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seven days late {pt 2} | todoroki

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, semi anti-Endeavor content

word count: 5,716 (it's long yall, sorry)

A/N: ooookay! thank you for every like, reblog, and request after part one was posted! I wasn't actually expecting to write a part two... but without further adieu:

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Seven Days Earlier

Shouto couldn't sleep, he had been trying for hours, but he just couldn't seem to keep his eyes closed. Instead, Shouto found his eyes staring at your sleeping form. Drool was appearing out of your mouth, and you sniffled way too much for someone asleep. But still, he smiled, you were beautiful.

He placed a hand on your cheek and almost laughed as you responded to his touch, even though you were asleep.

Shouto pushed back a lock of hair delicately and froze.

Oh.

He was in in love with you.

Shouto has been in love with you for ages now, since the second year of high school, but this feeling right now. This unadulterated form of love that spread through him as he watched your sleeping form scared him shitless. He bolted up, his heart racing.

He knew that marriage was the next step in your guys' relationship and that you had discussed being married, but the theoretical was so different from the realistic. No matter how much y/n had changed the way he observed love when it came to marriage the way it transpired between Endeavor and his mother was the only love within marriage he understood.

He knew that his parents were a special circumstance, one of the rare many, but still, he was scared that one day the two of you would parallel his parents. So he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his face, Shouto stared up into his reflection and studied at his face. At this moment it haunted him.

He could see the terror and the abuse his father created on his left side, and the horror and depression of his mother on the right. Shouto needed to get out. Immediately.

Pausing, he cursed under his breath, today was his day off as it was yours too. Today's plans consisted of a lunch date, followed by a dinner party with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Still, he needed out, he needed to think.

Carefully going back into the room, Shouto grabbed his costume that hung on the door and returned to put it on. Finishing up, he went to the bed and sat down, turning on the lamp on the bedside to help him put on the final touches of his uniform, typically you never wake up to his lamp.

Today, he wasn't so fortunate.

"Good morning, Shoucchan." He heard you whisper, your voice groggy, and he stilled not having anticipated seeing you awake. Still, Shouto had been raised to be respectful, and with the love of his life speaking to him he managed a response.

"Morning."

Shouto could hardly focused as you asked about why he was in costume, and he lied effortlessly. You then reminded him of the dinner party, and he mentally cursed. Why were his friends and significant other so social? But he nodded at the reminder turning to face you one more time.

As he looked at your tired figure squinting at him, leaning onto your arm for support, he smiled but the worries of his lies made it hard to smile at the one he loved. Your eyes glistened the way they did when you locked eyes, and Shouto caved. Grasping your free hand gently in his own, he raised it to his lips and kissed it softly.