Dormitory life with Shoto Todoroki? You figured it'll be a breeze. Compared to the poor unfortunate soul that got Katsuki(if anything Katsuki was the more dissapointed one.) Todoroki is a man that has it all—looks, smarts, strength. You figured you'd just be in his way throughout the semesters with how perfect he was.

The plan consisted of the following; you don't get in his way and let him do his thing, peace forever. Get this—the guy hardly talked to you, just tolerate the silence.

Man were you wrong.

Headshot.

Everything else he can do—function like a normal person? It's like he's not even human. More like a naive fawn following you around the shared living space. Wide eyes anticipated every twitch on your face, he asked you too many questions, woke you up in the middle of the night to help with something, and somehow, froze the water inside the sink pipes you had to call a plumber.

Bedraggled, that was what you looked like as you arrived home. The half-and-half was sitting quietly, anticipating your arrival. He texted you a 'Please help me with my dinner' followed by a sticker of a cat sobbing. How could you resist?

“Let's see..” As you peeled the plastic cover off of the plastic cup—bewildered as to why there was no vestige of warmth heating your nimble fingers up, you saw the tragic sight of floating noodles in still water.

“Oh,” He peeks at his dinner. What did he expect? Your eyes travelled at the empty socket, then subtly scowled at his.

“The thermos wasn't plugged in..” Genius. And he looked you dead in the eye, unblinking like it wasn't the most obvious thing. You can get away with leaving a bruise on his handsome face right?

“I'll just heat it up,” He says and your eyes widen as he sets the plastic cup on fire, everything melting onto his shirt as it caught flame.