On the Run

Attempt No. 2

The days after were agonizing. Being ignored so heavily was excruciating, the rigidity of your anger, chilling them to the bone. Despite Texas's hot weather, the home felt cold. There was no warmth of laughter, no comfort in homemade food from the heart, no coziness of movie nights. There was nothing to even make the house feel like a home anymore.

The pain of your anger killed them slowly, leaving them to bleed out on hard concrete in an unknown land.

How were they supposed to apologize? How could they guarantee that you'd forgive them?

These questions floated around them as they gathered and discussed.

They'd successfully gotten you to forgive Iida and Uraraka, but they hadn't been able to receive complete forgiveness for everyone.

And why would you? You trusted them, hoping they'd have your back like friends would, and that hope resulted in disappointment. They failed the ultimate friendship test miserably and probably lost your trust in the process.

What the hell were they supposed to do now?

...

Sweat dripped down your back as you pushed yourself for one more rep of pull-ups. Loud (music genre of choice) blared through your earbuds, falling in time with your breaths. You grunted with exertion, pulling yourself up carefully above the bars.

Your bitterness fueled your workout, anger flowing through your veins and vexation boiling your blood.

You knew that holding on to this anger would not benefit you in the long run, but you couldn't help it. The stinging pain of betrayal and abandonment added fuel to the fire.

You wanted to work through it. You tried. But it wasn't working. Every time you so much as felt their heartbeats in the ground, your blood would rush faster, your heartbeat pumped harder, and you'd almost become lightheaded from it all.

So you avoided them, indirectly avoiding your anger.

But they couldn't be avoided forever.

"(Y/N)?" your neck snaps up at the call of your name, eyes widening when you see two-toned hair and eyes.

"Todoroki," you greeted, breathless from your workout. You pulled out an earbud, realizing how loud your music was.

You weren't as angry at Todoroki, mainly because you and he weren't close. He was a passive member of the house, and you liked that. He didn't bother you, and you didn't bother him. An amicable relationship.

Your eyes cut to him, looking for any I dead to why he was here. No alarm bells rang based on his expression, two-toned eyes emotionless, lips in a thin line, breaths even.

"How may I help you?"

"I'd like to talk to you if you are willing?"

His expression didn't change, but you still tensed at the tone. He was monotonous and quick to the point. Succinct. It was nice.

"Sure," you answer sitting on the bench off to the side. He sits next to you, leaving enough space for you to run.

"I would like to ask how we can receive forgiveness from you."

Quick and to the point, so much so that it didn't sound like a question. You had no issues with that. But the issue began with the question.

You tensed, glancing down at your hands. "I'm not sure what you mean."

He scoffed. "Yes, you do."

You sighed. "I guess I do."

"What I want to know is what must we do to make you forgive us. Should we beg you? Plead for it? Grovel?"