DISCONTINUED If Only Memories Could Be Erased(A Shoto Todoroki X Oc Fanfic)

Ch34: Finally Confessed

Tamaki's pov

"No" I protested.
"We're telling Mr Aizawa" Shoto protested.
"I said no. It's not a big deal" I objected.
"It is a big deal. Now come on" he countered, pushing me out of my dorm room. I gave fighting at that point. I had neither the energy or the strength to fight back against Shoto. We went down the stairs where some of the other students were. I saw dad talking with.... I believe his name is Midoriya. Shoto linked our hands and slowly brought me over to him. He saw us and dismissed the green haired teen before turning to us.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I don't wanna do this" I mumbled to Shoto, head dipped down with my hair framing my face.
"Come with me" Dad said, leading both of us out of the main room and into a hidden side room.
"What's going on?" he asked once we were alone. Shoto nudged me, prompting me to speak. I gulped.
"I-I've been getting messages from a guy" I explained. He raised an eyebrow. I handed him my phone which hadn't had a password put back on it since the first incident. He looked at my phone, reading through it, eyebrows furrowed together.
"Have you been getting death threats?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Well that debunks my theory" he muttered, putting one hand up to his mouth.
"Theory about what?" I asked.
"I thought it might have been your Uncle but now that I properly look at these, I can tell that these weren't written by him. The language is too different" he explained.
"Why would it be my uncle. I barely even remember him" I pointed out.
"He used to send texts similar to these ones to your mother. I received death threats until I blocked him" he explained.
"Oh" I mumbled, looking down.
"Anything else?" he asked. "Some guy broke into her dorm room a week ago" Shoto stated. Dad looked at me with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"It isn't a big deal. I didn't want to bother you with something so small. Plus I thought you'd be mad" I explained, fiddling with my sleeves, occasionally scratching at my arms. They always got itchy when I was nervous. Guess that wasn't helped by the cuts either.
"Tamaki. I would never be mad. This is serious. You should have told me right away. Is there any other time someone did this?" he asked.
"When I was in the hospital, a guy was touching me and he said he'd see me soon. That's when the texts started" I explained. He nodded, handing me back my phone.
"I'll see if I can find anything on this. Just don't respond to those texts" he told me, patting my head before leaving the two of us alone.
"See that wasn't so bad" he assured. I didn't say anything, just scratched at my arm. Shoto gently took hold of my wrist and lifted my hand from my other arm.
"Tamaki. It's alright. You don't need to do that now" he explained.
"Sorry. I scratch or fiddle when I'm nervous" I muttered. Shoto pulled me into a hug. I buried my face in his shoulder, taking in the warmth from it. It was very comforting.
"I promise that I won't let anything happen to you" he promised. I was unsure about that promise but didn't say anything, just stayed in the hug.