You stared blankly at the ceiling of your dorm room. Y/n placed her arms behind her head as she lay in bed. You were bored out of your mind since you weren't allowed to leave the room. Not even allowed to participate in creating a new move with the rest of Class A. But one thought—one memory—kept replaying instead, much to your annoyance. Your fingers brush against the red spot on your neck again.
When Aizawa found out, he needed both Mic and Shinso to hold him back. But even that wasn't enough, so Midnight just knocked him out. Honestly, I doubt even Bakugou could compare, Y/n thought, sweat-dropping. You had been confused as to why he got so worked up in the first place. It was just a red mark on your neck. It's not like he knew how exactly you got it.
Oh, how wrong I was. You were anime-crying just at the thought. Dad knew exactly how I got it.
Your fingers brushed against the hickey—as it was called—in thought. There were other hickeys, but they were practically unseeable. It was just that one spot on your neck.
You blushed, remembering the strange rush you had felt when he started peppering you with kisses. You rolled to your side, pressing your face into your pillow. Like it'll somehow make you less flustered, your ears still bright red in embarrassment. Why can't I think of anything else!? Y/n thought mentally screaming.
You jolted, hearing a knock on your door. Rising from the bed, you opened it. Only to be greeted by an empty hallway. You quizically looked around as you scented the air. Something floral and fruity hits your senses. Hints of old blood still detected even though Toga had only been here long enough to knock. Why? You had no clue.
A soft thud was heard from behind, your ears twitching at the sound as you whirled around. Only to see the window open, your curtains billowing in the soft breeze. Shutting the door and turning the lock, you slowly walked into the room. A f/c crystal dagger in your hand as you raised it to eye level.
You blinked at the box on your desk, clearly not there before. Making the shard disappear, you picked up the note tucked into the teal ribbon of the box. You sniffed it slightly, catching a whiff of something burning, Dabi? Flicking the card open, you read the simple note.
~Saved a few for you.
Arching your eyebrow in confusion, you took off the lid, eyes widening at the content. Before you smiled softly, that cheeky bastard, and here I thought he was drunk enough not to notice. You quickly stashed them away when you heard footsteps downstairs.
"It's love!"
You walked in to see Uraraka floating around, very red. The others—mainly Mina—squealing about love and who knows what.
"What's Mina up to this time?" Y/n asked, taking a seat on the floor next to Momo's stool. Resting your back against it as you placed your arm on your propped-up knee. "She's trying to see if Uraraka has a crush on Iida or Midoriya," she supplied. You hummed, catching sight of said Broccoli Boy outside same time Uraraka did. She had a dreamy look as she watched him. You sighed, love, you thought, rolling your eyes.
Todoroki happened to read your expression and couldn't help smiling, yeah love indeed, he thought, walking away. His expression darkened slightly a certain thought plagued his mind again.
⟐Time Skip⟐
"Our Test Site, National Takoba Arena!"
The building looks...interesting? You thought staring up at the weirdly shaped cone that was its 'roof'? You looked around as everyone got off the bus. Your gaze landed on another bus, narrowing slightly to see a few students looking this way. And not in a nice way.
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Love? Todoroki x Reader
FanfictionY/N Wistaria is the last of her bloodline. Being the last fae in the world doesn't help either. Born in America Y/N runs away from her aunt and makes her way to Japan. Getting kidnapped almost as soon as she sets foot in this new place, will she be...
