3175 words! Hell, I forgot to mention, mainly because it took me 30 minutes to get wattpad to stop fucking up and let me post ch 18. So I want you guys to help! I have a lovely author that is sadly enough getting the worst part of the fandom, it sucks because all of you guys are so nice and amazing to me! I want to send you all over to her, she deserves all the love you guys hand out! African_princess18

Shoto’s POV

I walked into the lounge after wiping my eyes furiously, surprised to see it bare, though thankful that I had some more time to calm myself. Shifting the bag in my hand I sighed, stepping onto the elevator. “Might as well bring Hanta his game back…” I heaved out a great sigh as I clicked his floor button. Once it stopped at his floor I stalked out and towards his room. Anxiety is something I knew I faced with certain things but the eerily silence the dorm house had, had me anxious to the core, confused on how so many hyper teens weren’t yelling like normal. My hand stopped inches from the door, a voice trailing through the wooded object.

“W-well… When she threw the door open I was pretty scared… And she’s sort of loud..” It was Koda’s timid voice, quickly overthrown by another.

“Throwing open the door was the best part! She’s such a badass beauty!” Denki yelled, my brows furrowed imagining him throwing his fist into the air. Who though? I leaned in, placing my ear to the door.

“Yeah! She puts most of the other girls to shame! Probably cause she has more curves~” My nostrils flared at the perverse voice, something about the comment no, the whole conversation, wasn’t sitting right with me. “But did anyone else notice that wicked scar on her arm? Gotta say that’s a major turn off…” He trailed off and a loud slap resounded, making me move back from my spot.

“I may not care enough about the kid to be here, but I’m not going to listen to you orgasm over a girl, then turn around and say shit like that!” Bakugo sneered and I gulped. This is about (Y/n). Is that why I feel so uncomfortable? I mentally voiced my thoughts but didn’t let the slight anger that built up from Mineta’s words slip past myself. She’s beautiful! Wait.. I inhaled deeply. It’s beautiful because in a way it was just self sacrifice? Mine wasn’t... Gulping back the raging thoughts that threatened to take over again I pressed my ear to the door in enough time to hear Hinata chip in.

“Bro! That’s what makes her more appealing! Just like Todoroki! Everyone wants to know where it came from. How he got it! It gives off mystery and it just is all in all attractive, if I’m honest.” Taken aback by the statement, I froze. “Also could be why they instantly clicked. I mean he seems just as intrigued as all of us. Maybe seeing someone with a scar like that is a bonding topic for them both.” He suggested and I stifled a chuckle.

“I’m not too familiar with the female you talk of, but the idea of the scar is fairly interesting. Though, as one without a soulmate, I have to wonder, do ones keep a scar where their significant one does?” A loud scoff ended Tokoyami’s question.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima scolded.

“No no! That’s just not a good theory! Do I have a scar on my eye?” I heard his rough voice yell to the others. Murmurs of no filled the now silent room.

"Well! You're wrong Sero! He's way too interested in her, I think he's cheating on Momo with (Y/n).. Poor girl."

"But she wouldn't even date her friend that openly admitted to feelings because of her soulmate?" A deeper voice interrupted.

“Honestly, I don’t like you guys talking about her like that. She has a bunch going on, and as her friend it makes me uncomfortable…” Kirishima whispered and I finally found the strength to knock, the door opened up in seconds and I was met with the pitch black irises of Hinata.

"AHA! Todoroki! Ask and you shall receive, amiright?" He asked and pulled me into the room, the game that I had dug out of the bag fell from my hands and was forgotten as the door shut. "Tell us about you and (Y/n)! Denki here says you're playing Momo for her." Hinata wiggled his brows right before he received a hard blow to the stomach by the mentioned blonde.

"Uuuhhh." I stopped on scene, my brain shut down and my body went rigid. What is between her and I? Is there an us? The expectant looks surrounding me didn't help as I ran my hand over my scar. I just. Fuck! I just left her confused and probably scared because of you stupid thing! It dawned on me, that in my frenzied state I hadn't given her an explanation.

"Guys, lay off him! He has a good reason!" Midoriya shouted and I jumped, startled he was here at this meeting. My eyes pleaded for him to not say anything. It's more of a secretive topic after all.

"Outfit." I sputtered out to keep Midoriya from blabbering. Gulping the built up saliva I opened my mouth once more. "She's the student who… Who works on my hero outfit." Nods of awestruck understanding moved around the room and I made my way to the door briskly. “I’m gonna go now.” I murmured, flinging the door open and running to the elevator, ignoring the scrutinizing words Denki yelled after me. I slowed my pace once on my own floor and I trailed to my room, so many emotions that had ran through me today had me emotionally exhausted. Maybe.. Maybe mom could help? My brows furrowed as I locked my door and slid down it, my hands weaving through my hair, I felt the small pulls of hair that were slightly tangled. From my running and fit no doubt. I sighed yet again and looked around my room. What do I tell (Y/n)?

