Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

A Grim Future

For those of you who don't like angst...(ﾟωﾟ；) you're gonna have to wait a bit before we get back to having major happy moments because I like to think of this as Y/n's 'Shit Hits The Fan' character arc. ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

There will be a couple of happy moments sprinkled into it so it's not completely shitty, but between my own plot for Y/n and the next upcoming season of MHA...it's not looking pretty        (ಥ ͜ʖಥ). But don't worry the next book I make continuing this story will be a lot better in terms of plot so I apologize in advance cause I know a lot of you want Y/n to catch a break, and she will just not right now.

This is me making up for having Gina being the traitor as the main event in the first half of the book. ( ˘･з･)

Enjoy(人◕ω◕)~

-Y/n's POV-

Stepping into the large call center of Endevore's agency, I shoved my hero case inside my gym bag, eyes scanning the collection of desks and sidekicks in search of Burnin.

'Not a chance in hell I'm sitting here for another two hours only to wait to get screamed at again,' I thought, temper still bubbling.

Not seeing the green flame-haired woman anywhere, my shoulders dropped in frustration. Turning on my heel to walk back out of the room.

'Whatever. I'm leaving anyways,' Stepping down the stairs, I could hear my shoes clanking against the wood harshly. My footsteps a lot heavier as I reached the front door, walking out without a second thought.

Avoiding the eyes of people walking past, I kept my eyes on the sidewalk in front of me. Hands gripping onto the strap of my bag harshly as the scene kept playing in my head.

'They all just left. Not one of them stayed. Not anyone,' Feeling my eyes gloss over, I ignored it, 'How could they do that? He kicked me to the side when it wasn't even my fault to begin with and they all just went along with it!'

Getting to the bus stop, I stood silently. My anger brewing the more I thought about how easily I was brushed off.

"That must suck," A voice spoke, my attention begrudgingly turning towards the man sitting on the bus stop's flimsy bench. Newspaper in hand as he read, "Getting shoved aside by not only your idolized hero but your friends as well,"

Furrowing my brow, the man folded the paper together tightly, thumb grazing past the pages to continue to the next page. Seeing his E/c eyes look up at me, my throat tightened.

"You are the last person I want to talk to right now," I groaned, stepping away from him to go to the next bus stop.

Feeling my bag get pulled back harshly against my shoulder, I turned seeing the strap pulled tight as a force field blocked it.

"Quite your shit. I told you to leave me alone," I hissed, tugging against the bag.

Taking his time, the older man stood from the bench, folding the newspaper neatly before leaving it on the bench.

"We should talk more often. I'm starting to enjoy our visits, Y/n," He hummed, stepping closer to me as his hands fell into his coat pockets. Eyes watching in amusement seeing me continue to struggle setting my bag free.

"No thanks. I don't talk to people who are pieces of shit like you," Looking towards his feet, I could feel my nerves spike seeing how close he was getting, "Touch me and I'll scream,"

Scoffing, he took another demeaning step forwards before coming to a stop, "I don't think having a civilized talk with my own damn daughter is illegal,"