shoto todoroki

-I'll call you?

Shoto asked as soon as you sat down next to him, stopping everything he was doing to look at you.

You didn't have to answer.

Because your eyes were red.

And that was enough.

The jaw immediately tensed.

—What did he do this time?

Your chest tightened.

-It doesn't matter…

—It matters.

His response was instantaneous.

Too fast.

Too emotional.

And that made you look up.

Because Shoto was one of those people who rarely lost control.

But with you…

It was different with you.

—It matters because you always come back like this.

Her voice came out lower.

More restrained.

As if he were making a huge effort not to explode, not to confront you, wanting only you to listen.

—You always come back crying.

You swallowed.

—shoto...

-No.

He shook his head.

And for the first time he seemed truly frustrated.

Not with you.

Given the situation.

—I'm tired of seeing him.

His gaze locked onto yours.

—I'm tired of seeing you mess things up and you keep coming back.

The silence became heavy.

Because a part of you knew I was right.

And another part remained terrified to accept that truth.

—You don't understand…

You murmured.

Shoto let out a small laugh.

But it wasn't a funny laugh.

It was a painful one.

—What don't I understand?

Asked.

—I've been watching you for two years.

Two years.

—Two years watching you hide your tears. Two years watching you pretend you're okay.

Two years watching you smile when you're clearly not. You felt the tears welling up. And he closed his eyes for a second. As if seeing you like this physically hurt him.

-Worst…

Her voice lowered.

—The worst part is that I know exactly how I would treat you if you were mine.

Your breathing stopped. And he also seemed to realize what he had just admitted. But it was already too late. Because now I was looking at you in a way that was impossible to ignore. As if she had been keeping all that to herself for too long.

—You should never have to ask yourself if I love you.

He murmured.

—You should never have to cry because of me...