MHA One Shots

History Said They Were Roommates 🤷

Shoto was overall, a very good roommate. He did his dishes, vacuumed, and most of the regular roommate stuff. (Aside from boiling water, he stayed away from that). He had his moments, sure, but now was not one of them.

You had been feeling shitty to say the least. Physically? Definitely. Mentally? Probably, if you're reading this fanfic. Either way, Shoto always seemed to know when you weren't feeling at your best. Somehow.

That is how you found yourself in the peppermint boy's room with Golden Girls, yes Golden Girls, playing on his laptop. Apparently, you time traveled to the 80s. You had been picked up rather unceremoniously from your couch cocoon and dumped onto his bed, which honestly, you didn't mind.

This was not only because of the overall feel of the room, but also because yours had a small trail of ants on the windowsill that felt a little to daunting to deal with right now. His room was rather put together, but it still had random things that would kind of pull you out of it. Like the All Might themed fairy lights, (which were admittedly an eyesore). Or the stacks of books and old papers under and around his bed. Or the half finished lego set of a chicken peeking out of the corner watching you.

But all of that made it real, and you supposed that was what really mattered. Even if Golden Girls was overrated.

"Whats the point of getting up every day if you're just gonna lie back down again?" You asked grumpily. He had made a point of making you soup and tea, even though you weren't even hungry.

He stared at you blankly for a second before shoving an apple slice in your face. "Doing stuff. Protecting people."

"Well- obviously, yeah, but what if like-. There were no people to protect? What would you do then?" You said through a mouth full of apple.

"..I would figure out where everyone went."

"No- i meant-"

"Where did they go?"

You groaned. You loved your roommate. You really did. But oh my god, was it like trying to move a building by politely saying your 'pleases and thank yous'.

"Why do I even bother.."

"You should sleep y/n. You look tired."

"Thats because I am tired." You said grouchily and pushed away the other apples.

"Yeah. I know. Thats why you should sleep." He took back the rejected fruit and put them on the edge of the plate, presumably for presentation.

"Its literally only three in the afternoon. Why in all Earths fucks to give would I ever go to bed that early. Sometimes suffering is its own reward."

I genuinely cannot believe those words just left my mouth. Maybe I do need sleep.

Shoto looked at you incredulously, like he was deeming you unfit for the afterlife and sentencing you to eternal damnation in Florida or something.

He shook his head and stood up, grabbing the tray of eaten food on his way out.
"Sleep well."

Im tired its 1am my time and i havent uploaded in however long (to lazy to check). this is such a shitty little fic nfnabdbbdbdban

sorry for disappearing tho. Ill probably do it again knowing me. But boy, is it refreshing to write something that isn't book summaries or textbook analysis or whatever.

This is nice