Mine~ Tododeku

~Chapter 3~

Izuku POV

    I wake up in Todoroki's room, in the dark. I look at Shoto's alarm clock. Two minutes before the alarm. Perfect. I scramble underneath the covers, trying to be warm before the alarm. I stare at the walls, wondering how Shoto did all that in a day. I only asked him once, and that was before we started dating. "Hard work", was all he said. Bullcrap. I think to myself. How in the world could he have done that without help? I never could have done that in the first place. And how was he allowed to do that? These dorms aren't permanent. He has to fix it in the end, doesn't he? Well, when he does, I'll hel--

BEEP BEEP

    Shoto jolts upward and reaches over me to turn it off. "Jeez, 6 AM already??", he says, yawning. "Good morning, Todoroki~kun!", I say sweetly, not realizing the tone I spoke in, but thankfully he didn't either. "Oh, Midoriya. Sorry, forgot you were here... Umm... Do you have a change of--- No, of course, you don't... Here, I think I have a uniform that's too small for me...", he says, getting up to go to his closet. He searches for a moment before coming back.

He throws a pair of clothes at me, and I catch them, only messing up a little. (Sure, Deku, keep telling yourself that)

I say goodbye to Todoroki, and go to my own dorm to change. I search around my room for a moment, before coming across a long lost knife. "I thought I threw this away...", I whisper to myself, all the painful memories coming back. Luckily I had broken my arms enough times to cover the scars. I run my hand down my arm, feeling the new and old scars. Since I have a photographic memory, I remember the pain clearly. I clench my hand shut, somehow forgetting I have a knife in my hand. "Shit!!", I yell out, cutting my hand deep with the knife. Fuck, how was I so stupid? I run to my closet, trying to find the shirt I always used to clean up my cuts. I finally found it, and rushed to the bathroom in the hallway. Bakugou was in there, but I didn' care at the moment. I shove past him, stumbling to the sink. I run my hand underneath the water, washing out any germs that may have gotten in there. I mumble to myself the steps I have to take to clean up. "What the fuck, nerd!? Why is your hand cut!?", Bakugou yells at me, and, quite frankly, I'm not in the mood for this. "Because, Kacchan, I was holding a knife, and accidentally cut myself. Now, let me clean up before I 'accidentally' cut your  hand.", I retort. He stares at me, shocked, before recovering and yelling at me, like usual. "WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU'RE AIMING TO BE A HERO, NOT A VILLAIN!!!", he spits out.

"That's a bit hypocritical, huh, Kacchan? You're always making death threats, yet when I mention a simple cut...", I simply state. He stares at me, once again. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?", he started to yell once more. "K-Kacchan. You yell t-too much, p-please leave so I can t-tend to m-my cut...", I say, as my bleeding increases from stress. My vision starts to go blurry, and I quickly grab the shirt I had and wrapped it around my palm. I start to apply pressure to it, to slow the bleeding. Kacchan leaves, grumbling angrily to himself. I sigh out of relief, yet I had a strange feeling it wasn't over yet. I was correct. Ten minutes later, I hear yelling and stomps. I sigh once again. 'Really, Kacchan? You brought teachers into this?', I think to myself. Sure enough, a certain homeroom teacher bursts through the bathroom door, making me jump a little. "Ah! A-Aizawa sensei! Heh... H-hi?", I stutter out. 

    "Midoriya, what the hell?", He sighs, "Go to recovery girl. She can help with the cut. Dammit, Bakugou made it seem worse than it was...", Aizawa mumbles out the last part.