SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND NOT AS GOOD, BUT NEXT ONE ILL WORK RLLY HARD ON :)
School was closed for a few weeks after the villain attacks.
You spent most of that time being told by Endeavor all the things you'd done wrong at the USJ. Jeopardizing yourself, letting your emotions get the better of you, putting yourself in harms way like that.
Todoroki mostly ignored his father's scoldings, but as you sat in that usually so quiet house, each and everyone of Endeavor's words hit close to home.
Thankfully you got a few days off from training.
That left some time for bruises to heal and thoughts to ruminate.
"How are your injuries?"
That was the 8th time he'd asked in two days.
You found that if you didn't answer, he usually just went back to reading his books or doing his exercises.
"The doctors said your hearing was back to normal now."
Or maybe not.
"Mhm." You replied, eyes glued to the ceiling as you flexed your fingertips back and forth.
You were trying to feel the muscles in your forearms. Try to understand what it would feel like if they were bruised from the wrist up.
"Are you alright, y/n?" Todoroki asked, sitting up at his desk as you laid on the floor. "I'm only asking because you haven't said much since the USJ. You haven't even asked about Baku--
"I got invited to a party." You said, loud and clear.
Even Shoto knew that was an indication to avoid the subject he was heading towards.
"Okay." He nodded, spinning back in his chair, to work on school for a bit.
You sat up.
"Go with me."
"No."
"Why?"
"It would interrupt my regimen."
"Regimen schemiden-- Come with me. I don't wanna go by myself."
Putting down his pencil, the boy took a heavy breath and looked down at you.
Dark circles clouded his under-eyes, his hair crowding over them in serious need of cutting.
Maybe the whole situation had been harder on him than you'd realized.
"Are you up for this kind of activity anyway?" He asked.
You shrugged your shoulders.
"I mean its sitting around and talking to people and eating and listening to music, right?"
"I wouldn't know." Shoto shrugged his shoulders right back and turned back around. You let out a groan and threw your head back in response.
"Pleaaaassse, Shoto." You begged, standing yourself up lazily and planting your hands on his shoulders. "We used to beg to be able to leave the house and do things other than train."
"Y/n. I'm the one who pushed you to make friends." He said, a look begging to be taken seriously lingering in his eye. "But I never had any interest in making any of my own."
Sometimes you wondered if that was really true.
Whether Todoroki was truly willing to sacrifice everything children usually did just to become a hero.
No. Not even that.
He didn't want to become a hero as much as he wanted to prove his father wrong.
"Alright." You nodded, letting him go and stepping away. "Your father wouldn't approve anyway."
Todoroki's pencil hit the desk abruptly enough to catch your attention.
