Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Understanding

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I have recently found that my works are being posted on some pretty sketchy fanfiction sites, that when I went to go click on them, it sent me to a bunch of pop-up ads.

The only place you are supposed to find this fanfiction is on Wattpad! 

Okay listen- I'm lazy as all hell, and was sitting in my room thinking how the hell am I supposed to write out Midoriya's fight scene without it being a boring ass chapter, and then I remembered that I put Mikoto in this book for a reason and that reason being is he's a distraction for when I don't want to write things out. :D

So let's all thank Mikoto for saving us from another boring chapter where you just sit there.

--- O-O I just realized how close the Christmas episode is... I thought it was further away I had plans for this- I- They'll still work but I didn't think this soon!. *3* holy crap- okay- I'm gonna ignore it until it bites me in the ass.

....I keep thinking about, I fucked it up. Maybe I can save it- I don't know. T3T

Enjoy~ (OwO)/

-Y/n's POV-

Looking up at the screen, I saw Midoriya and Monoma's team all gathered around their bases, awaiting for Vlad King to announce their match start.

"It's now time for fifth and final training match!" Vlad King's voice rang through the speakers surrounding us.

"L/n," Hearing my name, I looked up to Mr.Aizawa, his hand reaching out to me, "It's Mikoto's school,"

Confused, I stood from my seat between Shoto and Gina, taking my teacher's phone in my hand before he walked away to observe Midoriya's match.

"Ooh, what the little monster do now?" Gina teased, prompting me to present her my middle finger, a small giggle following it as I raised the phone to my ear, covering my other to block out the other U.A. students.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi! Am I speaking with Mikoto's parents?" A strained voice, one of which I didn't recognize, spoke from the other end.

"Yeah, this is his sister. Is everything alright?"

"I'm afraid not dear." She paused for a moment, my brow furrowing before she spoke again, "Are your parents around? Who was that man I spoke to before? Is he your father, can he please be put back on the line-"

"No, he's my teacher," I deadpanned, "As of the moment, I am Mikoto's guardian, so anything concerning him, goes to me,"

"Well, then who is the other contact I have on the boy's file?"

"That would be my phone number-"

"Then why didn't you answer?"

Feeling my eye twitch in annoyance, I flexed my hand, "If you must know, it is because I am in the middle of class, and when you are in the hero course, phones tend to break when you're in the middle of a fight,"  Taking a small breath, I lowered my tone, "Is there a reason you're calling or not? Because I'm getting tired of all these accusations,"

"Well," Her voice now sounded embarrassed, hesitant to give me even a sliver of information, "Mikoto and another student got into a bit of a mishap today at lunch break. The school would like the parents of each child to come to the school as soon as possible,"

Hearing this, a spike of nerves shot through me, "Is he alright?"

Catching my worried tone, I could feel Shoto's eyes fall on me, watching me as my fingers grazed my own bandages.