Bnha Request Book

Todoroki x F!Reader

Warning this one is pretty sad, it's just a little idea I had.

So now you all know the book to come isn't Todoroki!!

Enjoy~

Todoroki's POV

My mother hummed gently a song she used to put me to sleep, making dinner. Her breath was soft, like a whisper.

"I know, I know, that tonight you belong to somebody new. But tonight you belong to me." She heard a large thump and hurried to the other room, watching me heaving on my hands and knees, my father looming over me.

"Get up Shoto."

"He's only 5!" She exclaimed suddenly and my father turned his attention to her.

"Exactly he needs to work harder! This has nothing to do with you!"

There was a hard slap and tears spilled down my cheeks, daunting shadows dancing across the walls. My knees were bruised and scraped, my lungs heaving and my body shuddering. My father stormed off and my mother cowered on her knees like I across the room. My mother shakily stood and left me there. I stood after her and followed her.

"Mom?"

The kettle whistled.

My eyes opened and I sat up carefully, feeling a gentle sweat roll down the side of my face, across my scar. I wiped it away and let all the air out of my lungs, getting dressed up for the day.

I arrived early to an empty classroom, knowing fully well my dreams wouldn't have allowed for more sleep. I sat down staring at the board, a bored expression on my face. Stumbling footsteps slapped against the tile and a girl almost fell into the classroom.

(Y/n).

Papers were pinned against her chest and were either being crushed or flew across the room. Her hair was in a mess and hung all in her face, her uniform askew. She set down whatever was kept in her hands and scrambled to pick them up and I now noticed she had mismatched the buttons on her face and was missing her tie.

"I'm so sorry Aizawa sensei I woke up late and—" (y/n) glanced up to see the classroom was void of anyone but me and her face went crimson.

"Are you Alright?" I asked.

"What time is it?"

"45 minutes to the bell."

"What?! My clock was an hour late?!" She grumbled and I stood, walking over to her side. I picked up a few papers and stacked them for her, placing them in her backpack.

(Y/n) was clumsy and awkward and just about the epitome of a hot mess. She however was kind and sweet and an amazing hero, hence why she landed such a prestigious space in class 1-A.

"Hah thanks," she said, running a hand through her hair.

"Your buttons."

"Oh thank you," she said, turning to undo a few and redo them so they were aligned. I noticed a wrinkled tie shoved in her back and I pulled it out, running it between my warm fingers to iron it. "Stupid daylight savings" she muttered and glanced over at the red tie held out in my hand. "Thanks again."

"No problem."

"Why are you so early then?" She asked, wrapping it around her neck and tying it with ease.

"I could not sleep."

"Mm bad dream or something?" She pressed, picking up her bag and placing it on her desk in front of mine.