The Realist(Shoto Todoroki x reader- Bakugo's twin sister)

Chapter 47

The halls of the dorms were still somewhat empty when I crept down the stairs, the sound of my bare feet brushing against the cool floor muffled by the silence.

Everyone was probably still in the common area or their rooms, which was good- no one to see the frazzled mess I'd become.

My sole mission. Take a hot shower, brush my teeth, and figure out what the hell was happening to me.

Oh, and hide the very real hickeys I had absolutely no fucking clue of getting.

The moment I stepped into the bathroom and saw it was empty, I sighed in relief.

Thank God.

The universe was giving me a break- finally.

Steam soon filled the mirrors as I showered, trying to wash off the lingering anxiety and confusion clinging to my skin like a second layer. I scrubbed harder than I needed to, as if that would wipe the dream- no, the vision- from my brain.

When I finally stepped out, I towel-dried my hair and started brushing my teeth with robotic focus, still playing the events of last night over in my mind.

Todoroki had been in my room. Hands, lips, everything. It felt so vivid. So real. The voice. The way his fingers trailed over my thighs.

The low murmur. "Look at me."

And now I had physical proof of it- three deep marks on my neck that no makeup in the world seemed capable of hiding.

"Fuck," I muttered as I stared at the concealer brush in my hand. I had already reapplied the product three times, but the hickeys only seemed to glow brighter under the harsh bathroom light.

With a frustrated grunt, I flung the brush into the sink.

My reflection glared back at me- eyes stormy, hair still damp and messy, orbs crackling faintly around my shoulders from the sheer spike in my irritation.

How the hell did I get this if it was all just a dream?

If it was real, I was seriously about to lose it. Not because I had a problem with what happened- but because I couldn't remember whether or not it actually did happen.

It was a fucking dream. If it were real at least I could've gotten some head.

Rolling my eyes I started to grab my stuff and look at my outfit. I was wearing jean shorts with a black shirt that had a v line but I wasn't really feeling it due to the shitty job I did with trying to cover up my problem/s.

I stormed back to my room, abandoning my weak attempt at hiding the hickey with makeup. Instead, I threw on a black turtleneck to cover the mess on my neck. I paired it with layered gold bangles, a matching necklaces, and long black Converse that laced almost to my knees. Thoughts flooded my head as I looked at the pare of shoes.

Wait- what if it was real? What if I just had a vision like in the bathroom and Todoroki was actually in my room?

My eyes widened, suspicion growing on me like weeds. My heart climbed into my throat as I bolted down the stairs, urgency clinging to my every step.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I burst through the stairwell doors into the common room, eyes immediately scanning the crowd. Laughter buzzed in the background, students talking over snacks and lounging on the couches. Finally landing on a specific red head.