This Is Still An Act, Right? (Fake Dating Tododeku)

The Dance

Midoriya's POV

To be honest, I don't know why I was on the fifth floor of the dorms on a Sunday afternoon. Perhaps I needed to get away from the chatter about the dance in the common room. Maybe I had a bit of hope I would catch Todoroki; it was his floor after all. I didn't know whether or not I could wait for the clock to hit 6:30 pm.

Although, I sure knew my reason wasn't to comfort Tsu. I had just been passing through the girl's corridor, the pit in my stomach growing, when I heard the unmistakable noise of crying. I swerved my head, looking for the culprit, but nobody stood. The only possible place the noise could have come from was Tsuyu Asui's room.

knock knock knock

"Anybody in there?" I called out, putting my ear to the door. There was no question if she was or not- I could hear sniffles.

"No," a meek voice mumbled just loud enough for me to hear.

"Tsu, I know you're in there." I sighed. "Are you dressed at least?"

"If I say no, will you leave?"

"Nope, I'll just wait." I actually would've waited for hours, even if that meant being late to the dance. I can never bring myself to ignore a crying girl, or really, person. I heard footsteps, and I quickly took my ear away. The door creaked open to reveal Tsu wearing a star crop top but adorning baggy, pistachio-colored pajama pants. She was without her distinct hair bow, instead her unkempt green hair hitting the floor. Her tongue slowly poked out of her frown, and her face was blotchy. Without a moment's hesitation, I embraced her in a hug. She quickly pushed me off. "I'm not going to ask if you're okay or not," I said hesitantly. "You're obviously not. But could you please tell me what happened?"

Tsu glanced to the floor, taking me by the hand and leading me into her room. I followed her as she sat on her shamrock-colored bed filled with pillows and millions of stuffed, you guessed it, frogs. She attempted to keep a strong face as she spoke, but a few tears escaped. "Tokoyami broke up with me."

"That was fast," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry, Tsu." I winced, wondering if she would react the same way when I apologized to Uraraka. She was right; sorry is just a five-letter word. "I know pity sucks, but I'm actually, genuinely sorry. How did he break up with you?"

"He just texted me for God's sake." She passed me her rose gold iPhone that was pulled up to the messages. I bet she had just been reading them over. 

Tokoyami: hey
⁷:¹²ᵃᵐ

Tokoaymi: aoyama jst told me we made out and you think were dating
⁷:¹²ᵃᵐ

Me: yeah?
⁷:¹²ᵃᵐ

Tokoyami: heres the issue. i was drunk
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Me: Wait what?
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Tokoyami: yeah i bought some vodka to the sleepover
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Tokoyami: your cool and everything but that was a mistake last night
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Tokoyami: im sorry
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ: ⁷:¹⁴ᵃᵐ

I quickly read over the few texts and placed it back in her lap. "I know I shouldn't be like this," Tsu cried. "We barely talked at all, and I've never had a crush on him. Fuck it, I'm probably gay. All we did was make out in a closet for 7 minutes and cuddle for like 5. I was just so excited to have someone for the dance, and I already told everyone I got a date. That will be so embarrassing to call my mom again."