Turning the Tables [Shoto Todoroki X Reader]

Chapter 38: What did you just call me?

"This is relating to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dues down by graduation."

Mineta hit his desk with a fist. "Adults are so selfish."

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?"

"That's right. And here are the totals for those with offers."

He clicked a button on a remote, and the amounts appeared.

I scanned the board. And my jaw dropped.

Three thousand... three thousand, seven hundred, seventy-eight.

3778.

That was a lot.

But they barely saw my quirk?

"In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these three this year."

"Gah, there's such a big difference!" Kaminari threw his head back, hanging over the back of the chair.

"Those pros don't know a good thing when they see one!"

"Todoroki's first, (L/N)'s second, and Bakugo's third...?"

"That's different from their placement in the sports festival."

"Some people are too scared to ask for a guy who had to be restrained on the podium."

I huffed out a soft laugh, and Todoroki glanced at me.

"What are the pros scared of?!"

Everything, Bakugo. Ev-ery-thing.

"You did really well Todoroki."

"They're probably all because of my dad."

"They're probably all because you performed well, and didn't scare anyone who was interested away."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"What was that, Scarface?!"

I stopped, and slowly stood as I met his glare. "What did you just call me? I sure I must've heard you wrong."

My words were dripping with obviously fake sweetness.

I could feel the concern emanating off of Todoroki.

Bakugo went right ahead, yelling, "I called you Scarface, you f—"

My voice went dangerously low.

"Don't call me that."

There was silence.

"Why are you so f*cking sensitive, extra?"

I lifted a hand to the scar on my face.

I held his glare for a couple seconds more, before returning my gaze to Todoroki and sitting down.

"You really shouldn't doubt yourself like that."

I told him. He didn't reply, instead staring down at his hands glumly.

"Midoriya, you did get any! They're scared of you 'cause of the crazy way you were fighting."

I overheard someone say.

Poor guy. Way to rub it in. I don't think he needed that.

I wasn't sure what I could say to make him feel better.