❛ 17 ─── EX. ༉‧₊˚✧

" ISN'T THAT WHAT A LOT OF
PEOPLE CALL TOXIC? "

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"you're all so damn annoying, what the fuck!"

"katsuki-!" kirishima's eyes widened.

sero cackled and kaminari snorted and the parfait that was knocked over at bakugou's flailing. "hey man, what the hell- chill..."

mina grinned, "he's on his manriod," she hummed, cupping her bubblegum cheeks in her hands. "haven't you guys noticed he's been more grouchy and irritable than usual? like... hm- first year bakugou!"

"shut up," bakugou snapped at the girl and he slumped in his seat, folding his arms. "'s way too quiet in here and it's annoying."

it was at that point, todoroki decided to stop listening to the conversation. bakugou was right; it was extremely quiet. midoriya wasn't there to chat anyone's head off- as a matter of fact, he wasn't there at all. he was hauled up in his room doing god know's what- whatever he'd been doing since he'd began avoiding people.

but the other cause of the noise wasn't there either: you. you weren't there to stomp on bakugou's feet whenever he got on your nerves, you weren't there to yank kaminari by the ear every time he attempted to compliment you, you weren't there to talk todoroki down for the morning, though he felt like he desperately needed it.

so, he sat, listening to iida talk about the downsides of yogurt, listening to uraraka and tsu giggle, bringing up their concern about midoriya every so often, and slowly, people began to leave and head for class. you were nowhere to be seen, and todoroki was trying to force himself not to care.

if he didn't leave, then he'd be late to class. so he grabbed his bag, swung it over his shoulder and headed toward the door. it was at that moment, there was a harsh jogging down the stairs of the building.

and he barely turned for a look when someone roughly brushed past him, enough so his shoulder hurt, muttering "my god," under their breath. they left the building and he turned to see who it was. it was midoriya.

and then, there was another jogging down the stairs- rushing past todoroki before pausing and stopping at the door, looking to where midoriya took off. todoroki felt himself frowning, were you guys talking?

"l/n," he said and you quickly looked over your shoulder to meet his gaze. you frowned and he raised a brow, "what was that?"

"that was an example of what happens when izuku's mad at you," you drawled, folding your arms.

"why is he mad at you?"

"why isn't he mad at me?" you threw your arms up and walked out, todoroki following by your side as you began your walk to the school.

"apparently, i can't do anything right, whenever i try to make something better, it just gets worse, i guess. i'm genuinely trying my best and he won't even see that, it's like everything i do is suddenly tainted and my 'intentions are bad' just because of this whole thing."

"okay, but what did you do to make him mad this time?"

you folded your arms, "hell, if i know. he was annoyed as soon as i tried talking to him."

"he said he wanted space..." todoroki said, thoughtfully. "he said we needed time, and we agreed with him, didn't we? at least, i did."

"well yeah, but i thought he would've been... over everything now, you know? he hasn't spoken to you, right? i mean- he's been avoiding us for days and he's making me feel even more like shit. i care about him, of course i'm going to try talking to him. see how he's doing. you think i'm just going to sit back and do... nothing? he's being kind of dramatic, i don't know... it's just annoying."

todoroki was quiet for a long time, playing with his uniform and thinking hard. "i think... you haven't learned from this situation at all." he was frowning when stopped walking and you glanced over, stopping in your tracks with a lifted brow. "why are you blaming him for how he feels?"

"what?" you took a step back. seriously, if this was going to lead to another argument, you didn't want it. neither of you had spoken since the last one, and maybe that was the problem. the both of you only seemed to be mad at each other, recently. "that's not- i was just-"

"you're making it sound like it's his fault for the way he's dealing with this situation. i already told you, we all agreed we need time, izuku needs the most and he... doesn't want to talk to you- he doesn't want to talk to either of us and we can't change that.

"you don't get to tell people when they need to get over a situation, you don't get to decide when something is done affecting someone, so why are you... doing that to him?" todoroki glanced around, not sure how to voice his next thoughts. "isn't that what a lot of people call- uhm, toxic?"

"to- hey," your eyes widened, "don't call me that."

"but, aren't you?" he shot back. "isn't this? isn't the way you've been going about this kind of not the best way to go about it? and you kind of been this way since the beginning. you brush off my problems and feelings in favor of your own, you've ignored the way i felt about this situation, criticising the way izuku is handling being betrayed by us... i've admitted my mistakes and i face them, but it's like you don't see the bridges of trust we've burnt down between us and izuku. it's like you're shrugging it off. that's... not good. it's selfish and t-"

"now you're just spewing nonse, daddy issues," you gripped the straps of your bag and pushed past him, walking fast. "if you say that stupid word again, i will bash your face in."

todoroki followed you as you went, brows pulling and shoulders falling.

toxic. manipulative. selfish.

did you already know that about yourself? were you always that way? and if so, why was todoroki just noticing those traits? he started on his way to school by himself, pulling on the sleeves of his uniform.

if the chapters are shitty, they're
unedited. i just wrote, published,
and didnt look back. mwuah ily