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I only slowed my running when I was sure that I had lost Uraraka, but I wasn't even sure if she followed me in the first place. Panting a little, I completely slowed to a casual walk and put my hands on my head to help regulate my breathing. Glancing around, I confirmed that I wasn't being followed by Uraraka anymore, if I was even followed at all. I also noticed that I had no idea where I was. With nothing else to do, I decided to wander aimlessly until I recognized my surroundings. Turns out, this wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I had been walking for about half an hour, but I still didn't know where I was. I didn't really want to ask anyone for help, but it seems like I had little to no choice now. I could wait a little longer though.
Turning down a street, I was immediately bombarded with a mouth-watering savory scent. I didn't dare open my mouth in fear of drooling. I could barely hear my stomach rumbling over the noise of so many people, but it was there none the less. I completely forgot how hungry I was, since I only ate some mochi today. That cemented my will. I had to go ask someone for directions so I could eat my instant ramen I bought—wait. Where did my ramen go? The plastic bag I had before was gone. I...I left it with Uraraka, didn't I? I involuntarily sighed in disappointment.
"Are you alright?"
I whipped around at the voice that came from behind me, my eyes being assaulted by bright red and white hair. "Todoroki-san? What are you doing here?" Wordlessly, he pointed to a restaurant behind me, which was probably the place that smelled so heavenly. "Oh... I see."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Oh! Right. Sorry..." I answered dumbly. "Yes, I'm fine. I only realized just now that I left my groceries with Uraraka. There goes dinner..." I grumbled that last part out quietly, more as a remark to myself.
"I see..." The two of us stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not really sure what to do. Well, at least I felt awkward; I wasn't sure about Todoroki. "Do you want to eat with me?"
"Oh, I uh..." I wasn't really expecting him to offer that. "Sure, I guess."
Without another word exchanged between us, we headed off into the restaurant. It was quaint and felt friendly, filled with soft, muted colors. We were quickly seated at a small table and handed our menus. There were still no words said between us. We only spoke when we ordered our food: cold soba for Todoroki, and udon for me. Still no conversation between us. The atmosphere was teetering on the line between comfortable and awkward silence. I couldn't really tell at this point. Although, it slowly but surely got ever so slightly more bearable, since it seemed that this was just how Todoroki is. Quiet. Only speaking when necessary. When our food came, we both said a simple 'thank you' and nothing more. It was when we started eating that I got to see a different side of Todoroki.
His eyes were sparkling as he looked at his food, his movements a little more hasty than usual as he broke apart his chopsticks. He wasted no time digging into his food. I decided I shouldn't wait any longer either. Breaking apart my own chopsticks, I went for the noodles first. Slurping a couple into my mouth, I first tasted the broth. It was warm and savory and made you melt from the inside out. It was a comforting taste, reminiscent of being cared for when sick. Then the noodles. They were thick and soft, the texture melding with the taste perfectly. It didn't take long for me to take a second mouthful. Briefly glancing up at Todoroki, I could barely see the faintest of smiles adorn his face as he slurped up his own cold noodles. It was nice. I was content. Dare I say, happy for once, after so long. Todoroki finished before I did, so I did my best to hurry and finish too. Quickly slurping up the rest of my noodles and broth, I pulled out my wallet to pay for my part of the meal.
"I already paid," Todoroki blandly stated.
"Oh... but... okay," I stammered for a bit before putting my wallet back. 'Too late to do anything now... plus I don't mind free food.'
Since it was obvious that neither of us were going to start a conversation, I stood up from my seat, Todoroki copying me. Silent, we both waltzed out of the restaurant and just kind of stood there, doing nothing. I needed to get back home.
"Ne, Todoroki-san, do you know where the nearest train station is?" I looked over to him and watched him nod his head.
"It's this way," he turned and started walking away from me.
Assuming he was leading me to the station, I followed a couple steps behind him since it was a little too crowded to be next to him. After a few minutes, the crowd thinned out, so I was able to walk side-by-side with him, but we still didn't say anything to each other. He's a quiet boy, and I didn't really have anything to say, so we continued on in silence until we reached the local station.
"Well, this is me," I turned to Todoroki, "thanks for leading me here, and for the food."
"It was nothing."
"Well, I'll see you around," I turned and walked inside, quickly boarding the train back home.
A/N: Once again, as of August 10, 2019, a lot has changed. Well, I think that I've changed a lot. So if you've read ANY of this fic before August 10, 2019, please make sure you go back and reread things. Most of it has to do with the reader's quirk being more flushed out, along with some other important changes, like in the Aizawa special. Okay so I'm back with the long overdue special! And a spacing change! If I remember, I'm going to make all the chapters 1.5 spacing instead of 1.0 spacing from now on, simply because it's easier for me to read it like this. Also, sorry it wasn't all that exciting. Todoroki is just a quiet awkward boi. Thank you all once again, and it's good to be back! Thank you for sticking with me, and I hope you've enjoyed.
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~Threbony
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