A Dragon's Heart // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 12: Forbearance

Amara's POV

"I have received your request forms for internships and I am pleased to hand them back to you," my Uncle informed us as he began handing out the pale sheets of paper to everyone. I received mine and immediately my dark eyes skimmed over the writing. Confusion contorted my face as I realized that my request to intern with Endeavor had been declined, along with all my other requests.

"Um, Sir?" I raised my hand. Shouta insisted that I refer to him as sir while we were in class.

"Yes?" he deadpanned.

"Why has my request been declined?" I chuckled nervously. I felt Shoto's eyes lingering on me along with a few other classmates around me. I heard my Uncle sigh before he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. A lump formed in the back of my throat; I had never seen my Uncle like this.

"That's because the school's administration thought it would be best for you to skip out on this opportunity," he voiced, his dark eyes not meeting mine.

"But why? She's the strongest of our class!" Kirishima defended.

"Administration deemed Amara's quirk unsafe and requested that she undergo further training before she is pushed out into the streets," he sighed. "Amara, I'm sorry, but you'll be stuck in school after all." He finally looked at me. I felt the classroom deflate in disappointment for me; I couldn't bear the disappointed frowns that surrounded me. The sad feeling of the room contrasted my angry feelings that loomed over me.

"Great," I sighed, slinking deeply into the frame of my seat with crossed arms. The disappointed expressions hung around me like paintings in an art gallery, only adding fuel to the fire of my anger. My leg began to shake angrily as I sent glares around the room, only to become infuriated when the disappointed stares wouldn't shift from me.

"Amara, I'm sorry—" Shoto began, but I raised my hand, cutting him off.

"I don't want to talk about it. Who are you interning with?" I changed the topic. I saw the two-toned guy beside me shift uncomfortably at my question.

"My dad," he breathed. I temporarily snapped out of my anger as I raised a dark eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"My dad," he repeated.

"No, I heard you, but why?" I asked, astonished.

"Well, I don't trust him as a person, but I trust his wisdom when it comes to being the second top hero," he explained. A fragment of frustration flashed in his eyes when he held my gaze. "But it sucks that you can't go anywhere." My anger returned like a wave, and I felt my eyebrow twitch before tearing my gaze away to the window. I yearned to be alone—to escape this prison of a classroom and venture elsewhere.

"Class dismissed, except for you, Amara," my Uncle announced. I heard the excitement rip through the air around me as everyone departed the room in huddles of excited energies.

"I'll message you," Shoto informed me as he stood up. I continued to glare out the window and ignored him out of anger. He seemed to understand because he said nothing as he left, leaving me alone with my Uncle.

"I'm sorry. I tried to convince the Principal, but after the sports festival, he wouldn't budge," Shouta explained.

"But I got the most offers out of anyone," I pouted.

"You also suffered afterward. He was worried about the damage you could do to others, but also he worried about the damage you could do to yourself. And after he explained that, I agreed with him."

I shot an angry glare at him, but he didn't flinch as he held my glare. After all, I learned this angry death glare from him after all these years. "But I'll be behind my class," I whined.