UNDONE [Todoroki Shoto x reader]

1: resentment

The whispering was inevitable. Such had you learned over the years. Curious and wondering stares usually followed whoever couldn't pinpoint your face, but found it familiar. Walking through the halls at UA, looking for the right classroom, it was no different. Pointed stares, hushed conversations and curious mines on unrecognizable faces were nothing but fleeting moments. You had learned to ignore them, because you knew if you looked back they would ask. Asking meant that you would answer about a moment you could barely remember. All you remembered was the panicked gaze of the heterochromatic boy as he spat out water, alongside tears and terrified cries.

It was rather a moment you wanted to forget, to not define your entire being. Because you were so much more than the moment when your quirk decided to manifest, saving the boy in the process. A one in a millionth chance, that is what it ultimately was. Dumb luck, too.

Sliding open the door to the right classroom, you looked directly over at a blond boy with a cocky smirk plastered onto his face. His legs rested comfortably on top of the desk, to the great annoyance of a boy with glasses. Glasses moved almost robotically as he called out the ashy blond on his demeanor, to which the blond's sinister grin only grew.

A fleeting gaze later, your gaze skimmed all of the early-comers – all until you looked at the boy in the very back. He had looked up as he had heard someone enter the room, and as your gazes met, the heterochromatic eyes sent shivers down your spine. They widened in shock for just a fleeting moment, before they hardened in resentment and anger. Pure spite and fury, almost. Great, and you were stuck in a class with him? As if someone wasn't bound to mention it and tick him off.

You glanced over at the board, seeing your name on the seat at the back beside the windows, you started to walk. Silence grew in the room, and even the bickering at the front row ceased as you walked.

"Latecomers should at least introduce themselves!" glasses spun around to look at you.
"Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose of being early?" you asked, sliding down onto your seat, "If you're the first to walk in – how would anyone know your name?"
Snickering came from the first row, "She got you there, four eyes."

Four-eyes, or rather, glasses, settled in silence. To think that there was already someone who was aiming to be class-rep, huh. You should have guessed that there would be a goody-two-shoes, or an ass kisser amongst the class.

"Oi, you look fucking familiar. Who are you?" the boy on the front row turned around on his chair, staring at you intently. It didn't take long before it clicked in your head where you had seen him before. Maybe three months ago, or so – a sludge villain had taken him. It had been all over the news how All Might had saved his ass.
"Just a familiar face," you shrugged dismissively, "Hardly think you have seen me before."
His gaze narrowed suspiciously, "Well, it is fucking plain. Guess I was wrong."

A half assed grin tugged at your lips as he turned back around. Already having pinpointed out the goody-two-shoes and the delinquent, you felt certainly good about your position. Over the years of being studied by everyone, you got the habit of studying back. Asking just as intrusive questions back – as they did to you. Why was it somehow alright when the questions were aimed at you, a child, but not at them?

"So you don't gloat in the glory of having saved Endeavor's son?"

You turned your head as you looked over at him, to the nasty glare in his heterochromatic eyes which was nothing but reminiscent of his father's. Raising your eyebrows slightly, silently questioning why he was so unfairly bitter about the entire thing. He had been the one to wander into the water unsupervised, not you.

"Don't flatter yourself," you stated, "Talking as if it was the save of a century – which it wasn't. I was four, as were you. Humble yourself for a second before nepotism reaches your ego."