Lately, because of the incident with my mother, Midoriya Izuku has been spending more time around me. Mother is very pleased by this but he doesn't talk about All Might as I expected he would. Any time I bring him up he acts like a complete fan boy, not once has he slipped up exposing his own personal relationship with him. Many times I've seen them talking in private on school grounds but even when I ask about it he plays it off as it being 'school related'. I'm having a hard time thinking of ways to get information out of him. I'm only left sitting in the classroom as Aizawa drones on about safety protocols and other hero related things, still, a pair of eyes subtly watching me.
I know who the eyes belong to, I know if I look they will act as if it never happened. So, I only keep myself aware of their gaze, making sure to keep my hands busy as if I'm distracted.
This boy is becoming a nuisance. Always watching me and scowling at me when our eyes meet. What the hell is his problem?
"Y/n, what is one way to help a citizen with a head injury?" I look up from my book and see everyone's eyes on me. "Well, for one you keep head movement very minimal, otherwise it could make the injury worse." Aizawa nods as he writes 'minimal movement' on the board. "Yes, good job Y/n, okay, what's another way?" He moves on from me and begins choosing someone else in the class. Everyone goes back to writing their notes but I'm still being watched by him. I sigh and quickly look him in his eyes. "Is there something you need, Todoroki?" For a a second he continues to meet my gaze but turns back to his work, ignoring my question completely.
I hate when he does that.
Soon, Aizawa finishes up the lesson and leaves the room as he gives us our lunch time. Half the class leaves the room, including my personal stalker and I only continue writing. Then, I feel a light tap on my shoulder, causing me to stiffen slightly and look up to see who it could be. "U-uh, Hi
Y/n, not gonna eat lunch?" I only shake my head, still writing in my notebook things I'm noticing about this class. It's my newest approach on getting information from the broccoli haired boy.
He personally keeps his own note books that he notes others quirks and how they work. I decided, if we have things in common the he may open up to me more, but, I purposely am writing about All Might now, hoping he'll try to correct me on somethings. "What are you writing?"
Got him.
"N-not that you have to tell me! It might be I diary, I dont want to pry into your business! That would be very rude and-"
"I just want to keep note of everyone's quirks, its interesting and could help in the long run with class... Wanna see?" He leans over, closing in some space between us, me being a bit more conscious of that at the moment. "I'm starting with some of the teachers and I realized I dont really know much about All Might to be doing him first... I know his quirk gives heightened strength, but I dont know the quirk name.."
"I-I remember him once saying it was One for All... i-in an interview! That's how I know..."
That's bull, I have watched all of his interviews and videos on him in my freetime. Not once has he ever said his quirk name, only that his quirk is 'made to help' the people or whatever.
"Really? I never noticed, thanks."
I move down to the section I labeled 'strengths' and 'weaknesses'. "Now this is where I get completely stuck, he's just so cool and strong, I dont think he could even have a weakness. All might is just the coolest, all of his fights, if we ever went up against the teachers as a practice, no one could win against that." I continue looking down at the paper as if I'm thinking, waiting for Midoriya to say something... but, he stays completely silent. I look up at him only to find a slightly strained looking boy, sadly lost in his own thoughts. "Midoriya? Are you okay?"
As if I had just slapped him, he jumped and looked at me, completely bewildered. "M-me? N-no, Im fine, nothing wrong here! Heheh... haa..." He scratches the back of his head laughing awkwardly. "Okay then..." I guess it's time to drop the topic.
I close my notebook and stand from my seat. If he won't tell me anything then I'll just leave, he will be of no use to me anymore. "W-where are you g-going?" I pause for a moment..
This could actually work to my advantage. I look up at him, visibly unhappy, my lips frowning. "You seem distracted so I'll just leave you to your thoughts." I brush past him and head to the hall way with him close on my tail. "Wait! I didnt try- I didnt mean to-!" I come to a abrupt stop causing him to almost bump into me and I quickly face him. "Of course you didnt mean to, but you just ignored me..." I sigh looking down at me shoes and linking my fingers behind my back. "After the other day, with my mother... I thought I found someone who cared... I guess I was wrong."I trail off, my eyes falling to my feet, quickly, I shake my head and meet his gaze. "Forget it, I'll see you later, I just want to be alone right now... sorry."
I turn and take a step to leave, surprisingly, Midoriya grabs my hand causing me to stop in place and look at him slightly confused. Even though I didn't show it. Then, he slowly let's go, a blush spreading across his sad face, he drops his outstretched hand to his side. "A-alright..." For a moment, his sad face so conflicted by my feelings, made me feel just a tinge of sadness. Though I ignored it, my mind already set on the plan I made up on the fly and I turn away from him, heading towards the school roof.
A/n
Its finally back! I put this on Haitus before because it was too much to work on both this and my other book at the same time. But for now this is the only thing I'm working on so enjoy, my writing has gotten better and I took a moment to cringe at my god awful writing on previous chapters. But anyway, I hope you enjoy the development with our baby Izuku, I'm still working on how to get Todoroki into the mix lol. Until next time, sayonara~♡
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ROGUE: Todoroki X Reader X Midoriya
FanfictionY/N is the daughter of a famous villian, Madam Mistress, her mother. She was raised with the purpose of following in her footsteps although sometimes she may mess up. Then consequences may be dire, which has been learned in her past. Now, her missio...
