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

Unseen bond

Tamaki's pov

I looked through the different racks of clothes, trying to find anything that caught my interest but would also cover my arms. I found a nice dress with long sleeves. The sleeves were similar to a kimono with how spacious they were but it would hide my arms either way. I picked out a couple sizes to try on. While heading to the changing room with the other things I picked up, I bumped into Tod- Shoto.
"Oh sorry. I didn't see you there" I apologise. He was holding his own clothes in hand.
"Its fine" 
"Were you heading to the changing room?" I ask. He nods. 
"Oh what luck. So was I. You can help me out with this and I can help you. Fair trade?" he nods. I walk over to the changing room. I place my stuff down next to one of the chairs.
"You go first and I'll wait here" I offer. He puts down his own bag and walks into the changing room. I sit down next to our bags. My fingers trail up to my arms and I start scratching. The skin was prickling now. I kept scratching, keeping an eye on my surroundings in case I had to pull my sleeve down again. The curtain to the changing room swung open. Shoto stepped out in a white top, black jeans and a yellow cardigan. He pulled on one of the sleeves. My cheeks felt hot.
"Wow you look really good" I stand up, walking over to him.
"You think? I thought the cardigan would be a bit much" I reach out, adjusting the cardigan so it sat on his shoulder better and didn't look as crooked.
"No I think it completes the look" I look up into his eyes. He's staring at me with a look I can't quite decifer from him.
"I'll go put my clothes back on and then you can try what you picked out" he mumbles. My face heats up. 
"Right right. You do that" I agree, turning around and walking back to the seat. Shoto walked out of the changing room, holding the clothes he'd picked up and stood in front of me. I picked up what I'd chosen and walked into the changing room. I pulled the curtain closed. My hoodie was first to come off, followed by my shirt and then my jeans. I avoided looking in the mirror, instead pulling the dress on. I put on the leggings and the choker around my neck. I looked over at the mirror. My arms were fully covered and the dress reached down just below my knees. I groaned. Maybe this wasn't something I should wear.
"Tamaki?" I jumped when I heard Shoto, letting out a squeak.
"Y-yeah?" 
"Are you alright? I heard a noise" 
"I'm fine. I just don't know if I want to come out is all" I mumbled. He was quiet. I rubbed my hand up and down my arm.
"It can't be that bad" I sigh. I pull back the curtain, crossing my arms over my chest. Shoto stared at me.
"I know it doesn't look that good but-"
"It looks great" he cuts me off. I blink and look at him.
"What?" 
"Yeah. You look really good" his cheeks had a slight pink to them but I didn't bother with them. Instead I pulled at a few strands of hair. Shoto lifted one finger and pointed towards the right side of my face.
"Is that some kind of scar?" I reach up to my face.
"Oh. No. Dad says its a birth mark. Not quite sure why. I think it might be related to my quirk since its shaped like a lightning bolt and its red which is the colour my eyes go when I use my quirk from what I've been told" I explain. One hand rests on the side of my face, finger brushing over my cheek. 
"Its kind of like my scar" I don't think I was supposed to hear that but Shoto underestimated the reliance I have on my ears. 
"Yeah I guess you're right" I laugh. His eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up.
"How did you hear me?" he was confused, hand falling back to his side.
"Oh.... I have really good hearing" I bite my thumb. His eyes trail to my face again. Then he looks away. I look back down at the clothes I'd picked out.
"I think I will get these" Shoto made a noise but I'm not sure what it was. I walked back into the changing room, swapping the dress out for my own clothes, folding everything neatly and holding it in my arms. I walk out of the changing room.
"I'm going to go look at the shoes. I want to see if I can find a nice pair of boots" 
"I'll come too. I don't know where any of the others are" he looked around the store then back to me.
"I can't really help there. I don't really pay much attention to where my brothers go when we're shopping" I shrug my shoulders, heading towards the shoe section. There was a lot of different shoes. I picked out a pair of ankle boots that had a platform heel all over. I checked the size.
"Dammit" I curse.
"What's wrong?" Shoto was looking at the shoe in my hand.
"These shoes are a size 4. I'm a 6. I can't try them on" I put the shoe back down. Shoto looked over my shoulder. I tilted my head in question. He walked past me. I turned around. He had walked up to another girl who looked in around 20. I curled my arms around myself. Of course he got bored of talking to me. I have nothing interesting to say anyway. He's probably just been waiting for someone else to talk to and been tolerating me. He followed the woman off somewhere. I would just have to ignore this. I turned away, going back to looking at the shoes. Maybe I'd find one that was actually my size. While I was bent down to look at the bottom shelf, someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up. Shoto was stood above me. I raised an eyebrow, pushing myself to my feet.
"I thought you were talking to the woman over there" I gestured to the woman with my head.
"I was" he pushed a box into my arms. I looked at the box then up to him with two blinks. He stared at me. I opened the lid of the box. The shoes I'd noticed were inside the box. I checked the side of the box which were a 6.
"I know you get weird when talking to people sometimes so I asked for the shoes instead" I pulled him into a one armed hug, the other holding the box.
"Thanks" I mumble. I sit down on one of the foam boxes and take off my trainers and put the boots on. I test them out. They were comfortable and gave me a couple inches. Now I was probably around average height rather than being short as hell. I sat back down and swapped them for my trainers again. 
"These are great" I smile, putting them back in the box.
"Is there a reason girls like heels? My sister wears them a lot but I'm not sure why" I look up at Shoto.
"Well I can't speak for everyone but I like them because it gives me extra height. I'm shorter than most girls my age so when on special occasions I wear heels to add on some height" 
"You are kinda short" he mumbles.
"How tall are you?"
"5'9"
"No wonder. You're just over a foot taller than me" I snort before quickly covering my mouth.
"S-sorry" I turn away, pulling on my sleeve. I breifly look towards him. Shoto's looking down at my arms while I tug on my sleeves. I pull my hand away, opting to hold both my arms close to my body. Neither of us speak. I cough.
"Well, we should go pay for this stuff. I'm sure my brothers and the others will be waiting for us" I pick up the clothes and the shoe box and head in the direction of the till. Shoto didn't say anything, just walked alongside me. Hopefully he'd forget about that and it wouldn't affect anything.