↳ bnha one shots || vol. 2

cheater || scenario - shoto todoroki

ramenaiiii asked: A cheater Shoto scenario with a happy ending maybe? 🌸

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warnings: cheating

a/n: i wasn't entirely sure how to make it a happy ending, so i hope this is alright.

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Almost a week later, it didn't hurt any less.

You'll be over it in a week. You'll forget in a week. You'll find stuff to occupy yourself to distract yourself. You'll be happy to be rid of him. You'll forget him.

But you weren't over it. You hadn't forgotten. You hadn't found a distraction. You weren't happy. You hadn't forgotten him.

It was like someone had stabbed you in the heart, slashed the knife across your chest for good measure. Every time you thought of it, thought of him, your heart broke just that little bit more.

He had been so totally absorbed in the woman; smiling, glowing, laughing, teasing, flirting. All things he did with you, done just as easily, if not more easily, with her. The way he caressed her hand was so tender - something he hadn't done with you for months. They way he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, removed the sauce from the corner of her lips with his thumb was so caring. Had he ever done that with you? Had he ever cared?

Judging by the way he had blankly stared at you, the answer was obvious. He made no move to run after you, no move to apologise, no move to say anything. He stared, caught your gaze for a heated moment, then turned to the girl and quickly ushered her away.

But he had sent you texts, called you at least ten times.

We need to talk.

Can you pick up please?

I need to explain.

Please respond.

Can you answer your texts?

I'm trying to explain to you what has happened.

If you want to talk, then just call me. If not, I understand.

No apology. No explanation.

Empty words.

Could you even dignify him with a response?

What had you done wrong? Had you not been a good enough partner? Had you not been there for him?

But you had been. You'd been there by his bedside every time his work hospitalised him, you had been there every time he had a family gathering and needed the extra support, you had been a shoulder to cry on when a mission went terribly wrong.

He seemed to be everywhere now. On every advertisement board, in every shop window, in every conversation and in every store front window. Red and white hair, blue and grey eyes. So stark, so bold, so obvious. Every little boy suddenly wanted to wear his merch, every little girl squealed over how cute he was and how they wanted to marry him one day.

They'd never know about the one he'd torn apart. The one he'd cheated on, the one he'd refused to offer an explanation to, the one who'd sworn to never break her heart. He hadn't broken it. He had destroyed it. He'd thrown it, stamped on it, personally stabbed it.

All the promises of happiness, joy, a happily ever after - nothing but vacant, empty lies.

It wouldn't take a week to heal, it would take longer.

A soft, wet nose pressed against the back of your hand. When you lifted your head from your phone, the culprit beamed up at you, tongue lolling out and tailing beating a mile a minute. The puppy rose to its hind legs, pressing its small paws against your calf.

If Shoto couldn't bring you the happiness he promised, this little ball of joy would.