Various anime one shots book 2

Soba (Maddie)

I want soba. That's all you can think of as you walk to school. It doesn't help that you skipped breakfast, so you're already hungry enough. This morning you slept through your alarm and didn't even have time for a darned shower. Grumbling under your breath, you keep going, receiving strange looks from all around. You don't care. Strangers don't have worthwhile opinions. How can you justify letting someone you don't know affect you at all?
You push through the doors of the school, heaving a sigh as you step inside. This place has always been so grand. You're not exactly poor, though you're no closer to being rich either. It was a miracle to get into such a prestigious school. But, thankfully, scholarships exist.
Stepping into your classroom, you slide into your usual seat. Beside you sits a boy with two hair colors, and two eyes colors. Matching his half-and-half appearance, he has a duel quirk. The boy is rich, handsome, strong--he has it all. The girls love him and you're sure his life is perfect. Shame he has a crappy personality to match. He doesn't talk to anyone, and he refuses to work with any of his classmates. He seems so hostile and competitive too. Once, you were paired with him for training. In the end, you just sat on the side, watching him do all the work and tell you to 'stay out of the way'. It was unfair and very assuming. You're strong. You have an insanely powerful quirk. You're smart. How could you get in his way?
"Good morning, L/n- San." he says, jolting you.
He never greets you. Ever. Just yesterday, during the sports festival, he made it clear he had every intention to beat you. Unfortunately, you didn't get past Katsuki Bakugou, who made first place. You spent the whole night plotting how to assassinate him.
"Good morning," you reply slowly, a bit wary.
"You did a good job yesterday." Like the neat-freak he is, he stacks his notebooks neatly on his desk, taking out his needed stationary for the day. "Fifth place is impressive."
Leaning back in your chair, you fold your arms a bit, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable, "Thank you?"
You realize it came out as more of a question than anything, leaving you to cringe at your own self.
"Right." He pulls out his cell phone. "I left early and nobody is here. Why are you so early anyway?"
"I underestimated my time. I wish I'd showered. Now I'm gonna smell all day."
With a head tilt, he makes your heart race. You've never seen him perform such an innocent act. Heat begins rushing to your cheeks, so you force your eyes away from him. But then he's close, inhaling deeply through his nose which is near your shoulder.
Nonchalantly, he tells you, "You don't smell bad. Not bad at all. Like- vanilla."
"That's my perfume, which you're smelling off my clothes."
Seeming a bit awkward, he settles back into his chair with a little "Oh."
An unpleasant feeling hangs in the air around you both. You fiddle with your thumbs, and he sits perfectly still. Perfectly calm. Perfectly composed. Just perfect.
"How did you sleep?" asks the half-and-half boy abruptly.
"Er- fine. Why do you ask?"
"Small talk? Isn't that how it works?" Confused, he furrows his brows. "Isn't that how people make friends?"
You're caught off-guard.
Steeling yourself, you ask in a tone more harsh than you anticipated, "Since when are you trying to make friends? And with me of all people?"
"Because.. I.. want friends? You're really slow, L/n-San."
Your quirk your brow, getting irritated. "If I'm slow, then you're the dumbest person on earth."
He frowns. "That was mean. You haven't exactly been kind, yourself."
"When? I've always been nice."
You laugh. "You? Nice? Since when? You ignore everybody and act like you're better than us all. The day I accept you're a good person, is the day I've lost all dignity."
0.0.0.O
A couple minutes late, you burst into the classroom, all eyes falling on you. Your homeroom teacher-Shota Aizawa--gives you a bored expression.
"Just like always. You're late, L/n-San."
"I got attacked by a flock of geese."
Remembering the cruel scene, you shutter. You had been walking a good several feet away from them, but they mercilessly attacked you. You didn't want to hurt them, as you're not fond of animal cruelty so you relied on the nonexistent ability to run. You have teeth marks all over you and your uniform is ripped hair even frizzier than usual.
"Geese?" He raises an eyebrow in question.
"They're Satan incarnates."
"Whatever. Go sit down." Waving you off, he goes back to his lecture.
Stumbling a little, you fall into your seat. Your entire body is sore and you honestly want to go lay in your bed and never get up. As you close your eyes, you drop your head onto your desk.
"Are you hurt?" asks a deep and gravely voice.
