“You seemed distracted I shouldn’t have gone all out on you like that.” “I’m really sorry about winding you in training earlier,” she said, sheepish. Uraraka smiled at him somewhat guiltily, biting her lip as if she had something to confess and Todoroki cocked an eyebrow in expectation. On a day as terrible as this, he really didn’t feel like interacting with anyone that didn’t have freckles like constellations and curly green hair to match sparkling green eyes. Todoroki nodded in acknowledgment as the group came to a stop by his side and kept the annoyance off his face the best he could.
He threw a neutral look over his shoulder to see Uraraka exiting the school grounds with Tsu by her side and a smattering of his other classmates trailing behind them. “Hey, Todoroki!” a cheerful feminine voice called from behind him, causing him to come careening back to the reality of his awful day.
Skipping school wasn’t really his style but Izuku had taught him that rebelling for a good cause every once in a while wasn’t automatically the end of the world.Īnd that’s what had led him to stand idly on the sidewalk outside of the school grounds, his eyes darting up and down the road as he tried to decide whether or not skipping school was a good idea. His dad would be on patrol at this point, at least, and it’s not like they had any tests or important lessons planned for the day. By the time it was lunch, Todoroki was considering cutting his losses and just going home. Time seemed to drag on as the school day progressed and misfortune after misfortune befell Todoroki in the most infuriating of ways his pant leg caught on his desk when he got up to go to his next class and tore during a sparring match, Uraraka easily swept his legs out from under himself and he went sprawling onto his back, the breath whooshing from his body as he choked and spluttered on the floor teachers from various classes gave him an array of disapproving looks and speeches when he had to admit he had none of his school supplies. He sunk further into his chair, his face drawn into an expression of neutrality and peace despite the annoyance and frustration bubbling in his chest. He swiped a finger across the screen of his phone only for it to flicker and promptly die in his hands, effectively squashing any hope he had of this day turning around. Maybe Izuku was texting him about meeting for lunch? His boyfriend had begun picking him up for lunch quite often and the two teens would ride around town on Izuku’s motorcycle until they found a new ramen place to try. His phone had buzzed in his pocket as class began and he’d fished it out from his soaked pants, hope sparking in his chest when he read the contact name. He kept his expression neutral when he heard a few of his classmates snicker and endured a stern but somewhat pitiful look from Aizawa-Sensei as he walked through the door. He ignored the obnoxious laughter of Bakugo as he sat at his desk, the seat of his pants squelching when they made contact with the chair and producing a noise similar to that of a whoopee cushion. He spent a good few moments looking at his ruined uniform in shock before he decided to cut his losses and trudge into the building, his pant legs sloshing with each step. He arrived at school only for the realization of his missing backpack to hit, swore, and was promptly showered with muddy water as a truck on the road raced through a puddle from the rain the night before. He’d spent the early morning being berated by his father and made a quick exit out the front door of the estate, subsequently forgetting his backpack that contained yesterday’s finished homework in his haste. Todoroki was having what one would call, ‘a bad day.’
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