~|| Third Person POV ||~
You tried pushing him away but he was too strong.
A little while after, he let go as you two were catching your breaths.
You didn't know what it was but all of a sudden, your hand had made contact with Todoroki's cheek giving him a stinging sensation.
"Y-you...YOU BASTARD!"
You stood up abruptly and stomped you way to your room slamming the door having it echo through the hall.
Todoroki who sat still in his chair caressed his lips remembering how soft your lips felt.
He wanted more.
He wanted to go even further.
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~|| Your POV ||~
I paced back and forth around the room panicking.
"Why would be do that?....."
My palms became sweaty and my knees became a little weak.
"To even think I was even feeling sorry for that bastard!"
I walked to the bed and sat down crossing my legs as well as my arms staring out the window looking at the woods.
"........"
I was curious.
It was as if the woods were trying to lure me in.
The more I stared at the woods, the more curious I was getting.
What's in there?
Were the stories true?
How deep is it?
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~|| Third Person POV ||~
The entrance door to the house had opened revealing [F/n] after a long tiring day.
Seeing Todoroki sitting on the dining table sipping his tea, [F/n] gave a side glare and continued walking towards the room.
As he walked in, there he saw you sitting on your shared bed staring out the window.
"[Y/n]?"
You slowly turned your head to his direction seeing how tired he was.
"Ah, you just got home. Sorry for not greeting you."
He had a feeling that something had happened while he was gone.
Usually you'd greet him with a big smile and a hug no matter what mood you were in.
"Something happened to you, right?"
You gave no answer and stared blankly at him.
".....no. Nothing happened just tired and thinking."
He walked towards your figure and hugged you rubbing circles on your back.
You didn't know what to feel right now.
The only thing on your mind was that you needed to think and to avoid Todoroki.
YOU ARE READING
Mate ~|| Yandere Todoroki x Reader ||~
Hayran KurguWhen I was very little, my mother told me hundreds of stories about wolves. How they roamed the woods and claimed territories with their pack. But there was one story that my mother had told me. One that kept me from stepping foot in the woods. •Pɪ...
