Balance (Shoto Todoroki x OP! reader)

Chapter 8- First day Jitters

(Alright so big Timeskip here. It's to the First day)
H/l= Hair length
H/t= Hair texture

The alarm blares loudly, rudely interrupting your peaceful slumber. Groaning, you stumble out of bed and make your way to the closet, where you retrieve the neatly laid out school uniform you had prepared the night before. As you dress, thoughts about the upcoming school day flood your mind. "Finally, the first day of school. I need something to occupy my thoughts other than obsessing over whether Shoto likes me or not," you inwardly sigh.

Once dressed, you slip on your socks and shoes, tie your h/l h/t hair into a (hairstyle of your choosing) and go through your morning routine of brushing your teeth and applying light makeup. With your preparations complete, you decide to add a touch of excitement to your morning by sliding down the banister of the staircase, much to the surprise of your dad. "Y/n, are you sliding down the stairs?" he asks, a mixture of amusement and concern in his tone. Rolling your eyes playfully, you respond, "Yess," before stepping off the banister.

Inquiring about your mother's opinion on the matter, your dad crosses his arms and gestures toward the kitchen. "Don't slide down the rail or you'll break it, or worse, break one of your bones," he warns. Pointing you towards the kitchen, he adds, "So, don't do it, or you're going to break something. Now, go eat breakfast." "Yes, sir," you reply, making your way into the kitchen.

Entering the room, you find Josui already enjoying his cereal. "Well, look who finally shows up," he teases, his mouth full of food. Not one to back down, you retort, "Josui, shut your pothole." Taking a seat at the table, you begin eating the breakfast that had been set out for you. As you eat, your mind drifts, reflecting on the events of the past few months. "I met Shoto, we became friends. Went out to lunch together, and he even bought me a dress that I didn't really need. He acts cold whenever I unintentionally do something cute or blush. We've trained together extensively, gone out to lunch a few more times, and my brother won't stop teasing me about him. My brother thinks he likes me, but I'm not sure how to proceed," you think to yourself, finishing your breakfast quickly.

With your bag in hand, you make your way to the foyer, bidding your family farewell. "See you after school," you announce before stepping out of the front door. Embarking on the familiar path to school, you stroll through the neighborhood and into the bustling city.

"Are you done daydreaming, dumbass?" a voice interrogates, clearly irritated. Startled, you snap out of your daze and look over to see a determined-looking ash-blond standing by your side. "Who the hell are you?" you implore, slightly annoyed by the interruption. "Bakugo Katsuki. Now, are you going to keep walking or what?" Bakugo lets out, his words laced with harshness. Rolling your eyes, you reply with a hint of sarcasm, "Yes, in fact, I am going to walk. And it's Y/n, by the way."

"Whatever," Bakugo mumbles, as the two of you continue walking side by side on the busy sidewalk. Glancing over at him, you can't help but notice his striking features. 'He's a U.A. student too, huh? And he's kinda cute,' you think to yourself, feeling a strange sense of familiarity in his presence. Despite the mystery surrounding him, you decide to give it a shot at building a friendship. 'Regardless, whatever, right? I can at least try and be friends with this guy.'

"So, you're also in U.A.? What's your homeroom?" you inquire politely, trying to break the ice between the two of you. Bakugo looks over at you, clearly annoyed, and retorts, "What's it to you?" Undeterred, you reply casually, "Oh, nothing, just wondering." After a long pause, Bakugo finally responds, "Hero department, Class 1-A. You?"

A smile lights up your face as you exclaim, "Oh, me too! That's great!"

Bakugo's expression changes, shifting from a poker face to one of confusion. "Haven't I seen you on the news before?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him. You turn your head to face him and scratch the back of your head, trying to recall the encounters. "Oh yeah, probably. I mean, my parents are both pro heroes," you confess casually. Bakugo, seemingly skeptical, asks, "They are?"

You nod, beaming with pride. "Yeah, my mom is Cryogenic and my dad is Heaven Breaker," you reveal, hoping to validate your claim.

"So, you're wealthy and famous?" Bakugo questions, his tone filled with a hint of harshness.

You shrug nonchalantly, replying, "Yes, and the fortune is going to be split between me and my siblings... Oh, wait. Don't I know you from somewhere?" The thought nags at the back of your mind, attempting to piece together the fragments of a memory. Bakugo scoffs dismissively. "Tch," he says.

Perplexed by his reaction, you inquire further, "What?" Hoping for an explanation, you're met with a cryptic response. "Less money for you," Bakugo states, leaving you even more puzzled.

"Yeah, you could put it that way," you respond, contemplating the implications. "But it will be more than enough for me to get a nice penthouse in Tokyo or Kyoto," you add, hinting at your aspirations for the future.

"You want to live in the city?" Bakugo questions, his voice dripping with disdain, as we turn onto another street.

"Well, I'm drawn to the energy and opportunities the city offers. It's an exciting place to be," you reply, carefully avoiding revealing too much about your background.

"So what prefecture are you from?" you ask, attempting to keep the conversation going.

"None of your business," Bakugo retorts sharply, clearly uninterested in sharing personal information.

"Fair enough," you respond, sensing his hostility. "I suppose we all have our reasons for being here."

Bakugo grunts in response, his demeanor still guarded. The silence between you grows more pronounced, making the atmosphere feel increasingly tense.

"You want to live in the city?" Bakugo questions, his voice dripping with disdain, as we turn onto another street.

"Well, I'm drawn to the energy and opportunities the city offers. It's an exciting place to be," you reply, carefully avoiding revealing too much about your background.

Bakugo grunts in response, clearly uninterested in engaging further. The silence between you grows more pronounced, making the atmosphere feel increasingly tense.

"So, what brings you to this prefecture?" you ask, trying to find common ground.

Bakugo shoots you a brief, piercing glance before averting his eyes. "I've been living here for as long as I can remember," he mutters reluctantly.

"I see," you acknowledge, sensing his reluctance to share more. "Well, it's a unique place with its own charm."

"Yeah, whatever," Bakugo replies dismissively, his tone betraying a hint of indifference.

You decide to change the subject, hoping to find some common ground. "So, what are your aspirations as a hero?" you ask, genuinely curious about his ambitions.

Bakugo's expression shifts, his gaze turning intense. "To be the best," he states firmly, his voice laced with determination. "I won't settle for anything less."

Impressed by his unwavering resolve, you find a newfound respect for his drive and determination. Perhaps there's more to Bakugo than meets the eye, hidden beneath his abrasive exterior.

The conversation continues, albeit with a touch of tension. As you walk side by side, you can't help but wonder about the enigmatic nature of your connection. There's something about Bakugo that piques your curiosity, making you want to delve deeper into his complex personality.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy the rewrite. Let me know your thoughts in the comments love ya'll bye!