just finished the end of this
story and y'all are not gonna be
happy with me omg help </3

also, im sorry for making this in second person, referring to y/n as "you" bc some of yall are gonna dislike her,,,

❛ 16 ─── EX. ༉‧₊˚✧

" YOU WERE THE ONE
BEGGING TO FUCK ME. "

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"you're brooding."

"yes." todoroki said quietly, wiping at his face. still wet. his eyes still hurt. they were sore. izuku still wasn't talking to him, two days after their talk. they needed time, he knew that, but time was hard. "why are you in here, by the way?"

you sighed, shrugging. "i don't know. who else am i gonna hang out with?"

todoroki lifted an eyebrow, "your... friends?"

"they all seem so... distant with me." you sat down at his desk, messing with the notebooks he had. "well, bakugou's pissed which... well thats for something else- kaminari won't even look at me- kirishima just seems disappointed- it's like everyone knows. maybe they do... and i want to be with someone who isn't judging me for the situation right now. i feel better with you."

todoroki frowned, "i'm judging you." he said, sitting up and crossing his legs in his lap on his bed to stare at you. he dropped his arms into his lap, starting curiously and you. "i'm judging both of us. how are you not judging yourself?"

"excuse me?"

"what? we both really, really messed up, l/n. we shouldn't have done any of it... and i told you we had to stop... or something."

"uhm, you told me what?" you narrowed your eyes at the scarred boy. "don't shift the blame to me when you're the one who started this-"

"i didn't start this. you kissed me right after you said you were still hung up on izuku."

"yeah, it was one stupid kiss because i was feeling lonely and vulnerable- it happens all the time. you're the one who went and got your dick hard because of it. did you forget you were the one begging to fuck me days later? or was that piece of information just deemed irrelevant for your narrative?"

"fine. that was my mistake." todoroki admitted, back straightening in serious as he frowned. "but i wanted to stop after that. i wanted to stop lying to izuku, but you were too busy practically... throwing yourself at me-!"

"you're a fucking asshole, i wasn't throwing myself at you! it was teasing, it was fun."

"it wasn't! every other day- you were trying to get a rise out of me. you were doing it on purpose-"

"yeah? that's what you think?" you rolled your eyes

"yes, it is what i think. it's what i know because it's what you were doing. you wanted me to want something from you and it isn't surprising. it's how you got izuku after all, isn't it? that's all you do, all you want from another person is sex, right? that's it, just admit it." todoroki froze at his own words, fingers curling.

your face tightened and you swallowed the lump in your throat. that was not how you got izuku- but is that was todoroki thought of you? really? you gripped the ends of your skirt tightly, bunching up the fabric between your fingers as he continued.

"i just don't like my best friend being mad at me." todoroki's voice shook, "you're the reason any of this is happening in the first place. none of this would've happened if you'd just-"

and he was still placing all the blame on you. frankly, you had enough- he was just looking for someone to place half the fault on other than himself.

"just what? you're the one who came to me after that stupid game! you're the one who couldn't stay away! i told you we could stop, you literally told me you didn't want that to happen, every day- you were the one approaching me, asking for it! you might've felt guilty about it, but did it ever stop you from approaching you? no, the only time you really wanted to end it, was when you though izuku was finding out! why the fuck is it suddenly all my fault just because you and izuku had a little fallout? stop looking at other people to blame!

"you're pointing fingers, you're lying to yourself, pretending to be the perfect best friend who was dragged into this mess by a sex addicted freak who pressured you into sleeping with her. get a fucking grip, todoroki. you ruined your friendship with izuku just as much as i did." he flinched, biting his lip and you scoffed. "does that hurt? are you upset at the truth?"

"could you please be quiet?" todoroki said, chest tight, attempting to level is trembling voice. "you aren't making a-ny sense-"

"well that's what it is! maybe if i say it enough times, you'll finally get it through your thick fucking skull that you can't just say i was the only one at fault- every time i say it, you keep piling shit onto my name, finding a way to take all of the fault from yourself- you're so fucking annoying, todoroki! why can't you just handle confrontation like a normal person!?"

todoroki stiffened. she was blurry. his face was cool and wet again and his nose burned, was blocked and stuffed- a feeling he'd grown to be way too familiar with.

his shoulders shook and his breath stuttered, "g-et out, please." he dropped his head and pressed his eyes shut, wetting his shirt. he pulled on his ear, "just get out, please leave." two seconds after a mumbled 'whatever,' the door shut.

he was hot and he couldn't focus to activate his quirk to cool him down, the room was too small, he was sweating, his breath was shallow and quick as he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to slow his breathing, attempting to calm himself down, he couldn't breathe.

he knew he fucked up. he knew. he knew he was fucking everything up while it was happening. he was blaming himself, completely, were you not listening to him? you only heard what you wanted, clearly. todoroki ran his fingers through his hairs, tugging as he fell back onto his bed.

stupid. stupid. stupid.

he wanted everything to disappear.

whose side are you on lmaoaoa
they both made valid points so idk
are you mad at shou or y/n?