Shoto was being laughed at by the scar on his face. 3 people from class 1B were calling him names and acting like Todoroki was walking comedy. However he didnt seem to care what they thought of him.

He didnt even share a glace as he walked to the vending machine. However he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit insecure about his scar.

"What do you want?" He looked at you, his voice still as monotone as ever. You looked at him in confusion.

"What do you want from the vending machine?" Shoto's cold gaze continue to remain on you.