circles // Todoroki x reader x Bakugou

1|| dorm rooms & first kisses

Yesterday my dad texted me, saying that he's spending two more days at the hospital. Which means that I'm staying two more days with Todoroki, but each day we find something to do. Yesterday he showed me all the places he likes to wander to. Today we've yet to discover what to do with the day.

"So when you're not wandering, what do you usually do?" I ask him after getting up in the morning.

"Lately a lot of my free time I spend with my mom," he says, "I want to bring you to meet her some day, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Also, I'd want to give her a heads up before bringing you along."

"Oh yeah, I get that," I nod. "If we're not doing anything today can we just hang out at my house? I want to make sure Honey has enough food and water. Also I think I'm feeling slightly homesick." I know it sounds ridiculous. Homesick after like, a day. But I'm always at my home, so anywhere else I feel like a burden. 

"Oh sure, let's head out," he agrees, leading the way from his room to the front door. Slipping on our shoes, we walk out. Yesterday I also stopped by my house to grab everything I needed, and filled Honey's dishes. Before going to get Bakugou, I'd left my phone at my house so it stayed there until yesterday. I was amazed it wasn't dead.

The third day, I'm ready to see my dad. But he's not released until that night, and even after he's going to have his arm in a sling and other repercussions for taking it slow. I told Todoroki about going to visit him, but he said it probably wasn't such a good idea. I agreed, knowing that it was just me missing being around my dad instead. 

My dad gets home, and he tells me that he had a friend drop him off at home. I'm at the door opening it for him with a welcoming smile. He seems more on the grouchy side, but I know that's because of his situation. He's probably still in pain, but at least he has a nice warm bed to come home to. And I'll help him every way I can. 

I help my dad up the stairs, and he grunts with every step. I wonder if he blew out his back. His arm is in a sling, his head and other arm is wrapped in bandages, and he doesn't seem too happy about it either. Obviously. He gets in his bed and puts a prescription bag, painkillers, on his nightstand. Then without a word he walks out, leaving me standing there. I hear the door open, then click shut. Honey trots up the stairs, laying at her feet. I bend down to stroke her fur, and once she seems settled on the floor I stop.

I head over to my room, grabbing my phone from my bed before sitting down. I scroll around on a few different apps for the awhile. I click the power button, tossing it down. I stare at my ceiling instead. Man, my dad seems really upset. He hardly spoke to me at all, and I wasn't exactly expecting him to act all bubbly but he seemed off. Different from how I've ever really seen him. 

But I didn't see him for three days. Every morning, afternoon, and evening I brought in a meal on a tray. I also made sure to bring in plenty of water for him, but each time I went in, almost none of it was touched. He didn't say anything each time I came to bring him food and check in on him. But I didn't speak to him either. It was like the silent treatment but I knew it wasn't because he was mad at me at all.

The fourth morning I brought up a tray with a small yogurt parfait that was topped with strawberries, blueberries, and granola. Before pushing open the door, I notice that the light is turned on. Shocked, I knock instead of walking right in. 

"Yeah," my dad 'invites' so I open the door slowly with one hand, balancing the tray on the other.  

He's standing up, dressed in khakis and a white shirt. He seems to be struggling tying a striped tie since one arm is still in a sling. I put the tray at the end of his bed, and walk over, leaning up to help.