Different Than You Think (Todoroki Shoto x Fem!Reader)

10

First a quick rant :3

I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS WEBSITE RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO DESTROY EVERYTHING.

So let me explain! *Makes angry happy face out of anger and frustration*

I was just simply writing chapter 10, when I try to type something. Apparently, I wasn't pressing shift and was pressing control instead. I usually use the left shift key since that's what I'm used to. So, I finished WRITING THIS SHITTY CHAPTER AND END UP-

"Dude, stop screaming. It's too loud for 11 pm, bro."

AY! AUDREY SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT!

OKAY! AS I WAS SAYIN-

"Seriously, it's even worse than me when I scream. Shut up!"

NO! GO AWAY BITCH!

ALRIGHT, SO BACK TO IT!

I WAS FUCKING WRITING THE CHAPTER THAT WAS FOR ONCE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY, AND I FINALLY FINISH IT WITH A SAPPY ENDING! I WAS ABOUT TO WRITE MY A/N FOR THE END OF THAT CHAPTER WHEN MY FRIEND STARTS TEXTING ME!

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, right? Denki chiold, I'm talking to YOU! IT WAS YOUR FAULT (totally... That's classic Deku's Unbiological Father, blaming things on other people)

ANYWAYS! THIS IS THE WORST PART OF AN AUTHOR'S WORST NIGHMARE!

I CLICKED BACKSPACE AFTER ACCIDENTALLY HIGHLIGHTING EVERYTHING, MAKING EVERYTHING FUCKING DISAPPEAR! THE WORST PART IS THAT THIS WEBSITE DIDN'T LET ME UNDO ANY OF IT! SO I LOST MY TWO PAGES THAT WERE VERY IMPORTANT TO THIS WHOLE STORY! I WAS LITERALLY THE PAINT JUST ABOUT TO BE THROWN ACROSS THE CANVAS WITH ONLY AN OUTLINE! I WANT TO KILL MYSELF NOW! UGHHHHH...

Alright, I'll stop yelling now. I'd just like to let you people know that I will now be writing my stuff on google drive then uploading it here, like I should've done in the first place according to my mom. Good to tell you people that.

So, if it's night like it is for me right now, sleep well and I'll try to actually fucking upload tomorrow.

Okay I'll stop now...

HERE YA GO

Laying in the janky hospital bed located in Tokyo, Japan, (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes while wondering where she was.

All that she could see was, blurred in her vision, but quite obviously blood. The dark red stains on the sheets reminded her of so much that had gone wrong with her life.

Shigaraki always had abused her at such a young age. Her parents almost died, along with her, when she first started using her quirk. Worst of all, that 'Nomu' was NOT a normal being with a quirk. Not just any quirk, it almost seemed like there was a quirk mutation, the parents of that thing giving it more than two quirks. It had destroyed her body, almost killed Eraserhead, and worst of all, something she didn't know yet, frightened one of her closest friends.

Not like it seemed to matter with I.V.'s sticking into her skin throughout her body, letting her suffer when looking at the needle leading from the inside of her arms to the outside, blood drops clearly visible.

She was stuck there, thinking about how much of a bitch Shigaraki is and the few things that she could remember from the day prior.

It mostly was a blur, someone picking her up and bringing her to the entrance of the USJ gently. It was kind of an interesting experience involving no face and no specific outfit design. If she couldn't remember, it was the least she could worry about at the moment, still thinking about how the other two things might've made things worse.

There was obviously the life-threatening slamming against the wall and bleeding mentally and physically. She felt weak for once in this moment, like all hope was lost. This thing's strength was supernatural. No way that was made from just a mother and a father. There had to be another aspect to it, even if it didn't have parents.

A nurse walked into the room, realizing that she was finally awake. "Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

No. She needed nothing but personal space. The thing she was most-likely to do was just tell her to screw herself and leave her alone. It didn't matter, no matter what she wanted her to do, because after a traumatizing experience the previous day, being mute was her best option. In fact, she thought that without her speaking, nobody would end up getting in fights because she just wouldn't talk to the people she was close to. Not even sign language. A single word and it seemed that their friendship was going to sink. (Heh! Get it? Friend-ship? Sink? No? Okay, I'll just be quiet now...) About that traumatizing experience...

The worst was just remembering Eraserhead get beat to pulp right in front of her eyes. His torn body just limply getting thrown around like he was some type of sports ball. A mix between soccer and basketball as he was being kicked around and thrown into the air at the same time. Nobody needed to witness their homeroom teacher getting killed by something stronger than himself.

It made her eyes sting with tears as they poured down her face, seeping into the openings of her wounds, making them hurt even worse.

The worst part was that someone couldn't even watch her in pain, even if he was mad at her. He had to help. She was just sitting there and dying, nobody even caring, it seemed.

He cringed at the sight of her crying, fearing himself crying from seeing her in pain. Mental and physical. He was the one helping her to the entrance. He was the person who ran up to her while she was in pain to help, even if they were friends. If he didn't like her as a person, he most-likely wouldn't have made the move to rescue them, in fact, since it would be risking his life for someone that might not have deserved his sacrifice. As it seems, it was worth it to him.

Who is this him you may ask?

Well, it was none other than the lovable and sweet, living candy cane,

Todoroki Shoto.

"I'll do anything to make you smile, I just never want to see you cry."