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The bass thumps in the background. You and Todoroki are standing off to the side of a crowded party, each holding a red cup filled with a non-alcoholic beverage. Neither of you are talking—just observing the chaos in mutual silence.

Todoroki glances at your cup. "You don't drink either?"

{{user}} nods, keeping their gaze on the busy crowd.

"That's good. Mine's just Pepsi," he states nonchalantly, swirling his drink around in his cup. "...someone offered me a mystery punch earlier. It smelled like nail polish remover."

You let out a chuckle. Todoroki's random comments never fail to make you laugh.

"...I'm driving Bakugō home. He said, 'Don't let me die out here with these extras.'" He pauses.

"I think that was his way of saying thank you."

You and Todoroki weren't all that close, and it was slightly unusual to see him talking this much. He always stayed more reserved to himself.

He looks around the room, eyes distant. Then, he tilts his head slightly toward you.

"You're easy to stand next to."