change of plans || todoroki shouto x reader

chapter twenty-three

the night was finally over. [name] is finally out of that stuffy, albeit beautiful, dress and feet-destroying shoes. the gala was a success, and the jewelry she wore went up for more than they were hoping for. it's great publicity and it would help a lot of people in need.

now, she's sitting up in her bed, enjoying her last night at home before going back to japan. she has a mug of hot chocolate next to her, ready to watch the entirety of the sports festival.

it was difficult to see two of her friends battling. shinsou should have trained in physical combat as well, she thought. she realized that she wanted shinsou to win. the way he lost his opportunity to be in the hero department was unfair and due to standardized testing. he deserves a chance to be a hero.

nevertheless, she watched the battles. she took note of congratulating uraraka for the great job she did against bakugou. in fact, congratulating all her friends because they all did so well.

when it came to midoriya versus todoroki, she was pretty certain that todoroki would easily win. that's why she was surprised at how well midoriya held up against him. and when it came to the near end of the match, todoroki used his fire. his father cheers from the stands.

f̵̢̛̣̻̟̣̘̯̥͇̘̣̼̠̒̀̅̏̾͌͊͠͠i̷̧̢̮̱͖̻̪̦̤̱̜͗̂̀̈́̏̃͛̒̌̅̓͂͝ŕ̶̮͖̳̘̭̞̺͍̻̮̻̯̘̘͆͜ę̷̧̙͉͉̱̥̰͍̖̺̟͛́̽̒̚͝?̸̭̱̇͊̓̈́̓̓͆̎̎̔̓͆͆̌̕
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̷̝̱̀̈͋̍͛̅͛͘͘͝u̸̢̠̘̗̺̣͔͚͇̘̤͠ͅͅŝ̴͓͈͌͋e̴̛̙̝͚̳̪̯͇̦̻͓̥͋̔̊̂͂́͋ ̴̨̘͓̦̙͚͔̤̂́̂̈́̿͘ͅý̸͉̙̙̗̆̎̉̊͛͋̅̌̂̍͊̄́̈́o̸̡̘̦̫̲̬͖͕̭͖̣̠̙͐͗͆͂̿ͅͅu̴͎̠͕̜͈̞̭̇̊̎̎̿̔͂̓̃̄͠͠͠͝r̶͚͚̜̺͎̈́̍́͐̇͝͝ ̵̻̖̞̰̞̫͆͐̀͆̚͝f̸͈̹̥̭̬͂̍̈́̆̐̅̈̃̒͠i̵̢͚͖̤͎̲̟̖̟͚͕̼̱̬͐͑͋̕ͅr̴̯̙̺̳̣̓̆̈̾̓̀͜ę̵͓̼͍͕̯̞̲̑̆̅̀̔̒̊̒̿͝
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̸̨͕̞̜̟̏F̴̢̧̢͙̩̫̬͇̗̗̳͕̙̺͚̏̊̈͝Į̶̢̱̭̳̹̇͊̈̉̂̍́̑͋͒̐̕͝͠R̷̭̗͉̘̪̭̖̝͊̄̃̀̂͐́͝E̸̛̛̯̒͊͌̀̐͋̌͑̓̽̕͜
̸̡̛̩̟̤̗͙̦̮̙͚̗͈̰̎̏͊̿̈́͐͆́̀
̴̨̬̱͎̮̮͚̻̈́̌̒̍̾̎͐̈́͌͘Ṯ̴̼̝͓͔͈̥̼̮̯͎̣͖̽̿̃̑̊̓̓̑̀͋͘Ḩ̶̨͚̺̖̼̙̬̟̓͗͌E̴̢̗͉͎͈̙̎́͒̄͊͆́̅͂͗̆̋͝͝R̴̭̱̊̍E̶̢̻̹̾͆̐̊͜'̷̢̡̡̢̰̜͉͔̩̲͇̠̼͓̀̇̈́̐̒̊̽͋̈̈́̓̕ͅS̷̺̻͈̬͙̙͈̟̪̟͐͂͑̈́͑̍͘ ̶͍̝̇A̸̡̰̪͌̎͠ͅ ̶̨̨͉͔̙̫̫̺͍̪͇̤̦͛͊͜͠F̵̺͕̔͋I̴̧͉̗̔̒͊̋̈͑͠R̸̦̳͎͔̮̍̌͛͒͑̓̾̈́̏̐̿̃̌̌͋͜ͅE̶̢̠͈͙̳̬̱̰̙̺̅̋́

Ú̵̥̃̊ ̵̛̦͈̭̠̦̗̈̃̂͂͠ͅS̸̛̲̗̭͇̹͙̣͍̠̝͍̭̭̋̆̍͋͘͜ ̶̛̼̥̘̙̼̱̌̇̇̿̓̃̉͐̈́̿̃͊̓̑͜E̷̡̎̈́͋̍͒̒̂̎̂̐̊̓̓͑̓͜ ̷̝͇͙̯̟̼̰͙͔͈̱̪̍͜ͅͅ ̴̨̧͍̤̗͖̫̖͔̍̒͆̒̓̉̍̚͠ ̵̢̧̨̡̛̺̳͇͉͖̯͓̮̝̮̳͒̔̑̈̂͒͑̋̌̕͝Ỹ̵̡̨̺̑͐̑̊̿̀͝͝͝ ̵̨̧̛̯̙̦̮̟̰̙̲̭̼̈́̓͝ ̵̨͚̩̦̼̲̱͍̭̪̯̯̆͜O̴̞͓̹͔̺̳̖̖̭̺͖̺̘͊̏̈́̿̄̅̔ͅȔ̸̡̨̡̪̻͕͖̼̫͖̩̟̯͔̀̀̏̐̑͋̎͑̃̚͝R̶̯̹̰̘͈̱͚͂͌̄̔͑͛̌̀̽ ̸̨̜̟̖̼̞̒̀͊̉̐̎̈ ̵̨̨̖͍̭̣͓̩͔͓̗̄̇F̴̨̭͈̹̪̝̖̲̞̓͜ ̴̹̪̦̭̬̼̳̳͓̫̍͛̏͒̔͛̕ ̴̡̨̟̤̦͓̺̮̯̰̩̳̇̑I̴͓̬̳̊̐͠Ṛ̸̛̣̣̇̌̄̌̓̀́̊͛̂̈͊͝͝ͅ ̸̖̣̞̠̩̑͌̀̉͗̄̀̄̕̕Ȩ̴̝̰̦͕̯͔̖̟̩͔̙̩̄̒̉̑̎̍̓̒́͜͝͝ ̶̛̮̹̯̘̣̿̀̌̔́̈ ̵̢́̈́̔̾̿́̇̔̈́̀̔͌͗͘͝

voices echoes in her ears, a loud ringing coming with it. hell, there's that god awful headache again. she drops her phone, clutching her head, her jaw trembling from the pain. her vision is blurry.

[name] takes several deep breaths. her heartbeat is suddenly faster and she takes her hands off her head and runs it through her hair. she turns off her phone that was still playing the match and chucks it across the room.