𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 | bnha

02 | a damn girl

CHAPTER TWO
A DAMN GIRL

EDITED

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".. Do you mind getting off me."

His voice, deep and resonant, broke the momentary silence that had settled between you. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized the awkward position you were in, practically hovering over him.

I can't believe that there's actually already an attractive man in front of me.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" You stutter as you scramble out of place to gather your composure. You offer a hand but he ignores it when he's already rising smoothly on his own.

"I'm fine," he replies flatly, brushing himself off. "It happens."

Relief washes over you at his nonchalant response. That's when your eyes trail behind him and catch sight of his phone lying on the ground, its screen shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

"Ah crap—I'm really sorry, your phone!" You blurt out another apology, pointing to the cracked screen. Anxiety bubbles up inside you, fearing his reaction. He has every right to be angry, maybe even to sue you, and the thought sends a chill down your spine.

He glances over his shoulder before walking over to pick up his device. The silence is unbearable as he inspects the damage from the collision, and you mentally curse yourself for your clumsiness. How are you going to compensate him for this?

"Let me pay for it—"

"No. It's fine, really." The guy cuts you off, his tone as flat as ever. His apathy makes it hard to read his true feelings, leaving you in a state of unease.

Your eyes dart to his phone, noting the model seemed expensive, too. The weight of the situation pressing down on you, feeling a sting of guilt.

I think I'll actually kill myself.

He notices your unsettled expression, he breathes out, "I don't need money if that's what you're worried about." The dual-haired boy turns around to leave, believing that's the end of conversation.

That puts your fretfulness aside for a moment. "Uh..." You trail off quietly, not knowing what to say but you recover as you call out, feeling pathetic. "Wait!"

"Please, let me treat you to something. This is the only way I could compensate you, I feel pretty bad for your phone."

He pauses, turning back to face you with a slight, curious tilt of his head. "Why are you so insistent? I'm okay," He said, giving you a deadpan response as always. He definitely wasn't angry, but you spotted the hints of annoyance creeping onto his expression. It was subtle, but his brow was a bit furrowed now.

"B—because I just don't want you to think I'm ill-considered..!" You stammer, feeling your cheeks redden. The words came out more desperate than you intended.

Forget about the wizard's game for now, you're just mortified at the thought of owing someone a favor.

He studies you for a moment then he finally sighs and eventually shrugging, "Alright. I really don't need anything, but only because you're persistent."

"Thanks for letting me. I'm [Name] [L/N], by the way."

"Shoto Todoroki."

Awkward silence falls between you two for a moment. Not a talker, huh.

You think to yourself, trying to find a way to bridge the gap. You clear your throat, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "Uh, there's just one thing," you begin, glancing down at your empty hands. "I, um, kind of stormed out of my house, so I don't have my wallet with me. But I really want to make this right."