Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Bickering

I can't wait for the newest chapter of MHA to be animated TwT I have so many ideas for this next season and the future ones. But first I'm gonna have to write this next arc ( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ).

-Y/n's POV-

Standing on the crowded train ride back to school, I held onto Mikoto tightly, attempting to stay focused on not falling or bumping into anyone near me.

The train slowed, the sudden movement causing people to jerk back for a moment in surprise, as the sound of so many people overpowered the speakers' volume that announced the station's soon arrival.

Feeling a shove on my back, I stumbled, the safety bars around me all occupied by others making it even more difficult to stay standing. 

Having seen my fumble, Shoto's cold hand instinctively reached towards me, his fingers taking hold of the fabric of my shirt.

"Tch, I knew we should have left sooner. I fucking hate the night traffic these fucking things have," Bakugou's voice spoke harshly, a sharp glare or two directed at the people surrounding us.

Shoto's hand moved gently against my side until he rested it on the small of my back, his eyes focused on the crowd surrounding us as the train stopped and the doors opened.

Watching the swarm of people rushing towards the doors, Shoto spoke, "This stop usually has more people going out than there are people coming in," His thumb suddenly moved upwards, the motion sending a small shiver up my back as he continued, "So it should start getting less crowded soon,"

"Even if it doesn't, our stop is next, right? So we'll be out of here in no time," Kirishima grinned, his sharp teeth flashing us a small smile.

Adjusting my grip on Mikoto's sleeping form, I glanced toward Gina as she stood between Kirishima and me. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were knitted together in what looked to be a pain. The clothes she wore were still wet, and her hair didn't seem much dryer either.

The train closed its doors, once again making its way to the next stop, the grip Shoto had on my back supporting me as I leaned back.

'She must be cold,' I thought, slightly cursing at myself for not bringing my winter jacket. Even despite the fact that I don't especially need it due to my quirk.

"Oi, you better not throw up Rock head," Bakugou warned, not liking the face she was making in a crowded train station.

"I'm fine." Gina shot back, not even bothering to look up at the blonde boy who only grew agitated at her tone of voice.

"Then what's with the stupid fucking face?"

Giving the explosion quirked boy a look, Kirishima was quick to scold him, "Bakugou, cut it out, man,"

"I have a headache," The brunette explained in annoyance, not wanting to do anything at the moment but to get back to the dorms and see Recovery Girl.

"Just a few more minutes and we'll be on the last two blocks back to the dorms," I hummed, attempting to lighten the tension between the three. "Then, when we get there, Bakugou and Kirishima can get you to Recovery Girl's office and I'll go tell Aizawa what happened and get you new clothes,"

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou looked away from us, "Tch, as if that bastard won't be waiting for us by the gate. We're thirty-eight fucking minutes past curfew already,"

"I'm sure Mr.Aizawa will understand once we tell him what happened," Shoto explained, seemingly unbothered by the blonde's complaining.

"If he gets mad just tell him it was my fault," Gina intervened, eyes peeking open for a moment, the purple and golden colors glancing towards the lights above our heads before closing once again, wincing slightly, "God these lights are bright,"