(A/N: This is a long one, I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy it!)
Shoto's POV-Saturday:
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I groan as I got sent to voicemail again. After everything that happened last night, Y/N would not speak to me. Hell, barely anyone in the dorm would. I felt like hell as Denki told me what had happened, my head falling into my hands when he did. "You fucked up dude," Kiri stated as he ate his toast. "No fucking shit," I grumble as I run my fingers roughly through my hair. "Why don't you go talk to her IcyHot," Bakugo interjects, rolling his eyes. "DON'T YOU THINK I'VE TRIED?! SHE WON'T RESPOND!" I explode, subconsciously igniting my fire quirk. "WATCH IT, ICY HOT! I'LL INCINERATE YOU!" Bakugo responds our faces inches from one another. Before anything can happen, Kiri steps in between us, trying to defuse the situation.
"Look, Todoroki. I-" "No! I can't get to her. Mina can't get to her and neither can fucking Sato!" I was crying at this point, mad and sad at the same time. I didn't want anyone around me anymore, my mind too clouded with thoughts. "Please just, just leave," I ask in a low voice, my head hanging low. I hear the door open and close as the three of them walk out, my fist hitting the edge of the desk. I let out a gruntled scream as I send my phone flying across the room. I knew it was more than likely shattered, but I didn't care. "What was-" "GET OUT!" I yell at Iida, throwing a book at my door. How could I have been so stupid?!
I take a moment to collect myself, trying to recenter my thoughts. I decide to clean up the little mess I made, sighing as I completely busted my screen. "Fucking great." I groan as I just toss it on the bed. I walk out of my room, everyone backing up slightly. I didn't realize it, but my left side had small smoke streams coming from it. "I wanted to apologize to you all. I did not mean to act out like that." I scan the room, most of their faces sympathetic except Mina and Aoyama's. "Don't apologize to me." Mina snarls as she walks away from the group, Aoyama close behind her. "Putain de Cochon." I raise a brow at his remark, trying to keep my cool. "What did you just call me?" I growl, narrowing my eyes at him. "I called you a fucking pig and you get no cheese!" He replies before heading out to the courtyard. Such a fucking weirdo. I just roll my eyes as I turn to walk back towards the rooms, that is until I see Y/N.
"Y/N! Wait up!" I chase after her, grunting as she shuts the door in my face. "Go away Todoroki!" She yells through the door. I could hear the pain in her voice, my heart breaking at the sound. "Please just let me in. I want to talk." I say in a defeated voice. She swings open the door, almost causing me to fall backward at the force. "What the fuck is there to talk about?! You kissed Momo and didn't stop. Enough said." She says as she slams the door in my face, this time knocking me backward. That dammed quirk. I throw my head back in exhaustion as I let out a deep exhale, pushing myself off the ground.
Y/N's POV:
I hadn't come out of my room since before the party last night. I didn't want to see anyone's faces, not even Aoyama's. Mina had been trying most of the morning to talk to me, but I ignored her and Sato just as I had ignored Todoroki last night.
~Flashblack to last night~
"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR!" I roll my eyes as I faintly hear Shoto's voice, his fist banging on the door. I was about two bottles in by the time they all got back an hour later. "FUCK OFF TODOROKI!" I shout as I take another swig of the now third Vodka bottle. I could tell that I was going to feel this hangover in the morning, but I didn't care. I was too hurt to care. I eventually peel myself off the floor enough to at least lay down on the small couch I had in the corner of my room. "Y/N! PLEASE!" I throw my stress ball at the door, making a loud 'thud' as it hits the wooden door.
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I am His, He is Mine
FanficShoto Todoroki. The son of the #1 hero Endeavor. The guy who has been there for you since you first came to Japan. With a tragic past, and a somewhat comfortable present, everything seems to be falling into place as you enter your first year at UA H...