Sparkling Peppermint // Shoto Todoroki

ACT WITH MY DICK

I ran.

I sprinted through the halls, yelling a stuttering thanks out to the hospital staff on my way out. I didn't care that my hair was a mess, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I was breathless, panting for air but I only sped up my harsh steps. I kept running through the streets until I had made it back to the grand entrance of U.A. University.

Fumbling out my student ID, I swiped it through the screen, letting it scan my identity before letting me in and locking after I had darted inside. I pressed the card against the scanner for the dorms as it allowed me in. I couldn't slow down, my feet moving me forward through the halls. My clothes were disheveled and wrinkled from being yanked at when I had cried my heart out.

Please don't let it be too late, please.

I skipped a step to make it quicker up the staircase and I reached the floor with our rooms. I rounded a corner sharply, nearly stumbling down but I steadied myself. With a heavy breath and tight chest, I ran past my room, heading straight for his. I debated on shoving the key inside to let myself in, deciding better to respect boundaries, especially when we weren't on the best of terms.

Raising my hand to knock loudly, I pondered if I was late. By the time I reached to my pocket to grab the door's key, the door swung open, a sleepy Shoto standing before me. He rubbed his eyes, blinking them wide when he saw me.

"I'm sorry."

I stepped in after my two words, shutting the door behind me and as I threw myself at him to pull him into an embrace, he reached out to pull me towards him and into his arms.

"I'm so fucking sorry for my shit," I clung onto him, feeling him clutch me tighter. "I'm sorry for what I said, and if anything I said or did hurt you in any way, shape, or form, I'm apologizing for it all. I didn't mean it, I never will, my emotions get the best of me and cloud my thoughts sometimes, you didn't deserve to have that taken out on you, no matter what situation I may have been struggling with," I spoke with a single breath, eager to get my words out for him to hear.

"Breathe," he ran his hand through my hair, his presence soothing me so I wouldn't begin to sob again. "I didn't like that the only time we'd talk would be us arguing with each other, our time together ending up in a bigger fight between us. So I'd like to apolog-"

"Don't," I cut him off, burying my face in his shoulder, unable to meet his eyes and he fell silent.

"I want us to acknowledge that I made my fair share of mistakes as well," he changed his wording. "I should have been there for you when I wasn't, I couldn't clear up my feelings for a lot of things, resulting in me pushing you away when I should have been holding you close."

"You're forgiven, I forgive you. I'll forgive you every time you apologize to me, but please," my hands curled over his shoulder blades. "Don't leave me, just stay with me."

"We'll work on solving our issues together with compromise instead of angered shouts at each other that only tear us further apart," he offered me a smile, pulling back to gaze at me.

His hands moved from my back to my face, caressing my cheeks with his fingers.

"Another thing I'd like to address," he brought up and I nodded for him to go on. "The- th- actually, never mind, it's nothing to stress over," he laughed it off lightly and I tried to figure out what point he was trying to make.

"The kiss?" I asked.

"Kiss?" He blinked back at me.

"You kissed me," I reminded him.

"I kissed you?"

I blinked, knowing I remembered the moment clearly and couldn't have just imagined it even if it had happened a few weeks back.