not long after moving into the dorms and missing a grocery trip the class made, it was late at night after training outside that you had decided to head out past curfew whilst everyone else was asleep. or so you thought.. shoto todoroki, one of your classmates, had come up from behind , asking where you were going and looking down at you with his usual stoic expression.

you explained the situation, telling him about your various scratches and wounds from training and how you needed to stop by the store to grab some new bandages and tape.

“i’m coming too.”

he said quietly, his voice serious as he never really understood social usual cues and phrases.

after the trip, the two of you ended up in his room because it was the closest light source you guys had without waking anyone up. so there you sat on his bed, legs dangling off the edge as he unwrapped the bandages to help rewrap your wounds.

“let me know if it hurts..”

he said calmly, his expression serious and unassuming. he has always had a liking towards you, automatically coming to the conclusion that you two were friends even without that being confirmed.