With a single eye open, you look at the Todoroki and reply, "Very."
"Should you see Recovery Girl?"
"Nah-.. I'll be fine. If not-.well, if I die I'll never have to see a goose again."
He frowns a little. "I don't want you to die."
"How sweet."
"We should have lunch together."
"I usually eat with Midoriya-Kun."
"That's okay. He's invited me to sit with him, too."
"Okay, then."
Something about him is off. He's normally cold and unsociable. So what's with him? Both today and yesterday, he's been somewhat friendly. You're not sure if you like it or not, but it puts you on- edge.
In between classes, you end up seeing Recovery Girl. She places a big smooch on your forehead, then lets you leave. When you come back to the classroom, Todoroki waves awkwardly. As planned, you sit with Midoriya at lunch.
Izuku, Tenya, and Ochacco sit beside each other, and across from them is you and Shoto. Todoroki has soba, so you immediately loose any disdain for him. I'm getting my hands on that soba.
"Todoroki-Kun." you say, voice dripping with honey.
Deadpan as ever, he goes, "Yes?"
"You look extra nice today."
"Really? I didn't do anything different." He pats his hair a little. "Thank you, though."
"Hm. I must've just noticed how handsome you are."
Midoriya starts choking on his katsudon, while Uraraka stares in disbelief.
Chopping the air with his hands, iida starts, "School is not a place for flirting-"
"You're very nice today, L/n-San." Todoroki smiles a little.
Good Lord. He actually is handsome.
"No, really. You look great." You go to steal some food off his tray, but he traps your chopsticks with his own.
With a pointed glare, he start growling a little. "Don't. Touch, My. Soba."
"Hehehe Todoroki-Kun."
"I may be training to be a hero, but I am not above murder for soba."
Right." Sadly, you go back to your food.
You were hoping he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care. But, of course, you have no luck.
•o.0.0.0
For months now, Shoto Todoroki has been awfully nice to you. So long as it doesn't come to soba, he'll do just about anything you ask- even things he won't do for other people. Part of you gets the idea he may like you, while the other says that he might just be trying to make friends. Regardless, you want his soba. While, yes, you could technically buy it for yourself, it wouldn't be the same. You've taken this like a challenge, and now you have but two goals in life: become a hero, get soba from Todoroki, both will happen.
Having moved to dorms, you drum your fingers on your bedroom desk. How can you get him to share his soba? How could you possibly manage that? He's insanely protective of it and since you tried taking a bite the first time, he won't take his eyes off his food. There was a knock on your door, you snap out of your thoughts.
"Come in!" you call, looking over to see who it is.
It's the duel- -haired boy himself, giving you an awkward smile. "Hi."
You stand up. "Hey, what's up? "
"Oh, I just wanted to say I'm in love with you. Good night-"
Before he can leave, you grab his arm. "You can't just say that and leave!!"
He turns his head, confusion written all over his face. "I can't?"
"No! You cannot!"
"Oh, sorry. What am I supposed to say?"
"Ask me on a date, ask me to be your girlfriend."
"What's that?"
"Y'know, a female romantic Partner?"
"Like a wife?"
"No!" You panic a little. "Not quite wife! A little- less committed and intimate than a wife."
"Oh. Then be my girlfriend?"
"H- hold on! You barely even know what a girlfriend is-"
"I don't care. I'm in love with you and want you to be it. You can teach me."
"Ngh.. fine."
"Okay, good night."
Before you can stop him, he walks out of your room. You sigh, There's something terribly wrong with this boy.
0.0. 0
"Give me a bite." You say to Shoto at lunch.
Like every day, he's having soba.
"No." replies he taking a bite.
"If you don't, we re breaking up."
"Which means?"
"I won't be your girlfriend anymore."
He stops mid-bite. "That's a bit extreme."
"I want soba!"
"Get some yourself."
"I'm broke!"
He snorts a little. "I guess you're broke and single."
"I thought you loved me!"
"Not as much as soba."
"Todorok-Kun," says Midoriya . "Just give her a bite already."
He sighs, but slides the tray in front of you. "One bite. And only one."
Happily, you get your bite. "Yay!"
"You owe me."
"Owe you what?"
"I don't know. Teach me something couples do?"
You think for a moment, then kiss his cheek. "How's that?"
"Works for me." He goes back to his food, smiling a little.