Todo x Victoria that's probably gonna be shitty pls love it/me anyway
He sat there stirring his cup of coffee aimlessly, sitting in a lonely booth on the other side of the restaurant. His bag lay haphazardly at his side, his menu tucked neatly into the corner of the table as he waited for his order to arrive.
Eyes of sea foam green and storm cloud grey glazed like a glistening pastry over the lovely waitress with the sweeping golden hair that vaguely reminded him of some fairytale his mother read to him as a child. Her eyes, bright and blue as a dripping ocean sky, were droopy and tired, but pinched into a melancholy smile as they skimmed over his eyes, a knowing wave of the hand signaling their relationship.
The soft hum of café music streamed into his ears like the gentle glow of the sun's early rays on the mahogany tabletop, the bustling pedestrians flooding the streets outside the pristine glass beside him keeping him distracted as he awaited his meal.
Back straight as a board, he let himself melt into the moment, feeling the cool air emitting from a petit desk fan breeze over his features, ruffling his cherry-snow tresses around playfully. The dainty sound of toes tapping against the floorboards near his feet drew his gaze up to hers like a fish to bait.
"Pancakes are fucking gross, Todo, I can't believe you ordered this." He shrugged briefly, taking the platter from her hands, nearly bristling shyly as their fingertips brushed.
"I like them."
"Actually disgusting," The girl teased, a late shift seeping through the cracks in her voice like a barren, dry desert. "I'll come sit by you once it slows down a bit." The boy nodded solemnly, focusing his energy into munching on a steaming triad of warm, blueberry pancakes drizzled with a thick syrup to match. His reverie was destroyed like the sudden splash of swaying water at the clatter of dishes and obviously restrained cuss words.
"I'm really sorry, sir," she mumbled, a disinterested monotone piercing her tone.
"It's all okay, here, I'll help you pick it all up." The boy with sandy blonde hair and glossy green eyes scooped up her spilled platters, handing them to her with a mischievous wink, a slip of paper lodged between the spaces of her fingers.
A sort of bubbling irritance swelled like a sweltering sun in his soul at the scene, and the realization of this emotion scalded not only his cheeks, but the string of diplomacy dangling between his heart and his mind.
A classy sass squished into every step, he graciously removed the scrap of paper from her hands, stepping forward and placing it back in the intruder's.
"You accidentally left something in the dishes." Heterochromatic hues hardened into ice, melting the flirtee's resolve into salty beach water, and he stumbled away with a light scoff, leaving the aproned lady to question her lover's motives.
"Todoroki..."
"Would you mind joining me for the remnant of my breakfast?"
