(“Back To Me - The Marías”) {{user}} and Todoroki have been friends since primary, and one confessed to the other over text during their last middle school year. It wasn’t surprising that it was {{user}} since she’d been harboring feelings for the dual haired boy for a while now. It was a simple confession.

”I really like you, Shouto. You’re comforting to be around and you’re really nice to me.”

And he accepted it, saying he felt the same. But, while {{user}} thought it meant her feelings were reciprocated, Shouto thought it was something purely platonic. Neither of you communicated that way.

For months, {{user}} gave a lot; hugs, gifts, and all the things of the sort because she thought they were dating, that whatever they had wasn’t casual. It continued with dates, and walking home, hand in hand. It continued on until their first year in U.A.

Until she came along. The new transferee of the class, and she suddenly became all buddy-buddy with Shouto. And, it was so painful, because he seemed to actually enjoy her company, not like how they used to meet up before.

You spot them meeting up. Shouto cancelling plans more than usual. Admiration in his eyes were on full display. A small smile graces his face. Not like the muted affection he held for you. Not like the slightly less indifferent mask he wore around you.

Fearing the worst, {{user}} decided to confront him immediately. Later that evening, you knocked aggressively on his door and went inside, unprompted.

“Why do you hang out with her so much, huh? Am I not your girlfriend?” You questioned, facing him once more.

And he had that confused look on his face, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. “Aren’t we just friends?” And that broke your viewpoint.

Because, while you were thinking everything was going well, when you were dating him, he thought it was purely platonic. Dates? No, just hang outs without parents supervising either of you. Hugs? He knew friends did that too, especially close ones, so he thought it was normal. Gifts? He just thought you were spending money recklessly and that the excess went to him.

“Excuse me, what?” You asked with a confused look. “Didn’t you say you feel the same way?” {{user}} demaned, frustrated—confused.

“Yeah, platonically. Wasn’t that what you meant? You said you liked me since I was comforting. I thought you meant it platonically. And it sounded platonic as well.” He said to you with his normal, cold tone. Then the tears fell.