Changes

Nervous

Shit.

I curled up into a ball on the bathroom floor. The girls' bathroom floor to be more precise. My pale thighs touched the cold floor, my tie laying there a few inches away from my hand. I lifted my head a little, knowing no one was in here with me.

Everyone was already in class.

I knew I couldn't skip anymore but.... 

"Ugh," I sighed, lifting my head up all the way and touching my forehead. "Jesus..," The gift Ochako and Yaoyorozu had brought me was the U.A. girls' uniform. I could almost imagine how everyone would react if they see me like this. Yesterday, I had short hair, and maybe, they thought it was just a prank. Nobody seemed to question me, except Todoroki. 

I started to slowly get up, with not much energy really. I wish I could just steal Mr. Aizawa's sleeping bag and stay in there for a good week. Groggily, I walked up to the mirror, and touched it. It was cold, really cold. It was the winter season anyway. I sighed, and stared at my reflection a bit longer. How would Todoroki react to my appearance? 

"Damnit... why do I keep thinking about him?"

To take my mind off of him, I bent down to reach my tie, laying there on the cold tile floor. I walked back to my room, stopping halfway there to check Ochako's room. Of course she wasn't there, but I saw a hairband laying on her small wooden desk. Hoping she wouldn't mind, I took it  and attempted to tie my hair into a neat bun. I had tied my mother's hair before, as a favor, but shen I tried to make a bun, it was sloppy and the opposite of neat. Not wanting to spend ten minutes looking for a tutorial on my phone, I just shrugged, it was good enough for people to not notice my long hair at first glance. 

I closed the door behind me as I walked out, and started mentally prepairing myself for class.

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Todoroki's POV

The sound of the chatter amongst all of the students was frustrating. Slowly sitting down, I reached for my bookbag, attempting to grab a book. Until someone got in my way. 

Momo. (THOTTIEEE BEGONEE)

"Hello Yaoyorozu," I said in a monotone voice. I honestly had no ineterest in her or what she was going to say.

She fumbled a bit, and a light pink blush settled over her cheeks.

"T-Todoroki-san, I-I wanted to know.... I-If you could m-meet me after school W-Wednesday?" She stuttered a lot, which was not expected from our class president. But no one was paying attention to our conversation anyways.

"Sure." 

"G-great!" She smiled, and nervously walked away. 

I liked Izuku's smile more though.

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Midoriya's POV

I could hear my uneven footsteps in the empty halls.

I could feel my heart thumping like there was no tomorrow.

I could imagine what would happen next.

I felt so uncomfortable in the girls' uniform. My legs were exposed, not covered by the boys' pants anymore. My skirt swished everytime I took a step, exposing more of my pale skin. My messy bun bounced back and forth as I made my way to class 1-A. The wooden door got bigger as I neared the classroom entrance.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The door creaked as I slowly opened it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I could see Mr. Aizawa's head turn around and hear his sentence stop as he stared at me. He blinked a few times, maybe thinking he was hallucinating. Though my chest wasn't really fake.

"Midoriya. Why are you late?" His voice had an edge to it, not really intrigued, yet not his usual monotone voice.

I took a step forward, letting the natural light complement my pale skin. 

"M-Mr. Aizawa...," I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Uraraka-san can explain,"

Her eyes grew wide.

What up my dudess, sorry for being dead for a few days. I is sick now and world chan hates me ;( anyways pls help my poor soul by shooting me if i got anything wrong. bye thots also tanks for all them reads (cries in gucci)