switch | todoroki shouto x reader

four | realization

His unwavering gaze sent a shiver down your spine and shook your slim frame.
"Why is he looking at me like that? Oi, knock it off!"

Your eyebrows creased and you returned your own scrutinizing and intense glare. He acknowledged that by narrowing his eyes in amusement.

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"Izuku and Iida are gone. It's just us two," Uraraka muttered in a secretive manner. "You can tell me now. Is it a boy?"

You practically choked due to her unexpected remark.
"What?" you yelped.

She broke into a fit of giggles before she composed herself, clearing her throat.
"I happened to catch you stealing glances at Todoroki over there. Is he part of the reason you're beaming today?" She quipped, lips tugging upwards.

You stared at her in a deadpan manner. "How funny. You do know how it is between him and me. If I were required to pick between Bakugou and Todoroki, I'd choose the former."

"Lies."

"Seeing his gaze, it seems like he's seeing you in a different light," Uraraka stated and a grunt passed your lips.

You were speechless. Was she right? If so, was the switch responsible for it?
"But I do not recall ever wishing for anything involving..."

Realization hit you hard. You widened your eyes in incredulity. You had wished for things to change between Todoroki and yourself. Yet, it seemed like the gods have been mistaken. Your complexion grew pasty and your mind in disarray.

"(Y/N), you look extremely pale. Was it something I said?" she puzzled at your sudden change of emotions.

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You were so happy just moments ago. How could such small matter ruin everything? Your inherent disdain towards the partly cold and partly hot bastard was of no help either. If only you could bury your face in your pillow and scream to your heart's content, you would.

The two of you don't go well together. He was like the other side of the coin. Both of you contrasted each other and the mere thought of ever being near him was repugnant to you.

"(Y/N), I must speak to you," a voice interrupted your overwrought mind.

Speak of the devil.

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Ah, just when I thought I was off the hook, my teacher decides to assign yet another project. Even worse, it is revolving around the history of my country.
Anyway, my sleep deprived self must go for now. I'll be updating shortly!
(I am well aware that this chapter was rather short. I'll try making up for it the next chapter!)