Todoroki x Reader Lemon!

Suspicion

(Y/n) POV

He. Is. Sitting. Right. Next. To. ME!!! Your mind screams at you. You feel your face turning red as you reach for your food. You slowly start to eat when Momo drops her chop sticks on the ground.

"Oops. My bad. I'll be right back." Momo winks at you and goes inside to get another pair of sticks. You sit awkwardly next to Todoroki.

Damn it Momo! She left me here with him! She knows damn well as soon as he starts conversation I will be a stuttering mess.

"(Y/n)?" You jump a little at Todoroki's sudden intrusion into your thoughts.

"Y-yes?" You stumble out.

"Do you like me?" He asks suddenly.

"E-e-excuse m-me?" You were shocked by his sudden question.

"I mean as a friend or someone you wouldn't mind being around." Turning a little pink realizing what his words may have sounded like. "You have been avoiding me all day. You turn red every time I'm near. So, do I embarrass you or something?"

You were stunned to hear him think that way. "No! That's not it at all. I just don't know you all that well. Classes only started a week ago." You respond without hesitation.

"Okay." He said looking a little happier. "Then why do you act like that?"

"Erm-. Uh-. Well you see-."

"Hi guys I'm back! Sorry I took so long the line was a little long." Momo calls out cheerfully. Your heart rate slows down, glad to see a way to escape. For the rest of lunch those two talked on and on about useless stuff. Meanwhile you where busy on coming up with ways to escape...Maybe if i bash my head on the table hard enough I'll pass out. Eventually the bell rang and lunch was over.

Time skip brought to by my laziness

Walking back to class you stare at Todoroki's back as he talks to Momo. They get along real well. We get back to class and Bakugo is on Deku's case again. You roll your eyes and take a seat.

"Sit down everyone! Mr. Aizawa is coming to class!" Iida yells.

"You're the only one standing up." You tell him. He turns red and everyone laughs. He takes a seat then Aizawa starts class.

Time skip brought to you by my love of fanfics

You walk home with a sudden sense of dread. You walk up the steps of your front porch and for the first time you see your dad beating your mom. You start to back out, but with your mom now knocked unconscious on the floor he advances to you. He grabs your wrist and slams the door shut he then starts to beat you to a pulp. Your mom wakes up to see you sobbing and begging her to help. She clearly does not want to get involved. So, she lays there and watches him beat you until you bleed.

"Go get in the shower bitch and clean yourself up." He shouts at you. You cringe away from his words. "If you tell anyone about this I will beat your mother up again. You don't want that do you?" You shake your head and scamper up the steps like a mouse escaping with it's life.

That is actually a good analogy to what it felt like to you.

You jump in the shower and heat up the water. As you stand there being rained upon, your tears and blood mix with warm, clean water. You shiver not because you are cold but in fear.

You step out of the shower all cleaned up. You look in the mirror above the sink. The girl you see is not you. You are a girl with a sweet smooth face and a (s/c) little body. The girl you saw was covered in bruises. You had a black eye along with a split lip. The girl's body was covered in black and blue along with the beginnings of scabs. You stare, you blink and she copies your movements. When you raise your arm, hers follows. You look away not able to look at the beat up creature in the mirror. You slide on your clothes and head to your room. You don't want to go to school tomorrow because you don't want your classmates to see your face and other exposed parts of your body that got beat up. However, at the same time you don't want to see him tomorrow if he was going to stay home from work. You walk over to the mini-fridge/freezer in your room. And grab a couple of (f/c) ice bags to put on the parts of you that would be exposed with your uniform on.

You wake up the next morning feeling terrible. You are sore and stiff all over. You slide on uniform, careful over your bruises. You didn't bother grabbing breakfast. You run for the door. It hurt to run.

You get outside and start your long walk to school.