Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Missing

I've been writing this since Nov 30th and I'm annoyed with writer's block that I haven't gotten through with it yet┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘. This was supposed to be one big chapter but it's been so long since I've gotten one out that this part is coming out early because I'm done looking at it.( ˘ ³˘)♥

I apologize deeply(ﾟωﾟ；) <3

I will make up for this (*；ω人)<3 <3 <3

This was supposed to be out a lot sooner but Writer's block smacked me in the face and my free time has gone down significantly thanks to a new job (Q-Q;)

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Slight GORE!!

{Small Chapter SPOILER!/Gore..maybe??! --- But,  A ram's horn is attached to its skull, AND the horn also has a blood flow of its own that is also considered a major artery. So if the horn breaks it is extremely painful for the ram and bleeds a lot. And in some cases, part of the skull could go with it thus exposing its brain.

For Mikoto's quirk, I have had to do a lot of research about Rams. And some of it is not prettyಠ◡ಠ. Especially when they show pictures. ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) }

You won't enjoy this one~ (つ﹏<。)つ <3!

-Mikoto's POV-

"I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?"

Running her fingers through the younger boy's hair, Y/n watched as her brother began to nod off. His voice going hoarse as he watched her with puffy red eyes.

"Okay,"

Offering him a sad smile, Y/n placed her phone on the nightstand beside them. Plugging the device in to charge before turning back to Mikoto.

Giving the boy's arm a gentle squeeze, she kept her voice quiet, "Try and get some sleep buddy,"

Pulling the covers over his shoulder, Mikoto watched as his sister turned towards the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony. The cold breeze that flooded the room nipping at his face before Y/n closed the curtain behind her.

Being left with the light from outside, Mikoto laid watching the curtain with a set gaze. His hands sweating as they gripped the blanket he had over him.

Feeling his heart beating in his chest, Mikoto took a quiet breath before quietly lifting the blankets off of him. The silence that captured the room made every little sound wrack the boy's nerves as he moved.

Lowering himself off the bed's edge, the cold temperature of the ground tickled at the bottoms of his feet. His eyes glanced towards the curtain nervously before reaching out for the girl's phone.

Taking hold of the charging cord, Mikoto paused seeing his reflection in the phone's darkened screen. His brow furrowing as a small pit of guilt weighed down on him.

'He told me he could fix it.'

Loosening his grip, Mikoto frowned to himself. New tears beginning to burn at his eyes wondering how much trouble he'd be in if he went along with it.

'But, Y/n said he wasn't a good guy...'

Letting his shoulders fall in defeat, Mikoto went to return the device to its rightful place, arms freezing in place once a small cry reached his ears.