Transfer {MHA}

Preparation: Issues Before

"I'm Gonna Do My Best!" Uraraka pumped her fist in the air.

"Alright sis, you good?" I scratched the back of my head.

I felt a cold hand on my back. "I'd like to talk to you outside." I watched Todoroki leave the classroom.

I turned and started gathering my things.

Izuku rested his hand on my shoulder. "Hey doll, want to go get some lunch with Uraraka, Iida, and I?"

"I'm actually gonna take a little walk outside, I'll see you later Izu." I quickly ducked out of the room and into the hall. I headed outside to the small garden.

Todoroki was standing by the water fountain with his back to me.

"Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?" I smiled lightly.

His eyes met mine. "Take off your jacket and unbutton the cuffs on your shirt."

I gave him a confused look, pulling off my jacket as I got closer to him. "I don't understand, am I being threatened or is this your way of flirting?"

"Neither actually." Todoroki softly took my left hand and unbuttoned the cuff on it. "Sorry, I'm not good with words."

"Hey, wait. Why are you..."

He rolled my sleeve up, revealing the burns on my arm. "I thought that's what I'd seen back at USJ, who's doing this to you?"

I pulled away, fighting back tears. "You first, did your mom actually do that to you?"

Todoroki nodded slowly before taking ahold of my hand again. "These burns look like cigarettes were put out on your arm, they're recent."

I grabbed ahold of his hand, tears running down my cheeks as I spoke. "Please don't tell anyone else about them. It's my mom and half-brother, mom's gone down hill recently. Finding out about the affair, she says that all she sees when she looks at me is my father. I started smoking to try and relax but every time she finds cigarettes in my room she lights them and then has Liam put them out on me."

"You need help." He looked at me in the most understanding way and handed me a piece of paper. "You won't talk with a teacher or someone like that but you can at least talk with me."

"Todoroki I..." I unfolded the paper, there were 3 numbers listed along with an address.

"After I told my sister what I thought was happening she insisted that I give you this. The first number is my cellphone, middle is my sister's, and the last one is my home phone. As for the address, it's mine as well. My sister is always so interested in meeting the people I tell her about and will probably invite you to dinner or something, sorry." He straightened himself and then fixed my sleeve.

I burst into tears, it hurt so much that all I could do was clinch my fists and cry.

"I'm sorry that I made you cry, that wasn't my intention." He moved my hair out of my face. "Sorry."