Heroes - todoroki shoto x reader

10 | distance

(Y/N)'s POV:

I flipped over, still half asleep I stretched out my arm, expecting to reach Shouto at some point. My eyes snapped open as I couldn't feel him lying next to me. I sat up and rubbed my tired, sticky eyes. He was gone. The pain in my chest returned as it registered in my mind.

I got up and looked around my room. I didn't know what I was expecting to find, however, my eyes fixed on a folded t-shirt on my desk. I walked up to it and only then did I notice the note sitting neatly next to it.

"At least he said goodbye," I yawned and looked at the neat handwriting. Then I unfolded the shirt and looked at it. It still smelled like him, "Wow, (Y/N), you creep," I thought to myself smiling slightly. However, my smile fell as I looked at the time on my alarm clock.

Swearing, I jumped up and started to get dressed and collect my stuff like a maniac. With my toothbrush in my mouth I stuffed all my books into my bag, then I ran to the bathroom to return my toothbrush and grab my hairbrush. Still brushing my (H/C) hair and pulling my coat on under my backpack, I sprinted to the bus stop.

Breathing heavily, I slumped onto an empty chair. Just finishing fixing my hair, I rummaged through my bag for my phone and earphones, which I now had to untangle.

"Curse this," I sighed, looking around the almost empty bus. Apart from the bus driver, an elderly lady chatting loudly on her phone, and a young mother with her baby peacefully sleeping in her arms the bus was deserted.

I sighed again, as I came to the realisation that today would be yet another boring day without him. The eerie feeling returned to my stomach as I thought about what he had told me the night before. Obviously, something wasn't right, I'd be and idiot if I thought otherwise. But what was so bad that he couldn't even tell me about? I felt like I was in one of those countless crappy fanfictions with wanna-be dramatically touching plot twists in every chapter that are as predictable as they are cliché. But no, I was absolutely clueless.

I shuffled my music playlist and looked out the window. I realised, I didn't actually know much about Shouto. I mean, I knew him, but not much about his family or where he came from.

"Wait what? I don't even know how many siblings he has!" my mind told me, "I don't even know if he has pets or not."

We rarely talked about our families, or better said he never brings them up. And when we did all he'd talk about was the story behind his scar. Maybe it was because he thinks I wouldn't want to talk about it, after what happened to mine. But I couldn't help but think that there must be more to it than that story. 

The bus lurched to a stop, interrupting my train of thought. I got up, thanked the driver and hopped off the bus. Turning towards the glass facade of U.A high school ahead of me, thoughts were swirling around in my head like a hurricane. How hadn't I realised the distance between Shouto and I? Wouldn't that make me a terrible girlfriend? 

A cold chill climbed up my spine, "What if he doesn't even love me?"
I shook my head. No, that was impossible, I know he does. Or do I?

Tears started to fill my eyes and I couldn't help but wonder, would none of this have ever happened if I'd never come here?

Shouto's POV

"You're late," Toya crossed his arms and looked at me with a glare, "You know I hate it when people are late," he walked up to me.

"I'm sorry," I looked at the floor, "Won't happen again, I promise."

"You'd better do that, little brother," he ruffled through my hair, "I'd hate to see you killed, I really would."

"I'm here now," I was still slightly out of breath from running, "Let's get started," I said, painful guilt and doubt filling my insides. 

I didn't want to do this, but I didn't have much of a choice. After Toya ran away from home a few years ago, my father started to act like he never existed. Taking the few the pictures of him down, throwing all his things out and even renovating his bedroom into a new training space. Much as I looked up to my brother growing up, I too started to forget him. 

However, one night a man approached me when I was walking home from (Y/N)'s place one night. He had jet black hair and burn scares were covering his face along with many silver earrings and piercings. When I looked at his eyes, though, I knew who he was. He was Toya, my eldest brother. Just as I wanted to say something, he uttered a "sorry" and then he knocked me out. The next thing I knew I was here, listing to him and one of the villain with the hand mask from the USJ explaining a plan to me that I was apart of. I hated the idea of it, in fact, it made me sick just thinking about it. However, they had shown me something that forced me to do whatever they said. They had the the school my sister worked at, the hospital my mother was a patient at and (Y/N)'s apartment as targets. Should I not comply or tell anyone, they'd kill them. So of course I did what ever they said.

"C'mon then, let's get going," Toya beckoned towards the door. I nodded and followed him.

As painful as it was, I knew that if I wanted to get through this someone was going to have to die; and I dreaded who that was going to be.