TodoDeku (discontinued)

Chapter 3

Deku's POV

I followed Todoroki outside of the classroom, fear flowing through my body. He stopped and turned around. "Deku. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Our group, yes, does beat people up. But. The only reason we do is because they insult me."

I was confused. "What do they say?" I asked. "Well, my past is screwed up." He started. I noticed his scar. It covered his eye and went up his head. "I know you have been staring at my scar. You want to know how I got it? Then, maybe you will understand why I do what I do." He continued.

"Okay then." I replied. He explained to me how his mother was tortured by his father, and how she couldn't bare to look at him and poured boiling water over his face. I was shocked.

"So do people make fun of your scar?" I asked. "Yeah. Most of the time. But I have learnt to beat them up. I probably do that because of my upbringing. I can't stop myself from doing it." Todoroki explained. He looked so hurt. I felt bad for him. Sympathy engulfed me.

"But don't they learn?" I questioned him. "Well normally it's new people who don't know me. That's why I wanted to talk to you before you said something. I mean, you don't look like you would, but just incase." He said. "But why would you tell me?" I was very confused. "Well, you look like your a nice guy. And I hoped we could be friends. I don't enjoy beating people up, you know. I do it out of anger."

"I can be friends with you. But I don't know what the others would say." I said. "Just don't mention it to them yet. We can secretly hang out. Speaking of that, you wanna go to a café?" He asked. I was taken aback. "Sure! Today? " I replied quickly, "we can get to know each other."

"Yeah! That would be good. Can I have your phone number so I can keep in touch with you?" He smiled. Smooth. I gave him my number and then we both made our way back into the classroom.

I was so excited. It turns out he's not so bad. I might actually have a chance at getting together with him. And, I already have his number. I smiled with triumph as I made my way back over to my group of friends. My first day was going better than I'd expected.

To be continued...