Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Bonding Moments

This chapter references back to the previous chapter "The TV" in case anyone has trouble remembering!  ^U^

Okay, this chapter might be a little dry because I suddenly got hit with a major Writers block situation, and just needed to move on from this event in order to move onto the parts I do have inspiration writing for! So I apologize in advance if this seems rushed in any way!(( _　_ *

Enjoy!(＾ω＾)/~

-Y/n's POV-

"And then she just attacked me out of nowhere! Like dude- all I wanted to do was talk to her and then I get jumped!"

Sitting quietly as the boy continued to spiral into the pit of his own lies, I leaned back into my seat. Not understanding why Nezu wanted each of our stories before looking over the footage he had pulled from the hallway cameras.

As Chano continued to explain his side, I could feel my ever-growing headache begin to collect itself around my temples. Having been sitting in this office for the past ten minutes was growing rather annoying seeing as everything could have been settled just by watching the camera footage alone.

"When I ran after her, I was just trying to go find a teacher when this one came out of nowhere and started attacking me!" Pointing in my direction, he tried his best to worm his way out of the situation, "If you ask me, I think they both planned it. They wanted to attack me, just for the fun of it,"

Nodding in understanding, Nezu was careful not to give away his inner thoughts on the boy's fabricated story. As a mouse with such a high IQ, it's not entirely hard for him to know when a lie is told.

"I see, Thank you for sharing young Chano," Turning his attention towards me, he was quick to offer a small smile, "Now, L/n. Would you like to share?"

Knowing I didn't have a choice in the matter, I folded my arms together, just wanting to go back to class at this point, "I forgot my tie in the locker room. I went to get it and on my way back to lunch I heard yelling and ran into Gina," Attempting to keep the explanation as short as possible, I shot a small glare toward the boy beside me, "She seemed freaked out and her eyes had changed. So naturally, I wanted to try and help her when this moron ran up behind her. He seemed pissed but once he saw me his attitude changed, started saying Gina had attacked him. But, when I asked Gina she said it was hard to remember. He grabbed her arm so I stepped in between them. Then he got all defensive again and when Gina stepped in to try and create a space between us. He shoved her to the ground and then went after me. Recovery girl heard us and when I went to stop he continued the fight. Now we're here,"

"Is that all?" Aizawa questioned, not exactly thrilled to have been called down to the office on our behalf once again. An evident scowl on his face from having his Lunch break nap interrupted.

"Yeah," Nodding, my eyes fell toward Gina as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Her purple orbs focused on the floor in front of her. The forming bruise on her ankle peaking its way out from underneath her sock.

Writing against his paper, Nezu hummed to himself before directing the question to the distracted girl, "You had trouble remembering what had happened, Yakatma?"

Hearing her name, Gina faced Nezu, eyes flickering to me for only a moment, "Yeah, a little bit,"

Placing his pen to the side, the mouse glanced toward his opened computer. The security footage shown paused showing the Brunnette girl making her way to the vending machine. The image was hidden away from the three of us as we shared our stories, "Do you mind sharing what you do remember?"

At his words, Yaktama shifted in her seat. Hands falling in her lap as she spoke rather hesitantly, "I went to talk to Recovery Girl about the medicine she gave me. Then I went to get a drink from the vending machine down the hall when-" Trying to remember the boy's name, her eyes flickered to him. When they made eye contact her shoulders went stiff before falling her attention back to the ground "When Chano came up to ask me a question,"