Todoroki X Reader: When Pure Black Meets Half White

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Guys I've been using easy literature so far but i see that you liked the plot. So I'm starting to write full of it's okay. If you don't like it, comment or message me, I'd be happy to hear from you. ~author

The room smells like detergent and it's humid inside. Pulling off the stiff jacket, I start reading the book  I should have finished a long time ago.

The death of the two lovers had a great impact on both families. Natalie had seen the beauty in his darkness, and Andre the darkness in her beauty. While their lifeless bodies laid on the hard wood floor, their eternal love for each other continued to exist "in the halls of Valhalla". And this, my dear reader, is the end of the monster girl and the soulless boy.

I stare at the black ink words for a moment too long. "Interesting." I think. Monster girl and soulless boy. How ironic...

I close the hard cover over the old book. The book itself is finished, but the memory it carries is the reason I put it back in my backpack. I want to read it again. I want to dream him, with me, reading over my shoulder.

Aizawa Sensei rolls in the classroom with visibly purple bags under his eyes. He has a cup of coffee in hand, and I can see the steam hitting his face as he smells it. Unreadable as ever, he looks at the class.

I'm sitting next to him, but he isn't here -yet. See, actually not many people are here. Only me, the pinkish skinned girl -whom I think was named Mina-, Kaminari Denki talking to Kirishima Eijirou. The two boys shoot a look at me as I let out a heavy sigh. Kaminari walks around his desk and towards me.

As he launches his hands in my desk, I stare at a specific tile on the floor. It's just sitting there, no different than others. I raise my head and look at Kaminari. His blond hair is stroked with a black lightning mark. He has a silly smile on, like everything is okay.

"So, tell me." He starts, leaning on the desk. I cross my arms. "What happened between you and the pretty boy?" I smile bitterly. Pathetic. Pathetic, I can't even say it out loud. I clench my fists at my sides. "Well, my friend, I believe you should ask that question to Todoroki rather than me." I answer, the bitter gesture still on. Kaminari nods, and his smile drops. "You know, I always thought you were a nice girl since the first day. I was thinking...if you are feeling lonely, feel free to join us for lunch." He smiles sweetly, and stands up straight. "See you around." Heading back to his desk, I follow him with my eyes. I put my elbows on the desk, and hide my head between them.

Kaminari is a good fellow. However, if there's something I do not know about what happened last weekend, and if I totally misunderstood Todoroki, this will get terribly complicating.

I put up a silent promise to myself that I won't investigate this anymore since it's getting in the way of other friendships now. "Sorry, friend" I mutter, "This now is the end of us."

The bell goes off, and there are more people I now. Aizawa is still sitting behind his desk, staring at his cup of coffee. Izuku walks up to me before sitting at his desk.

"Hey." He says, holding the stripes of his backpack. I raise my head to see his freckled face looking serious. "Are you Okay? You look ill." I nod silently. Why is he here? Since when are we still...close? We don't interact except the time she needs to be somewhere as quick as possible.

He puts down the backpack and pulls out a blank notebook and a single black pen. "I realized it is your birthday this Wednesday. So...here's a gift." He hands the present to me, slightly bowing. I bow back, and thank him kindly. He turns to go to his desk, but stops before actually moving. "A-Also...were going to the beach...if you wanted to come?" He asks, a blast of primrose red sitting ghastly on his face. I sit back on my chair. If I go with them, then maybe I will have some fun and forget about this nonsense.

"Yes, actually. I'd love to come." I answer, making his face even a brighter red. "O-oh Great! Me, Uraraka and Iida are going. See you..after school." He walks to his desk dreamily, and I turn my attention to the front of the class.

Where he is standing  and staring though my soul. His eyes are piercing through me and I don't know what to do, so I put on a dead stare. He looks away, his stern gesture returning his face instead of the sickly pale white one, and make his way to the desk.

He sits quietly beside me, and I don't make a sound or show I acknowledge his existence. I ignore him and the sounds he makes as he sits down on his chair. Aizawa gets up, walks to the front of the room, and starts talking as usual.

Apparently, we have gym and a presentation about provincial licenses after. He gives us some time to get in our gym clothes, and the class leaves through the door towards the gym.

While I enter, the crowd is like a whirlpool, dragging me with them. I see some familiar faces but here are others too, and the people push me around. I can't control where I am going.

I swing myself out of the crazy crowd, and hit the wall behind me softly. I stare at the crowd. There is only one person who is not being dragged around.

Him.

He walks towards me lining the wall, and the floor seems to sway beneath my feet. If he talks to me, and asks me something about what happened yesterday...I will have to tell him. I will have to explain him everything while he does not deserve it.

He gets closer by second, and I can see a slight hint of anxiety in his face too. I'm good at hiding my feelings, at least. He stops a few feet away from me.

"You want an explanation. And so what one, too." He states coldly. I gulp down the answer and keep staring  at the crowd. "You can't just ignore me. I know you're sad, or angry, or whatever but you can't ignore me." I look at him, my face blank. "And why would that be?" I ask. "Because someone did something and changed your mind in less than 24 hours?" He sighs and looks away. "I'm...sorry." He mutters. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I acted unreasonable And unmindful. I'm sorry. But you need to tell me why you didn't listen to me when I told you to leave." I look at the polished gym floor, shining with the lights. "I can't give you one." I say. "Because you won't give me the one I need." He takes a deep breath. "Can we talk this out?" He asks. "Can we? I don't think we can. Because you know, people don't talk to monsters." I turn my back to him. "That's genuinely all I remember. I was...changing. Going past my limits. To protect you. I lost almost everything human in me for the sake of protecting you. Then you called me a monster." I sigh. "So I flew away."

Walking away, I leave him right there standing. I can feel his eyes on me like I did the day we met, but this time I won't fall for that.

I walk away. I walk away from him, from the things we had, from my "loving and caring boyfriend."

I walk away. With a single thought in my mind. "Don't ever look back."