lettres d'amour | s. todoroki

TWO: Tutoring is helpful for school, but is it helpful for your social life?

Thursday came by in a flash, and all Todoroki could think about was how pleased he was that he didn't have to go home as early today since he was tutoring. His father didn't know this of course. Endeavor didn't quite believe in his son helping other students, especially when they're his competition.

Shoto opened his journal and began writing what he felt. He didn't believe in talking about his sentiments and predicaments, he found it burdensome to others. After growing up by his father's rules and regulations, he was molded into this shape that he mustn't show weakness. So instead, he keeps a journal.

The past few days, it's been difficult to sleep. I feel energized when I'm supposed to feel tired. This hasn't happened before. Could I be sick? If I'm sick, I don't want to spread anything to the others here at school. I'm supposed to help with a student today. I do not want to get them sick.

He closed his journal as Aizawa began to speak about the lesson plan for today, his ears listening to the man talk, but his eyes seemed to linger on a boy.

As a rugged hand patted a toned shoulder, a smaller, softer hand could be seen gently smacking that larger hand away. This continued on for just a few more tries from the hand from behind trying to gain the one in front's attention. Finally, the one in front turned around with a light hearted smile, hitting the hand a little harder. This rugged hand belonged to the cheerful Eijiro Kirishima, whilst the one in front was where Shoto had his eyes glued, (Y/N) (L/N).

Todoroki didn't even realize he was staring till Aizawa called on him for an answer, which he did not have. A few students in front of him glanced back at him. How long was he staring for?

Eventually, the final bell rang and the students rushed to get off of campus as soon as possible, with the exception of Shoto, (Y/N), Kirishima, and a few others. Kirishima and (Y/N) left side by side into the hallway, where Sero and Denki were waiting for them.

Shoto followed behind, his eyebrows furrowed as he wondered if (Y/N) forgot about the tutoring session. Just before the dual-quirked male had a chance to pull his phone and send a message, the (H/C) was waving to his three friends as they walked out. He now gestured for Shoto to join him on his walk.

"Todoroki," (Y/N) began, a friendly grin on his features. Shoto noted how he seemed to be soft spoken to him versus when around his own friends. He had a louder volume with them.

(Y/N) stuck a hand in his pocket, the other reaching behind to grab a bottle of water, walking out the doors of UA and on the sidewalk. He took a sip. "Would you like to tutor at my place? My gran'pa has a very peaceful garden we could work in. It has beautiful natural lighting, as well as flowers from all over. Do you enjoy flowers, Todoroki?" The boy spoke with a charm Shoto's never seen before. He just felt himself nodding, his eyes wide open as he watched the male next to him talk.

(Y/N) let out a small chuckle, his head tilting down to seemingly hide it and continued walking. It was a comfortable silence between both of them, as neither of them felt the air was thick with tension or awkward one bit, just a neutral silence. They both listened to the birds in the trees chirp, as well as the faint purring of the cars' engines as they passed them on the road.

They eventually cross a crosswalk and reach an apartment building, where at the top you can see strings and spikes of green barely peeking from the rooftop. Todoroki figured that must be the garden.

(Y/N)'s hand comes out of his pocket and he begins to dig around in his bag for the keys, nearly dropping them as he fiddled for the right one. The two boys entered to the smell of what seemed to be Okonomiyaki.

Shoto can describe the residence with many words: cozy, maximal with knickknacks, a den of creativity and peace. This was truly a home, a home he never experienced.

"Ma'Ma! I'm home. I brought a guest if that's alright," (Y/N) spoke, immediately slipping off his shoes and setting them in a shoe rack by the entrance. You could hear loud clanking nearby.

The two beelined into the kitchen, which was just around the corner from the front door, and spotted a stout, much older woman hunched over and watching the pancake-like entree in the skillet on the stove. "Ma'Ma-" "(Y/N)! Back from school so soon. Yer said ya had tutorin' today? Those grades, they don' work themselves, son," the woman spoke, waving around a wooden spoon. Shoto didn't expect this, as he expected a gentle voice from this woman. But no, it was a booming voice that could shake the walls of this very complex—and an odd dialect. "Yes 'Ma, I brought him here. Todoroki, this is my gran'ma, Mai. Ma'Ma, Todoroki," (Y/N) grinned toothily. Shoto has never seen him smile so brightly before, nor act this way. He already didn't know much about his classmate, but this was not how he expected his home life to be.

The woman smiled brightly at him, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. "Yer that hero's boy, ain't ya? Endeavor, mm?" she inquired, nearly braking the boy's arm. "Uh, hello ma'am.." he mumbled, rubbing his hand to soothe the ache.

"Ma'Ma, we're off to study now. Is Gran'pa in the garden?" "Yessir, go pay 'im a visit."

The two walk down a corridor to be greeted by a staircase that leads up to the roof of the building. There, an array of greens, reds, yellows, and purples can be seen in a mix, all like a big bouquet. There was also different grasses, tall grass, flimsy grass that could effortlessly blow in the wind, and even cacti.

But in the middle stood a man, definitely an older man, watering these plants. He wasn't watering from a watering can, however. He, himself, was the source.

"Gran'pa! The plants are looking real nice!" (Y/N) waved to the man, who turned around and gave a bright smile, similar to the (H/C).

The old man approached the two, taking off his hat and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the top of his arm, careful to avoid his hand. "Ah! 'Ello there boys, ya'll viewin' the beauty? Now, I can't say I blame ya." The older man eyes Shoto. "You must be a friend of my grans'n here. What's yer name, boy?"

(Y/N)'a grandfather stood much taller than Shoto now that he was closer. He could definitely see the similarities of their features. They had a similar bump in their nose, they both shared a dimple on their right cheek when they smiled, and even the broadness of both their shoulders. Yeah, Shoto can see where (Y/N) inherited his looks from.

"That's Todoroki-" He turned to the said male. -"and you, you can just call him 'Pa. He's embarrassed of his name, so don't worry about that," the boy chuckled, patting the elder's back. "He's my tutor, and it would be best if we got started. We thought the garden would be a good place to study. Is the table wet?" 'Pa shook his head no and held his hand out gracefully to water a potted plant next to him. "S'all good, son. S'all good for that studyin' there."

Todoroki didn't plan to have a family meet and greet, but he didn't mind it either. It stalled him from going home, and he enjoyed seeing the life of other students.

The two sat down at a simple, yet charming table with matching chairs. (Y/N) then pulled out his notebook, tossing it onto the table along with a few pencils. Todoroki wasn't thinking about studying.

"Is your quirk from your grandpa?" He asked, looking at the boys hands as it gripped a small pencil. (Y/N)'s head perked up. "Hm? Oh, well- yeah," the boy nodded, eyes glancing to the plants surrounding them. He continued, opening the notebook to an array of numbers and letters, his face dull, "My grandparents are my father's parents. I prefer to live here since it's closer to UA."

Todoroki hummed and decided not to press the subject. "What are you struggling with?" "Radicals. I don't understand them. And also functions. And also factoring-"

The half-hot half-cold teen took the notebook and began writing down different equations, trying to help his classmate understand this content.

Todoroki didn't get home till dark.