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seven days late {pt 1} | todoroki

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, drinking((characters are 22 y/o btw))

word count: 2,197

A/N: so i was in a bit of an angsty mood, and i attempted a piece, so lets see if its actual angst. also my inbox is open for requests :D

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Things were wonderful, or so you thought.

Most days all you did was smile, laugh, and be loved. Shouto had been the love of your life for so long, he had been there in every up and down, and even encouraging your choice of aiming to be the number one hero while competing with your former classmates, himself included.

He had loved you through every fight, every battle, every trip to the hospital, and even the one time his life seemed to fall apart before his eyes. So what you couldn't understand was why he suddenly disappeared from your shared apartment. Why he was avoiding your calls, texts, and even the email you sent to his hero agency.

It had been a week and you've heard nothing regarding him besides on the news when he had done something prominent as a Pro-Hero. You hadn't had the opportunity to actually go out scouring for him, being busy with hero duties yourself, but you knew he was probably either over at Midoriya's or Sero's apartment. Furthermore, you knew that if he was this insistent on avoiding you, it would be something you should wait out.

Nevertheless, you continued sitting by the kitchen table refusing to go find him because you knew Shouto, and you knew he'd come back.

But it was killing you.

Your heart ached. Tears building up in your eyes as you tried to remember the last day he was here, trying to desperately recount if you had done something, anything, wrong.

There was a small part of you, however, the part that was screaming at you to wake up and realize that you were going to be getting dumped soon. To realize that you should just start preparing yourself so that when it came you wouldn't bawl in front of him, but simply nod and be done with it. But that wasn't happening today.

You picked up your phone for the tenth time today, the 170th time this week, and called Shouto.

Riiing. Riiing. Ri– This is Todoroki, sorry I couldn't pick up, try again later. The voicemail looped through your mind, swimming around in your brain as a few lone tears broke away. You sniffled a bit while the now-familiar beep to signal the start of your own message for him sounded, and you wiped away the lone tears.

"H-Hey Shouto, uh, it's me again, y/n. I just wanted to call one last time because I'm just worried..." You let out a shaky breath and your voice cracked, "W-Why won't you j-just pick up? Where are you..."

You hung up the call and threw down the phone, another call sent to voicemail, another text left on read and it was just becoming this depressing cycle. By all that was right in this universe, you were exhausted.

Standing up, you went over to the fridge and pulled out a glass of wine you and Shouto were saving for your third anniversary, which was two days ago. Pulling off the cork, you wasted no time in chugging down as much of the bitter liquid as you could until it burned to breathe. Gasping, you tore the bottle from your lips, turning off your cell phone you slumped onto the kitchen chairs and drank another long, slow chug.

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"Do you want to move in with me?" You asked suddenly, looking over at Shouto who had been in the middle of ranting about how much his father annoyed him.