𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 || S. Todoroki x Reader

6 - Heart-to-heart

It felt like you'd been at school much longer than only a couple days. You were still trying to digest them as the last bell rang, a grenade to push students from the school like an overfilled dam.

Time seemed to exist in its own place during school; nothing stayed still for too long or it would fade from interest of other students. You almost enjoyed it, the fast paced moving of everything at once. Maybe it was because you could keep up with the flow, your ears were already becoming used to the lunch roar.

The sun setting turned UA Academy into a sea of oranges and yellows, molding everything into the warm tones of approaching dusk.

Sucking in a breath as you let the large doors swing closed, a gust of sharp air cooled your lungs. A light breeze pulled stray leaves to dance on the courtyard, twirling them around on the mis-matched cobblestone.

It would be nice up in the air right now, Hawks was probably zooming around doing whatever little jobs needed surveillance. Envy dug between your ribs, all for reasons looming just below the surface.

Images of the past days came slowly, trickling in like the stream behind your house. Present Mic attempting (large emphasis on attempting) to teach the class its first English lesson.

Bakugo's voice taking president over the rest of the class as he managed to use every single verb incorrectly.

It'd surprised you because Bakugo wasn't half-bad at academics, he was actually pretty smart. Yet the second he got into English, all the braincells left were the ones specially made for screaming; and that boy used them for all they were worth.

People still weren't fully settled into the routine of classes. They were still learning each other's names, getting to the new dynamics just beginning to surface among students.

The group of people who had joined you that first lunch seemed to think they rather liked your table, and had set up camp ever since. Every lunch was filled to the brim with some new endeavor; whether classes, students, teachers, or a mix of all three.

You still didn't know if Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido had all gone to the same middle school because it was impossible to tell based on how they acted. There was never a dull moment at lunch though, and you found yourself content to just sit with your snacks and quietly listen to the jumble of voices trying to speak over one another.

Sometimes they asked you questions about yourself. Where you went to school before, if your parents were heroes, what kind of music was your favorite.

Every answer came from a combination of fabricated history and a deflection of questions you'd been briefed in before even setting foot on campus.

Hawks' warning held your tongue whenever it wanted to go off on its own, a constant reminder who you were and what needed to be kept from your fellow classmates.

You felt his eyes watching you everywhere, despite him being off doing gods knew what.

These people sitting at your table weren't your friends, you only laughed because that's what everyone else was doing and you were perceptive enough to know that not doing so would only bring more attention to yourself.

Any slip-ups? It won't happen again. I have every belief it won't.

You remember the rules? Yes. Remind me. Be calm, don't draw attention to yourself, no friends, remember your training.

The number of kids on campus was dwindling, everyone racing off home (of course to do their backpack's worth of homework). But before you even managed to finish walking down the steps, an arm was looping through yours and Ashido's hair was straying your view of the sun.