˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ , ⁱᵗ ' ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃ ˡⁱᵉ .

at this point, it would be safe to say that over the last 24 hrs shoto's stupid text has put you through the 7 stages of grief (even though he didn't die and you were experiencing said stages in the wrong order). the stage you were going through now, as you stormed down the pristinely clean halls of hosu general hospital, was anger.

you seriously have a problem with being quiet in hospitals. you probably should deal with that issue at some point.

your scowling eyes scanned the number plaques until you saw the one written on the paper endeavor handed you, with an eye roll, when he dropped you off moments ago. the no. 087  seemed to be staring you down, shoto's hospital room. 

you thought back to how you felt last night, how shoto proclaimed his love for you only to say goodbye. he installed the image of his death into your heart for a full night, it probably would've lasted longer if you didn't pressure endeavor to tell you about his well-being.

oh and you were furious. you showed such an uncomfortable amount of vulnerability it made you want to vomit. and the bastard didn't even send you a quick text to ease your worries, your worries for him. no, he had you waiting, begging for his welfare. 

and if there's one thing that's certain is that you don't beg.

***

shoto quietly stares out the window as iida finally gets some news from his doctor. shoto had this nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. it was like an itch in his brain that he couldn't quite scratch. 

'did i leave something at home? is it someone's birthday?'

shoto thinks long and hard about this notion, no luck with what he had forgotten. then, the door suddenly opens, revealing midoryia with a cheery smile on his face as he clutches his phone to his chest.

"ah iida-kun, uraraka-san just called to make sure we were okay. she says she hopes that you're alright." midoryia smiles.

"thank you for telling me, midoriya-san! please relay a message of my gratitude to her please, i don't believe i will have the chance to contact her later."

oh. 

shoto realizes that his phone was on the other side of the room. he hasn't been able to check the time or anything; that must've been what he had forgotten.

***

shoto stands up and grabs his phone, he tilts his head at his screen. it was filled with notifications, missed calls, unread messages from- 

"y/n-senpai? what are you-"

you dramatically burst through the door, charging straight for him and grabbing him by his hospital gown. "how dare you, shoto todoroki! you just texted me to say your goodbyes as if you were going to die! i thought you..." your brain malfunctions with how much you wanted to say, and how much you were feeling. so, you just smash your lips on his, pulling away before he could even process what was happening. then, you slap him across the face. "y-you know...doesn't matter, just fuck you! you should've texted me!"

"i am...very confused." shoto blinks owlishly at you as his hand holds his redden cheek. "you kissed me, then...slapped me."

"yes-"

"fairly hard."

"well, maybe, if you weren't such an asshat it would've just been a kiss!" you scold.

"really?" shoto says a bit too loud, given the setting, but it's not like you ever minded your volume when inside a hospital anyway.

his uncharacteristic enthusiasm catches you off guard, causing you to flush and your voice to get shyer. "uh yeah, probably-"

"does this mean you hold me in a romantic regard?" he asks genuinely, almost like a child clarifying something obvious.

"uh-"

shoto states a matter a factly, "because kissing is a romantic act."

"i know what kissing means!" you interrupt quickly.

"so, can we go on a date now?" shoto explains. "i intend to take you on one."

"s-shut up."

"...?" shoto blinks, it was evident he was waiting for an answer.

"okay, yes, we can." you sigh, "text me about it later, maybe. if you can manage that!"

"oh...i think messaging you back...was the thing i had forgotten." shoto realizes, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance.

"jesus fucking christ, i can't believe i fell in love with such a dumb icy prick!" you angrily face-palm. 

"ah uh, a dumb icy prick?" shoto points to himself. "as in me, right?"

"are you?!" you were almost speechless at how dense he was, almost... "who else would i be talking about?! it's pretty fucking obvious i'm in love with you dipshit-"

"ahem..." manual interrupts, causing your eyes to go wide as you guys made awkward eye contact.

"oh, are you wounded kids awake?" gran torino asks aloud, midoryia gives the old man a curt nod.

"the police chief would like to have a word with you...three." manual says slowly, looking off to the side.

"right, uh, yeah. i'll be going now." you stammer, quickly gathering yourself, so you could get the fuck out.

"it's just-" manual starts.

"don't worry, completely understand." you were almost out the door when you noticed izuku and iida for the first time. it dawns on you that they had front-row seats to the entire charade and you begin to have an existential crisis due to total humiliation. "oh, hello iida and midoryia. heh, uh, bye iida and midoryia..."

"goodbye, l/n-san!" iida replies, without his hand motions though (cause you know...).

"um yeah...bye l/n-senpai..." midoryia says with a stiff wave, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"y/n-senpai, i will message you later to ask you on a date with intent." shoto announces without a trace of shame or embarrassment, even in front of two pro heroes, both of whom he'd never met to your knowledge. 

shoto's obliviousness amazes you every time.

"i-" you give him a weary smile to his cuteness with a heated face, "okay yes, just bye shoto!"

"bye y/n."

***

you open the door of the blacked-out car, that was parked right where you left it. the reality of the situation set in and so did the embarrassment. you and endeavor sit in silence, he watches as you sit motionless, staring off into space. 

your face was drained of emotion, it looked like you just came back from a war. he was very curious about what happened in there and almost concerned?

"what-"

"no, just drive." you mutter, covering your face in your hands, your voice becoming muffled. "please."

 ✁♥↳ ⁱ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ ' ᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵐʸ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱᵉ ...⌟⁂