𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 || 𝐒. 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢ˎˊ-

Gramma errors ahead! This is unedited

The stars in the night sky twinkled above me as I reached my hand out to grab them. "So pretty, so shiny, so lucky, so easily destructible." The smell of carpet cleaner made my nose, scrunch up in distaste. The reflection of the moon delicately lit up my new dorm room; undecorated and plain.

The way the stars shone made me jealous of the sky. The murmurs of 3rd years studying and hanging out from down the hall made me feel lonely and uncomfortable. I stood in my moonlit room staring at the desk containing my study materials. "I dont want to be here, I want to be up there." I pouted, staring back at the sky.

Facing my palm upwards, I hovered up lit stardust and floated it around my room like my room was a galaxy. A smile finally painted my lips as I floated myself up with the pretty stars, just like I was in my own milky way. Nothing felt as real and comforting as this; drifting around my room in mid-air, dancing with the stars and being lit by the moon while the chorus in my heart played a sweet melody. 

A sudden knock on my door frightened me enough to crash onto the floor along with every little star floating in the air. Presumably because of the loud thump I made, the heterochromatic boy came bursting in to see if I was okay. "Shimura Kohai? Are you okay?" I sat up and rubbed the spot I hit my head.

"Oh, Todo-Senpai! Physically, I'm fine! Mentally? A whole new story." My awkward little confession not only confused the clueless boy but made the atmosphere uncomfortably stiff. I heard a sigh from the male as he carefully closed the door and walked over.

"Well, you can tell me if you'd like." Todoroki knelt carefully beside my small wooden table. I awkwardly scratched my neck, a nervous tick of mine, and sighed myself. 

"I don't think you'd understand. I wouldn't want to burden you." I turned around to look at the stars through my bay window, silence filled the room.

"Shimura..." Todoroki's masculine voice finally broke the oddly comfortable silence. "We just met and there's no way of telling a form of trust, yet, I think we could help each other." I turned around, cross-armed, to face him. My eyesight settled on his features, the way his hair draped over his perfect skin, the way his miscoloured eyes shone when he spoke and drooped like a puppy subconsciously. I noticed the way he clutched his fists when he was nervous to spit something out, and the way he never looked away from me. His lips held a line of seriousness and our eyes never lost their contact.

"How so?" I asked, breaking the intimidating eye contact.

"I know a thing or two about what you're going through, I could be your emotional support for this year, and, in return, I could learn to cope with... emotions." He looked like he struggled on his words, yet, he knew what he was going to ask.

"Alright," I sat beside him, now looking back into his eyes. "I feel like I'm in an emotionless void of despair; I feel lonely all the time and math hurts my brain; I'm always being told I'm useful, never that I'm loved; I miss the concept of family; I can't remember what it's like to truly live; and, I'm still unsure about heroism. Do you, understand?" His eye twinged with confusion, I knew it, no one can ever find the words to say. No one even tries. I sighed, confidently resting my head on my palm, there's no way he's gonna say anything but 'I'm sorry', as they all do.

"Shimura Kohai, I do not feel sorry for you." My heart sunk to my chest feeling absolute bitter confusion. 

"Huh-" My words were cut off by his death clutching stare.

"But I do sympathise for you. I don't think you quite understand you're not alone. I, myself, a seemingly happy person, has been through similar." He reached his hands to clutch mine. With worry, I jerked them back, but he wouldn't let go. I started to panic, that was until I saw the look he held in his eyes. No more nonchalance, it was absolute comfort and something let me trust him. 

He reached my hand, in his, to touch the scar imprinted over his left eye. My finger carefully traced the soft, unscuffed scar, mesmerising its every curve; mesmerising its beauty. the colour reminded me of the colour of a healthy heart, a peachy and soft red. Wondering if he could see me admire the product of his trauma, I quickly looked up to meet his eyes, which so happened to already be gazing at me. As our faces grew closer I admired everything about him, which he replicated facing me. The silence was overtaken by the sounds of our quiet breaths, his, warm upon my face. 

"My mother," his deep voice finally, gently spoke, me feeling his every word fan over my face. "She said I looked like a monster," He brushed a strand of my hair from my face "and the monster," he caressed my scarless left side, admiring the baby soft skin. "was my father." understanding him, I nodded, leaving his arms and sitting away. unexpectantly, he pulled me back. His arms reached my neck, in fear, usually, I would have killed him on the spot, but for some reason, I allowed him to undo the bandages. 

the crescent on my neck, shone brightly as it unwrapped. Todoroki, carefully caressed my scar, with warm and passionate eyes. "Nao was my mother's name." I began, allowing myself to melt within his warm clutch. "I dont remember much but she always told me to hide this, always. She said my quirk was a pure quirk; not inherited from either parent, purely born within me. She said it was so rare, bad guys would try to get it." I put on a clumsy fake smile, looking down at the table. "I didn't know this but, apparently my older brother killed everyone in my family, except my mother who was pregnant with me, of course." I bit my gum, trying to muster up the rest. "everyone thought she died though, my poor brother probably thought he killed her too... years later, my mum said she would be back, she left me in the cottage, alone, and when she came back, she was soaked in her own blood, her stomach exposed to be. her gutted body dropped to the floor. that's all I remember... but I hate it." Todoroki nodded, sighing.

his hand awkwardly made it's way to my head, where he patted me like a dog. I quirked my eyebrow in confusion. "Sorry, I'm bad with giving physical affection." he removed his hand carefully. "Look, your story is something nobody, especially you, should go through. I'm willing to help you though, I'll help you be a hero, I'll help you justify your past like I did mine." My heart started thumping so loud I thought he may able to hear it.

"Really?!" The handsome, duel haired boy, nodded.

"Yes, from now on, I'll be your tutor/emotional support."

A/n

i released twice?? oh ok

Uhm, I changed canon, ignore me lmaoao

i wrote so many words for Shoto, its partially because I also needed a chapter to talk about Y/n's past so 😌✌🏻