~skip~
(Y/n)'s POV

It became an instant pattern. Wake up, train, pace my room for 20 minutes. Hatsume would drag me to class where I worked and studied vigorously, that being the only thing that could just barely help take my situation off my mind. And it was only just yesterday that I finally started eating again. Watching Shoto avoid my gaze as he seemed just as silent. He's always silent. I scolded myself, sitting down at the table I had started to call my own. Yet it wasn't as homely as it had been 4 days prior. Before Shoto jetted. No, he always would butt in on small stuff. God does he know how much the look in his eye killed me?! I felt my face heat up with anger as I shoved my food in my mouth, only stopping at a white flash.

"My lil chipmunk! You gotta swallow~" Hatsume cooed, giving me a teasing smile that held an underlying feel of sweet, motherly affection. One my mom would probably give me if she knew how I was feeling. I looked to the table and chewed what was in my mouth, swallowing it down, along with my pride. He wanted to talk to me first, and now… now he wont even let me help him… My lip quivered as the voice in my head didn't hold back the same sobs I did. Hatsume rubbed my back and a gentle hand held mine.

"(Y/n)?" I tilted my head up enough to see Ochako's cocked to the side. "Are you okay?" I scoffed and squeezed her hands.

"And why wouldn't I be?" My voice wavered but I took a silent breath.

"The past 3 days you've been quiet, it's worrisome!" Her voice spiked and I gave her a sad smile.

"I… hadn't noticed. Well you see.. I failed a test of mine that I studied hard on. It's just upset me quite a bit." For how fast I came up with the excuse, it rolled from my tongue effortlessly, for in a way it was sort of what happened. I had steeled my feelings and became hyper aware of people with pent up sadness, yet I was failing to help the one person I made my life long goal to protect and help. Sliding my hand from hers I flashed the brightest smile I could and stood up.

"I haven't seen Present Mic in a while... He's probably wondering why his star student doesn't hang out anymore, I'm gonna go spend time with him now." The group nodded, except Shoto who didn't even acknowledge my words. It stung. Oh how it stung. Holding my tray tightly I made my way to my beloved teachers room. You knew. You knew spending time with him was going to make you get stronger feelings. You were attached to him before you fucking knew him! My knuckles turned white as I walked into the already opened door.

"(Y/n)!!!!" Hizashi jumped up with a wide smile. "How's my favorite little student?" I choked on my saliva as I gave him a small smile. His smile dropped and he pulled out the chair for me as I walked to him.

"Thank you.." Managed to scrape past my dry lips as I sat down. He sat down and stayed quiet in waiting. "Uhh.." I started but he gave me a smile as he poked my numb hand. I gasped at the fact it hurt and my hands quickly unhanded my tray, it landed the inch or two from the table with a loud clatter.

"So what's on your mind? I don't get to talk to you often anymore." The blonde pouted and I scratched the back of my neck.

"Sorry about that." I breathed out. "Hatsume was getting me to hang out with the others.. they're quite nice compared to..other students." He nodded and his lips twitched in a bright smile. "How do you.. help someone when they won't let you?" His smile dropped and he stood.

"Being a hero means barging into business that isn't yours! Or whatever All Might says." He laughed out. "Just keep bugging them, they'd come around, though I must ask, is it Todoroki with this issue?" I looked up at him incredulously.

"He's my soulmate, but that doesn't mean he's the only person I worry about." Hizashi rubbed his arm, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

"I suppose so, but… okay! I'm not supposed to tell you! But over the past few days his homework has either been incomplete or loosely answered, so I assumed…" he trailed off and my eyes widened.

"So I was right… it's not just me he's ignoring. Eeerrrrg what's wrong Sho?" I muttered looking down at my food, the anger that was fueling my appetite disappeared, causing me to push the tray away.

"Hey it'll be ok-" His voice was drowned out by the loud bell ringing and I stood, grabbing the tray and going to dump the remaining food.

The rest of the day I kept trying to get Shoto to even look my direction, stopping only when Momo told me to fuck off because 'if I couldn't tell, he's so much better without me.'
"Well no I fucking can't! You know why? Because I can't fucking see him!" I growled out, my eyes angrily scanning my notes from today, hand elbow deep into a bag of chips. Shoving the food into my mouth, I used my clean hand to wipe away the crumbs that dropped onto the scattered pages. As my hand smashed it's way back into the bag I was thrown off guard by my phone ringing. I grabbed it, going to decline the call, most likely from Hatsume, however I stopped at seeing the picture of Shoto curled up in his cat ears. Swiping the answer indication, I wiped my chip hand off.

"H-Hey, (Y/n)?" The sorrow that drowned in his words had me standing, my robe flowing open to expose my night shorts and tank.

"Sho.." I whispered, ready to move at any sign to. Hearing a strangled sob come from his side my jaw tightened and I pinned my phone to my ear with my shoulder clumsily as I tied my robe closed and moved to my door.

"I'm sorry.." He mumbled, I hung up, throwing my phone to my bed haphazardly as I ran out of my room.

Once out of my building I ran as fast as I could to A-1's, cursing under my breath at the loud dings that told me it was 2 in the morning.

"Goddammit!" I yelled, realizing theirs was locked. I pushed on the door till it opened and I stumbled in, looking around to see Mina looking at me skeptically.

