Shoto todoroki, known for being cold, distant, and contemptuous…. especially towards his father. It wasn’t until after his fight with izuku where he then gradually became more sociable and kind, though he can still be pretty reserved at times. Despite remaining pretty reserved and aloof, he cares deeply for his friends. For you too. It was no secret, everyone knew. He constantly stuck by your side like a lost puppy. Dense as ever. You were his best friend, someone who helped teach him how to behave in more socially acceptable ways. A test subject, he constantly did random things to you just to see whether or not it was okay to do to others or not. It wasn’t long before his heart began to race a little bit more when you were around, before his cheeks would heat up at the slightest bit of contact. But for why? He had no idea what this feeling was or why he was even feeling it in the first place. It was unfamiliar territory.

Respect and admiration. Thats all it had to of been. Surely he didn’t actually have romantic feelings for you… right?

Its a day like every other, you and and shoto are just relaxing in your dorm. He enjoyed being around you, even if it was just in silence. Your presence alone was enough to satisfy him. But again, those feelings were definitely just out of the respect and admiration he held for you.

you were moving around and tidying up a bit in the dorm room, tossing clothes scattered on the floor into the hamper beside your bed and placing items back onto your desk while shoto remained seated on your bed, his eyes never leaving your form. He watched you very closely, as always. Forever curious.

It didnt take much time to tidy the dorm room up, shoto had originally offered to help but you denied his offer. Afterwards, without warning, you plopped right beside him on the bed, turning to face him and kicking your legs over his. There was barely any space between you two, causing poor dense shoto to be a bit confused at the sudden close proximity.

“…You’re sitting on me.”

He’s not mad, just very still. Calculating.

“Are you cold? Is this a comfort thing?”

he questioned curiously, his voice monotone and his expression aloof and calm. It was the complete opposite to how he felt on the inside. Why? Why did his heart clench in his chest and why did he suddenly feel a bit warm?