Mending What Broke: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Heavy Mood

"Thanks again Recovery Girl," I bowed, walking out of the small room. The small woman nodding in acknowledgment. Making my way to class, I looked at my arm, the sleeve of my school shirt rolled up to my elbow and my jacket tied around my waist.

Looking at my arm, I frowned slightly seeing the new scars left on my arm. The cuts almost wrapping around like a constrictor.

  The woman raised her whip, the crackle of it hitting my ears, along with a stinging pain around my right arm, causing me to stumble to a stop.

Glancing to my arm, I hissed in distress at the dark, glass-like edges buried themselves in my skin. I gripped my right arm tightly, ignoring the pain as my arm ignited in flames once more, the spark crawling its way up the whip before catching the woman's cloaths on fire slightly. Her form trembling slightly out of fear and pain.

Ripping the whip from around my arm, blood drizzled down from the several open wounds, the pain irritating the raw, freshly cut flesh. Pushing down my thoughts, I made a run for the last four all standing frozen in fear.  

The pain of that was harsh and stung badly, but I don't think anything could add up to the scar on my back. The thought of that day made my frown deepen, more memories flooding my mind as I came to a stop in the middle of the empty halls.

"We have to get out of here!"

They were always there.

"And how are we supposed to do that?!"

They gave me a warm smile...every morning.

"We can't just do nothing!"

They could have gotten out...but I weighed them down.

"Ugh! We could have gotten out of here and back at home if she hadn't run off like that!"

I caused this.

"Oh, you're gonna do this now?! Right now?!"

I was in the way.

"You're damn right I am! We wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for her!"

The reason they spiraled into the whole crime gig in the first place.

"We didn't have a choice!"

If Mom had gone through with it...

"WE DID HANAE! We...we did,"

I wouldn't be here...

"You know I couldn't..."

And they would be happy.

"Y/n-chan? Are you alright?" Snapping out of my small trance I had met the hazel hues of Ochako. Her pink cheeks not at their usually smiling high they were always in.

"Um, Yeah I'm fine, just...thinking about what I could have done differently to stop this," I raised my right arm up for her to look at, gesturing to the many scars that littered the s/c skin, " from happening, ya know?" I lied, a small smile replacing the frown with every word I threw at her.

"Oh, well if it is any help, I think you did great! I know I wasn't there to see it, but seeing as you made it out alive with only a couple scars is a great achievement!" I smiled at her attempt to cheer me up, as the two of us began to walk to class together.

"Thanks, Ochako, I'll keep that in mind next time I'm in a tough fight," Opening the door to the classroom, Ochako and I split ways, our figures retreating to our assigned seats.

Walking down the closet aisle my desk was down, my eye caught a certain peppermint haired boy, who was sitting silently at his desk. The image of him reminded me of the bag Grandma had given me. stopping short of our desks, I hopped an aisle over, fishing through my f/c backpack, trying to find the sweets.

"Um, here Todoroki-san," I mumble slightly, catching the dueled eyed boy's attention. "My grandma and I made this- er when I find it that is," Grumbling I plopped my bag on the seat in front of Todoroki's desk, my arm reaching for the very bottom, the tips of my fingers brushing up a familiar cloth. "There it is!"

Pulling out the red and white colored bento, I placed the box on his desk. A thin string of twine wrapped around it, holding a set of plastic chopsticks in place. His name written on the side in my best handwriting I could muster at the time.

"It's just a couple of wagashis. Sorry if they look a little girly. The only boy in my home is six and I didn't take you as the kind of guy who would watch 'Let's Go! Apanman'." I gave off a small nervose giggle,'It's a thank you for bringing me a new gym outfit," I spoke, watching as Todoroki slowly placed the box in his bag.

His action caused a small sting in my chest, the small insecurity that didn't like the sweet containing my mind.

"Thanks," He spoke, the lack of emotion in his voice rather evident. Grabbing my bag hesitantly, I gave a sad smile, not knowing what else to do.

"Yeah, no problem," Walking to my desk, I dropped my bag lazily next to my seat, before plopping down next to it. 

sighing slightly, I put my arms on the desk resting my chin on them, doing nothing but watching the door for the one person I felt most comfortable around in the class.

A good ten minutes passed, with fellow classmates entering and taking their seats before the girl I wanted to come through the door finally did.

Seeing her familiar brown locks, caused my head to perk up, the small rush of excitement took over my actions for a split second before dissipating.

The usually happy look was wiped clean from her face and replaced with a stoic expression. When her eyes made contact with mine, it wasn't hard to tell something was off. The usual spark in her blue hues had died down slightly as if you placed your finger on a flashlight.

"Hey," She spoke as she walked passed me on her journey t her desk. Her voice as normal as ever, a noticeable action of trying to have me disregard her whole demeanor.

"Did something happen?" I questioned, making my way to her desk, crouching down, and placing my hands on her desk's edge to steady myself.

"You know that guy I met?" She said, getting to the point.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, he never showed up. I sat there for a good two hours, and I didn't even get a single text explaining anything," She dropped in her seat with an audible thud before continuing, "But you know it's whatever,"

Before I could retaliate, the door to the class opened, Aizawa's bandaged form catching my attention immediately.