Mistakes ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 7: tomorrow tomorrow or...tomorrow?

CW // brief mention of suicidal thoughts (not main characters so don't worry)

Shoto Todoroki

"Well...I have to be honest, I hadn't expected to see you again so soon, Katsuki"

"And why the fuck not? You know m'fuckin' strugglin' in here, n'this is the quietest place I can find, even with your fuckin' yappin'"

"Jeez, you sound so old when you say stuff like that."

"Fuck off. Guess you prolly want me to fuckin' talk about somethin', huh? Don't wanna waste your fuckin' time if you're busy"

"Not at all. Listening to you is my job"

"Tch, thought I said to quit with the professional bullshit, don't piss me off"

"Ok...I'll ask something very unprofessional then. How come you showed up right when my shift started? Coincidence?"

"...nah, I came to see if you were here this afternoon, this fuckin' old loser was here and tried to make me do fuckin' trust exercises"

"...technically I should do one with you, but I understand what you mean"

"Don't fuckin' mind with you, since you seem trustworthy. Your honest, makes you fuckin' rare in these parts."

"I wouldn't say that, I'd say I've met plenty honest people recently"

...Yoichi seemed to be all I could think of, even as I spoke to Katsuki. I don't know what it was, but it was definitely distracting me from the blond in front of me.

"Oi, Halfie, you still fuckin' there?"

"Ah! Uh...guess not?" I said with an apologetic smile. He didn't seem to mind so much, seeing the humour in it.

"S'been two fuckin' minutes and you've lost interest? That fuckin' stings, Halfie, I thought you loved me!"

He teased me by quivering his lip as he spoke, and I just rolled my eyes and ignored him, continuing to make aimless small talk with him. He told me about his time in school, how he'd barely had any friends since everyone took one look at him and assumed he was trouble. I had a similar situation, but for different reasons. No one likes nerds.

I brought up the subject of relationships, and was surprised to learn that he'd never had any serious ones. He was adamant that he wasn't a virgin, though, and I joked about him being bad at sex and scaring them off, and he couldn't help smiling through false anger.

"What 'bout you then, Halfie?"

"Oh, uhhh...I dated one girl once, but I think we both totally fucked it. The first week, we rushed way too much, flirting like crazy and taking clothes off each other, and once we slowed down, we realised we were better off friends, and we still are"

"S'too fuckin' sweet for me"

"Well, you asked. Not my fault you don't appreciate a very wholesome story"

"You're such a fuckin' suck-up, Halfie"

"Yeah, well, whatever. I'm where I wanted to be, so my hard work paid off, right?"

I immediately started to regret my words once I'd said them, conscious of his situation.

"I-I'm sorry, that was...careless of me"

"Don't worry, it is what it is. Can't change what's happened now, so might as well get fuckin' used to it"

I appreciated the positive outlook he seemed to have (though didn't mention it - he wouldn't have appreciated that). I was impressed with how casually he was making conversation with me, given how difficult it'd been to get words out of him just yesterday. He still had a somewhat teasing aura around him when he spoke, but it felt more...familiar than it had during our previous conversation.