Todoroki x Female reader

Part 3

You slip out of your u/o and into your uniform, getting ready for the day and putting up your h/c hair. You wondered if Todoroki was back, and then also, why you cared. You knew he was your friend, but you didn't care about Uraraka or even Deku this much. Finally ready, you pull your door open, to see Todoroki standing there, hand up ready to knock. Both startled, you and he both take a step back from each other.

"Sorry, I was just about to knock." He says softly.

"I-I can see that." you stutter, heart racing at the sudden and unexpected appearance.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He says, cocking his head.

"Are you not scared? You weren't expecting that either." You say, recovering and smiling at him, seeing if you could pull another smile from him. Nothing.

"I was a little startled, but im fine." He brushes away invisible wrinkles away on his uniform. You noticed how his uniform was always neat and perfect. Like him. You suddenly want to know more about him.

"What's your favorite color?" you blurt out, feeling heat surge at your cheeks the second the words leave your lips. He looks at you, confused.

"Light green or pale yellow?" He says looking down at you. "Why?" he draws out.

"I-I don't know. I just wanted to know." Then you look down at your shoes. "I like (f/c)."

"That's a good color," he says, finally smiling a little bit. You feel your heart pound against your ribs, happy you pulled another killer smile out of him. You clear your throat and look down the hallways, then at your watch.

"Why did you stop by?" you ask finally. You swear for a second you see him turn red, but then he looks away.

"I don't really know." He tears a hand through his hair and looks back at you. You can't help yourself. Something takes over and you're saying things you wish you could bite back.

"Want to walk to class with me?" You say suddenly. He seems taken aback. Again.

"I mean." He looks at the ceiling and then back down at you. "Yeah."

You both start towards U.A. not sure what to say. The air and tension start to get awkward.

"Are you usually this quiet? And how can you do it? Im dying over here." You say finally. He chuckles slightly and it practically has you melting as you drink in his face. He's pretty handsome-you notice-scar and all. His jawline could cut glass. His features were sharp and perfect. You mentally slap yourself, wondering what you were thinking.

"I don't really talk much. I've never had a reason to." He shrugs like it was no big deal.

"But, I want to hear what you have to say. Your words are important too." He glances at you, eyes slightly wider.

"Really?" He asks. You nod eagerly, hoping to hear more about him. "Huh." Is all he manages to mutter.

"You know what's crazy?" you ask, hoping to keep him talking. You loved his voice. He turns his head to look at you. You take that as a sign to keep talking. "At first I didn't like you. At all. I thought you were rude. And now we're friends!"

"We are?" somehow, you turn a darker shade of red.

"Oh shoot! Sorry. I didn't mean to assume we were."

"No that's fine." he looks back to the front but you can see the smile he's trying to contain, and it makes you spread a big one across your face.

"Sweet!" you knock him in the arm slightly and he bumps you back, both of you laughing.