Worth It (N. Todoroki X Reader)

Chapter 4: Okay, So Now There's an Actual Date

It's Saturday now.

And college is still kicking my ass like the bitch it is.

So instead of casually hanging out with Natsuo at the coffee shop like I was supposed to, I brought a binder of homework and review for a test I have on Monday.

Life is so much fun.

"I'm so sorry about this," I apologized for the third time in five minutes because, honestly, I do feel bad that I'm not able to give Natsuo my full attention while we're together.

"It's fine," he responded. "I understand the piles of homework and assignments. I'm studying to be a doctor, remember?"

I nervously chuckled, not because I'm nervous or anything, I just do that, you know? I opened the thick binder, pulling out a few papers and saying, "Right. Anyways, I really am sorry that I'm not able to give you my full attention."

"Hey, I already said it's fine. Don't worry about it."

I sent him a small, apologetic smile, getting to work on my homework.

And would you look at that. It's math and fractions.

Dear lord please kill me now.

I hate this, I really do.

"So what exactly do you have as homework?" Natsuo asked.

"Well, it's a lot of math," I responded, pausing to add a few numbers. "But sometimes we need to like, make a small dish and take a picture to send in. We also make recipes, cook, obviously."

"That sounds infinitely more fun than what I do," Natsuo said, brining his coffee cup to his lips.

"Well, you kinda brought that upon yourself, seeing as you chose to go into the field of medical welfare," I retorted. Except I didn't mean to. That thought was meant to be thought.

Natsuo snorted, coughing on his drink a bit before he regained his composure. "You're right there," he said.

"Hello there, I'll be your server today."

"Yonda, we've already ordered our coffee," I said. "Plus this isn't exactly a restaurant where there's a que type of thing."

Yonda stood there somewhat awkwardly. "Would you like a complimentary conversation starter?" she asked. "I can give you multiple for free."

I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be able to get her out of my hair until I agreed. "Sure." She placed a folded piece of paper in front of me, quickly mouthing He's cute before walking back to her spot behind the counter.

"Sorry, Yonda can be nosey sometimes," I said, unfolding the paper and looking over the conversation starters. "These are all terrible." I refolded it, placing it back down on the table and taking a sip of my coffee.

Natsuo reached over and grabbed the page, looking them over before reading off it. "'What is the last dream you remember having? Weirdest dream?'"

I chuckled. "You really don't want to know the chaos that is my dreams," I said, wrapping my hands around the coffee base to heat them up

"Well now that you said that, I'm intrigued." Natsuo leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table and looking at me expectantly.

I let out a somewhat awkward breathy laugh. "Well, I was walking up to Taco Bell or something, and beside the sign in front there's this homeless man sobbing and holding a funeral for a piece of lettuce. Then a cat walks by, and the man snatches it and somehow sacrifices it to the lettuce. A few seconds later, the lettuce gets resurrected with animated arms, legs and a face and became the all night lettuce god."

Natsuo stared at me in disbelief after I finished explaining my dream. He blinked slowly a few times, as if slowly processing everything I just said.

"You have some weird dreams compared to me," he said, shaking his head a little and leaning back in his seat. "The weirdest I remember having was when I was seven and there were aliens in our backyard."

"Well that's just boring," I said, chuckling.

We continued talking for a few hours. We hadn't even realized how long we sat at the table until Yonda came by and told us we had long overdid our stay and that she needed the table. Natsuo and I got up and left the café/book store Yonda works at and walked to the park. We sat at a bench and continued talking, our conversation somehow leading to this.

"So, how would you feel about an actual date between us?" Natsuo asked.

I stopped writing for a second, taken aback by his sudden question.

Okay, but like one of the most attractive guys I've ever met is asking my skinny ass out on a date. What has this world come to?

I literally sat there like the stupid person I am actually thinking about my answer.

I mean, I'm pretty sure it's because part of me is thinking haha, this is all rhetorical. But what if it's not and I say no?

So yeah. 

"Yeah, I'd accept if you were to ask," I decided to answer, lifting my head from looking at my paper to see his reaction.

A small smile crossed his face at my response. "Well then, Y/n, I formally ask you to go on a date with me," he said in this fancy, posh voice.

I giggled, shaking my head slightly at his silliness. "I formally accept your request," I responded in the same posh accent.

We stared at each other for a moment before we burst out laughing.

We spent a little while longer in the park, planning out vague details of our future date before going into a heated debate about whether or not McDonalds is the best restaurant to exist.

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IM NOT DEAD

Anyways, hi hello. It's been like almost a month since I updated and I'm sorry. I took a much needed break from life, but now I'm back.

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