like this. There was a storage closet nearby. I opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. My hand gripped onto Todoroki's collar and pulled him inside too, closing the door so that they wouldn't get suspicious.
"What's going on?" He asks. I don't answer, instead focusing on my breathing which was making my lungs hurt. My hands stayed on the back of the door, slowly curling around air. I pulled them away from the door and put them against my head instead, slipping down my knees while I keep my hands over my ears. I could hear laughing again. It was all directed at me. It was my fault. I couldn't keep my emotions under control and now everyone knows. They know I'm broken. They know-
"-wa" a hand on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts. I wasn't outside. I was in a closet. My cheeks were damp. I was crying. 
"Aizawa" I turn to look at Todoroki.
"You weren't responding for a bit and I thought you might be having some kind of problem" his eyes were focused on me and his hand didn't leave my shoulder.
"I'm fine. I'm fine" I object. My lungs still hurt and my heart hadn't slowed down but it was nothing.
"You can tell me if you want" he offers. He still hadn't moved his hand from my shoulder. I lift one hand to my face, covering my eyes. 
"I... I just... I got overwhelmed" I whisper. My head falls down, facing the ground. Anywhere was better than looking at his face.
"Because of my questions? I didn't want to make you upset" I shook my head.
"No. Its fine. I snapped at you again. It was my own fault for bringing all that attention onto me. I deserve this" I lean forward, wrapping my arms around my legs. 
"No one deserves to be sitting in a closet while crying" he objects. I finally look at him. The bell rings.
"You should go to class"
"No I think I'll stay here" 
"But you'll get into trouble" He looks over at the door then back to me.
"Getting in trouble is worth it if it means you don't feel terrible anymore" I blink. He wanted to stay here. For me.
"Usually I'd just take my medication and then go" he turns towards my bag, pulling it over. He flips over the flap and rummaging through my things. He doesn't question me about the box or anything, just pulls out the plastic box that had my medication in it along with my water bottle. He offers it to me, pushing my bag to the side. I take the box, opening one of the labeled boxes. I take a pill and pop it in, downing it with my water. I follow it up with some of my vitamin pills. 
"Feeling better?"
"Not really but my heart is calmer and my lungs aren't as sore" I put the box and my bottle on the floor. 
"We can stay here for longer if you need it" I nod. He moves over, sitting down on my right side. I look over to him. He takes my hand in his, heating it up. I lean into his shoulder. The warmth he was emmiting was nice.
"I won't ask about those things again if it makes you uncomfortable" he offers. I nod. I wasn't ready to tell him what they were used for. I could hear footsteps passing the closet but no one opened the door. It was just other students making their way to class. My eyes fell closed, the heat was making me drowzy and I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Maybe a quick nap would help me feel better.