He’s a damn nerd. I am laughing in the middle of class.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been on here much. I’ve been in a low point and I’m working on final assignments. I might not be on much until next week. But I will try. I hope you’re all doing okay!

          Cute pop music? That wasn’t something he expected, so he looked at the blond curiously. He could see Bakugō as someone with such a playlist, maybe that was why he offered the critique, but he did not want to ask. “Is that so…” he mused aloud as he fished out his phone from his pocket, entered the passcode, and held it out to him. “You can check if you want, I don’t think there is anything too ‘cute’ in there.” but who knew? Some of the girls in the class sent him music sometimes, maybe that would count.

          This was also reminding him that he needed to get a haircut. It had been a long time, and he was getting a little shaggy. “I like your hair too,” it might sound lame, or like he was not truly appreciative of the compliment but he wanted to believe Midoriya knew he was being genuine. You and Asui - It suits you both very well.”

          Given his conflicting emotions about certain parts of his appearance, he was momentarily unsure how he should respond. His blue eye was the source of a lot of grief, and his eyes were often cold and distant. He was working on getting them to be warmer, but the boy knew he still had a lot to work on. Todoroki rose his hand and lightly scratched his scarred skin. “Thank you, Kaminari.”

          He was right to be worried. He was not proving to be that great of a hero in terms of being able to progress in his behaviour. He understood Midoriya’s worry. It was rightfully placed. “I know... I do not know what I was thinking. I gave in to a careless thought. I am just glad that Tetstetsu seems to be alright. I’m more worried about Iida.”