Mending Old Wounds

I know.

Wednesday July 7th

Kirishima's POV:

"You sure we can't just go to the mall and grab something off a rack? It's just a Grand Opening for a museum exhibit, and Izuku said nothing too fancy."

Todoroki slowed his pace and slowly and very openly slid his two-toned eyes over my entire body. I suppressed a shiver. "Does anything off a rack fit you properly?"

It was totally unfair. Dude just caressed me with his eyes then asked a completely reasonable question. That's okay. If I can handle Katsuki, I can handle this.

"Not really. Everything's too tight in some places and too loose in others. Like, if I flex I'm going to rip something or pop a button."

"I thought so." His gaze focused on my chest and arms before he faced forward. "That's why we're going to my tailor. With his quirk, he can do on the spot alterations and you'll have a suit that will fit your... unique body type."

I didn't miss the way he stumbled over finding the right word to describe my body, but I did ignore it in favor of freaking out over how much this was probably going to cost.

"Sounds expensive." I murmured.

Todoroki shrugged, "Got Endeavor's black card."

"Still," I scrunched my face.

"Listen," Todoroki came to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk and gently grabbed my wrist with a very warm hand. "This is really not a problem. Don't worry about the price. You need a suit and I want to do this for you. But, if it really bothers you that badly, you can pay me back by making me dinner or something okay?"

He smiled and rubbed his thumb over my wrist and I hoped like hell he couldn't feel my racing pulse. I swallowed and nodded, "Yeah, okay."

He nodded once, and let go of my wrist. I tried not to show my disappointment about that, as we continued walking towards the train station. We were waiting on the platform for the next train, when:

"Red Riot!" a skinny kid with dark, spiked hair started smacking his group of friends. "Guys! Check it out! It's Red Riot!"

"Told you, you should've wore a hat or something." Todoroki spoke in his usual monotone.

"I don't usually get recognized. I'm not as popular as you," I waved to the group. They were all wearing middle school uniforms.

"Popular enough. That kid even has his hair spiked like yours."

"You should ask for his autograph!" One of the other kids started pushing him our way.

"What?!" The spiky-haired kid turned a deep shade of red. "No way! I don't want to bother him! And anyways, I don't have a pen or anything!"

"Oh! I do!" The one girl in the group dug around in her shoulder bag and produced a pen and small notebook. She shoved them in his hands and he paled.

I decided to walk over and help the poor kid out, "Hey, man! What's your name?"

"K-Kaori," he stammered and his friends hid snickers behind their hands.

"Nice to meet you, Kaori." I held my hand out to shake and he shyly shook it, but still with a nice firm grip.

"It- it's super cool to meet you in person." He pulled his hand back and clutched the notebook with a death grip. "I was actually on the street that day when you stopped that out of control truck from crashing into that building. It was so awesome!"

"Tch. What the hell's so awesome about it? It was pretty lame if you ask me." A kid with messy neon orange hair stepped up beside Kaori, glaring and crossing his arms.