Hopeless - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

3. Lunch with the boss

When you arrived at work the next day, you entered the building with a sigh of relief and instantly felt guilty. 

Last evening started poorly when you got home and ended worse. You were annoyed that Hitomu didn't ask about your day, even if he did forget that you were starting someplace new. He didn't ask you anything actually. He went on an hour long rant about a new protocol his agency is implementing, something he has been complaining about since it was suggested a month ago, and then wondered out loud how long it would take to make his favorite dish while eyeing you expectantly. 

To your credit, you only cursed him out in your head, well, at first. After dinner was made, he ate at top speed, almost finishing before you even sat down. When you began to try and tell him about your day, he just got up, eyes glued to his phone, and went to the bathroom. Again, you let it go, nature calls and all that. But, when he came back out with his shoes and coat on and reached for his keys, you lost it.

"Where are you headed?" You had asked rather calmly. Your boyfriend looked at you with an expression of superiority that he has been using lately.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know I needed your permission to leave the house," he said lazily, and you twitched with anger. The fight that ensued after this wasn't the worst one you two had ever had, but it was enough to keep your blood pressure up well into the night. As with all of your arguments, it ended with you feeling horribly guilty for making him feel bad about being inattentive, unappreciative, uncaring, and selfish - all things you assured him he wasn't.

After a few hours of lying next to him while he snored though, you began to hate yourself for giving in again, just like you always did. You knew your unwillingness to demand change was part of the problem, but you didn't know what to do about it. Confronting Hito about it had never worked before. Instead, you left for work early to take refuge in a new place that wasn't filled with irritating reminders of your lack of spine.

Maybe I can work extra hours. I'm not salaried though... Maybe they will approve overtime?

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't notice the red and white haired male walking down the the darkened hall towards you as you headed to your desk.

"Good Morning, (Y/N)." You jumped in surprise, nearly spilling your coffee.

"G-good Morning, Shoto!" You breathed out once you calmed yourself. Shoto chuckled lightly and, had you been one of his fangirls, you would have swooned. Lucky for you, you managed to get by with only a small blush and some not so innocent thoughts.

"What brings you here this early? I wasn't expecting anyone for at least two more hours," he said looking at his watch. You looked at your own and cringed. You knew it was early when you left, but you didn't realize how early. It wasn't even 6am.

"Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt your morning routine or something, I was just awake and decided to get an early start," you explained while you looked anywhere but at the tall male in front of you.

"You are fine. I was just grabbing my headphones from my office before my workout," he answered making you look at him, your curiosity winning over your embarrassment. Shoto was dressed in dark sweatpants, a light blue t-shirt, and sneakers. It was so simple, but somehow, very elegant. It was probably just him. Either way, he looked unfairly good. His shirt was loose around his stomach, so you couldn't see the definition you knew was there, but the sleeves were struggling against his slightly flexed biceps.

"Are you alright?" Shoto's concerned voice snapped you from eyeing him at once.

"Yes, sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment. Don't let me keep you," you said, grateful that your voice remained steady. Shoto, looking convinced, gave you a nod and left. "This is going to be a long six weeks," you said to your empty surroundings.