“I,” he says, sounding choked even to his own ears. It makes him feel weak, the idea of admitting that he is truly alone in a sea full of people who all have someone.
“Hm?” Midoriya asks, looking up at Shouto curiously when he doesn’t continue.
“I don’t,” Shouto grits out, “have anyone waiting for me.”
He almost spins around and runs, embarrassment coloring his face. He feels queasy, like they know he doesn’t belong here, amongst all the greatest future heroes in Japan. With his disfigured face and his powerless body, his hands that can’t do what they’re supposed to. And here he is, practically begging his new acquaintances for a scrap to eat, metaphorically speaking. The silence stretches on for far too long for his liking, yet only a few seconds have passed before Midoriya says “Oh!” and smiles so wide it has to hurt.
“Then eat with us today, Todoroki-kun!” Uraraka says, like it’s just that simple.
Author - @djbunn3
