rubatosis | s. todoroki

10 | peppermint

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Todoroki Shoto

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He isn't sure if he will come off as weird but he figures if she asks, he'll tell her that he's trying to repay her favours. Shoto pauses in his steps. He doesn't understand why he's trying to find every excuse for every action towards her and it worries him. It isn't that he doesn't necessarily care for other people's thoughts but she just has the type of presence in his mind that gives him the jitters. Shoto sighs and makes his way to the clinic in unfaltering determined steps. He's about done with his confusing self.

He arrives sooner than he would've liked but he dismisses his trivial emotions and knocks before he gets into another mental conversation with himself. He is just about to scold himself for not getting anything for them to drink when he hears her soft voice calling him in.

When he enters, he sees that she has somehow managed to get her hair in a bun without interfering with the bandages. Strands fall by her ears and brush her silver studs.

"Eh?" She frowns and places her hands on her waist sternly. She isn't holding any papers but seems to be tidying the room a little. "You're hurt again? Honestly, Todoroki-kun, are you a masochist?

He feels his cheeks heat up a little at her wording and he clears his throat of all anxieties and doubts before he utters his next words.

"I owe you ice cream?" He almost cringes at how he phrases it as a question but he manages to keep his composure. He didn't even ask her if she is okay. God, he's never felt like such a failure before.

Her bright green eyes get unfathomably brighter and she snatches her blazer she draped on the chair. Her phone already in hand, she's moving towards him while texting someone. Her fingers move like they hold no weight and he's so entranced by how familiar she is with a keyboard that he almost misses her next words.

"Now, right?"

"If you're comfortable with that."

She hums and stares a little at the screen, her thumbs practically trembling in their places. Shoto makes up a whole idea of who she can be texting and concludes it that it's most likely Recovery Girl.

His thoughts are interrupted by firm hands ushering him out of the clinic. As she locks the door, he quickly texts his sister that he'll be late, expecting her to relay that message to his dad.

"Let's go!" Her enthusiasm has rubbed off on him a little and he gives a small smile. "Oh and you don't need to be so formal with me, hm?"

He doesn't say anything. He just grunts softly so she'll know he's heard her.

"Come on, I know a great place!"

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"How'd you even find this place?" he asks, sliding into a booth. She follows his motion across of him.

She's slipped off her blazer again and honestly, Shoto does the same. The air conditioner is not doing great for a place that sells ice cream.

"I don't like staying at home much." She takes a spoonful that he doubts she'll be able to get in her mouth without cringing through it. But she does. Her small lips purse and her body relaxes. Her eyes are closed in pleasure as she doesn't allow him to see the twin skies of green she has. "And I'm so glad I don't."