"Why ar-" I pushed past her to the elevator.

"No time to explain, someone is in trouble." I mumble yelled as I stepped into the elevator, hammering on the button till the elevator whirred to life and carried me up. I hopped foot from foot while waiting for the doors to open. They did and I booked it to the unfamiliar door, going to open it, I stopped. My heart beat against my ribcage at a rapid pace, and I took a deep breath, slowly opening the door.

The lights were out and the thin stream of moonlight held almost no contrast. I worried I opened the wrong door, realizing I didn't at a soft whimper. "She hung up…" he murmured, most likely unhearing of me entering. Shutting the door I charged at his futon, pulling the comforter he had back, revealing him curled into the fetal position, his phone screen beaming onto his face. His face was red, his eyes puffy as his phone had my number dialing on it. Slowly his eyes met mine and I felt the familiar sting in mine as I crouched down by his bed, my heart breaking with every passing second.

"Shoto… what's wrong?" I whispered, wiping his face with my thumbs. He grabbed my hands with a vice like grip, his phone long forgotten. 'I'm sorry's' left his mouth like a chant as the tears poured from his eyes, yet with how he held my hands I couldn't wipe them away.

"I couldn't face you." Real words finally tumbled from between his chapped and swollen lips. "My scar, it's such a curse, and even with your words… I couldn't!" He gasped and pulled my hands towards him more. "Am I becoming my father? Will I be just like him? The man I hate the most, am I doomed to be him?" Unable to form words, I weakly shook my head. He threw my hands from his body a scowl forming on his lips. "You're a liar!" He hissed. "I know I will be. And if I don't, I'll just be a failure, which would-" Hearing enough of his self degrading words I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him off his mattress, with a sudden force I hadn't known I had, and he landed on my lap, eyes wide and his mouth open in surprise.

"Shut up." I growled, closing my eyes to stabilize the anger that flowed through my veins. I'm not mad at him. I'm not mad at him. The words played in my mind as I took a deep breath, my eyes opening once more. "You will never be like him. You are so incapable of that! The day you become as vile as him is the day I die, because I..I…" Because I what? Would never love someone that's vile? His brows furrowed sadly and his head fell limp, landing on my shoulder. "What happened? What's the cause of all of this?" He was silent as his arms wrapped around my waist cautiously, scared I might lash out at the action most likely.

"There are so many facts that have been presented to us, I can't deny that you're my soulmate.. but what if I didn't scar? What if you had this scar on your arm, and I didn't have anything. Would you have been upset?" I shook my head, feeling his hair rub my neck from the action.

"No." I croaked out finally, the weight of the situation taking its stand. "I would have just hoped you accepted me with one." Shoto moved his head a bit, but I couldn't tell if he was nodding, shaking his head, or just wiping his nose on my robe.

"I do, I find yours amazing... Done in such a pure manner.. While mine...mine-" His voice was cut off and my shoulder had started to get a weird feeling as his tears slipped down the back of it.

"Yours is a battle scar. It shows that you fought and you lived through it. That you're strong and that alone is brave and even pure on your own part. You were 6, to hell if I'm going to let you think anything less of yourself, of it, or the reasoning that you have one. Now. Tell me. What happened? Was it Momo?" Unintentionally my last three words came out in a low growl as I finally decided to return the comfort, weaving my arms around his body securely. His breath hitched and he pulled his face from my neck as he shook his head.

"No… I'm just worried that I'd do something I regret, that I'd turn into the one person I hate. When he got that scar I was pretty petty with him and rude, but now… he has a scar and I wonder if that means, well that means I have more of a chance to be like him, he looks more like me now after all…." My eyes widened and I chuckled as I let go of him to brush my fingers over his tear stained cheeks.

"You worrying about that shows just how different you are already. It's okay. And… maybe you do, you become more like him.. I'll still be here to knock some sense into you." I nodded firmly and a small smile graced his lips as his face heated up more with every second my hands were on his face. "Shoto, is it really.. is this really all coming from you, and your own thoughts? No one is hurting you, are they?" I whispered, my thumbs in constant motion of wiping his face. After a second he shook his head and I sighed, brushing my hand through his hair, moving his bangs back. He raised a brow but made no motion to move so I leaned up and kissed his scarred forehead. "Please, know you can come to me…" I murmured against his forehead before dropping my face away from his. His eyes looked glazed over, dazelike and a small smile played on his lips as he pulled me closer.

"I..I can't sleep, haven't been able to… Please stay." My eyes widened at the request, brows furrowing.

"Sho… M-Momo…" He didn't respond verbally, instead he took my hand and put it on his head, leaning into me. Oh, he's too far gone… I let a soft laugh escape while I played with his hair, listening to his snores as they lulled me to sleep.

OOOKAYYYY So I doubt y'all are gonna read this part but either way! I'm working hard to get you guys more! So why is Shoto suddenly doubting everything? Where'd this spike of depression come from? And how is it gonna affect you and your attempts to  get closer to Shoto? Stay tuned cause ice already started typing 20! I told you I hit a writing spree!!
~Lisa