Uhm, can i have a little story where the reader is an exchange student from america and misses home, so she's up late one night cooking some american food bc she misses home and like cries while eating it but todo or kiri find them and help them feel better? I'm sorry if i worded this weird, I'm still a little new to requesting things. thank you! ˶âÆâË”
Haha, donât worry, it wasnât weird! I picked Todoroki, hopefully this fits what you wanted! :)
Warnings: Verrry light angst, author being stupid with how Japanese schools work, fluff at the end, potentially ooc Todoroki? Ugh im inexperienced with him
Summary: (Y/n) is a foreign U.S. student at UA. One night she feels very homesick while making nostalgic American food, and Todoroki finds her cryingâŠ
UA was elite, and served not only as a distinguished school in Japan, but also on a global scale. When you sent in your application, you had little hope of moving on to the written and practical exam portion, especially with you being from America. So imagine your surprise when you actually received a letter in the mail informing you that you had been invited to Japan, expenses paid on top of that!Â
Within a week, you and your parents rushed to pack your things into three suitcases and sent you over to Japan on a flight across the Pacific ocean. The whole experience filled you with a mixture of emotions. Of course you were ecstatic to have a chance at attending UA! Surely this was the best school to get you ahead on your hero career. But you couldnât deny the fear that this news struck within you.Â
It was your first time flying alone, and to a foreign country at that. You were leaving your entire life behind in America without much time to say goodbye to your friends and family. While you could speak Japanese, you were far from fluent by native standards. And, on top of all that, you still had to check into your hotel and take the exams before you were actually admitted into UA. What if you had come all this way just to be sent back?Â
By the time you arrive in Japan and retrieve your bags from the baggage claim, it was already 1 in the morning. Exhausted, you waited at the pick up line, looking for the person from UA who should be waiting for you. Eyes tired and heavy, you saw a tall man with spiky blond hair holding a sign with your name on it. He was quite the character, and feeling intimidated, you hesitantly introduce yourself with your amateur Japanese.Â
The man, who introduced himself as one of the teachers at UA and pro-hero Present Mic, was actually very friendly! Despite how weary you felt, you forced a smile, hoping everyone here was as nice as he was. Once you were settled into your hotel, Mic informed you to rest well, for the exams were early the next morning! Leaving you to your room, you leapt into the bed the moment he closed the door.
Without even bothering to change out of your clothes, you fell asleep within seconds, but not before setting an alarm for 7am. As you slept, you werenât aware that within the next 24 hours you would not only be admitted into the UA hero program, but in the top 1-A hero class.
After two weeks into school, you learned a number of things. First, that being from America instantly made you a class celebrity. Every student in class already knew you the moment you first entered the room, and you were unprepared for how many questions you were bombarded with. Though overwhelming, you had to admit that it was a good ice-breaker for making friends!
Second, not every teacher was as kind as Present Mic. Mr. Aizawa was border-line sadistic, and on top of that you got off to a rocky start. Who would have known your newfound fame would also have Aizawa target you for being a distraction. Unfortunately for you, you had to work two times as hard to prove to him you were serious about your education.
Third, life in Japan was significantly different from America. It was a huge culture shock, and you struggled with the social differences between both countries. Despite your frequent mistakes, your classmates were very forgiving, and gave you helpful tips on how to act appropriately in Japan. Though, you found yourself in quite a few embarrassing situationsâŠ
Despite the difficulties, you wore a large smile as time went on. You could feel yourself growing stronger and adapting to life here. You became fast friends with your classmates, especially with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Uraraka even took you under her wing and helped improve your Japanese! Eventually people began to no longer associate you with America. Instead of âthe Americanâ, they viewed you as they did any other hardworking classmate.Â
Even Todoroki, who initially deemed you a distraction, had opened up to you. Much to your surprise, he was actually rather fun to be around despite his cool and intimidating exterior. After Midoriya had introduced you both, you found it much easier to talk to him. Soon your mutual admiration had morphed into a friendship, and you really appreciated his company. While he never showed much interest in where you came from, you appreciated it. It made you feel less like an oddity, like you belonged here.Â
By the time the first semester finals arrived, life in Japan had become routine and normal. Of course you missed some things about home in America, but you were always having so much fun and were so busy that you rarely had time to feel down about it! At leastâŠthatâs what you thought.Â
At night, when you were alone with your own thoughts, you couldnât ignore the waves of home-sickness that overwhelmed you. Sure you had made friends; you would even say Todoroki and Uraraka had become your best friends. But, you still felt hollow when you remembered all of the people you had left behind. The food, the weather, the brands⊠everything was different from what you were used to, and you find yourself missing things as little as a can of coke or some good olâ Kraft mac nâ cheese.Â
During one of your bi-weekly phone calls, you relayed to your mom that you were beginning to miss home. As much as you loved everyone here, it was hard to talk to them about home when they could never really understand where you were coming from. Your mother, however, understood completely. The moment you told her you were homesick, she sent you a small care package in the mail of all of your favorite things! It was packed to the brim with American foods and snacks, and your mouth watered just looking at them all!
You pushed the box under your bed, afraid that your friends may try to steal some of them when you clearly needed it more than them. Your supplies were limited after all. It didnât hurt what they didnât know!
Now, during the nights when you feel homesick and lonely, you would pop out one of your American snacks. You would close your eyes and imagine you were back home in the states, and for a little bit you would feel betterâŠbefore you had to open your eyes again and clean up the empty trash.Â
It was on one of these nights that you decided to make some Kraft mac nâ cheese. You had been saving the box for a particularly hard night, and this oneâŠthis one took the cake. Aizawa had put you all through one of the most excruciating training sessions of the month, and on top of that you hadnât done so hot on one of your quizzes. By now it was too late to call your mom for comfort, and you felt very, very alone.Â
You were tired, but you couldnât sleep. So, grabbing the box of Kraft, you quietly snuck out from your dorm to the common room so you could make your food. The common room usually buzzed with activity, but now with most people retired to their rooms, it was quiet. You leaned on the counter, watching the pot for the water to boil.Â
Time seemed to slow as you absent-mindedly drained the noodles. The moment you ripped open the cheese pouch and got a whiff of that smell, you felt your lip tremble a little. You felt awful.Â
Making yourself a bowl, you sat down at the table and stared into the food you had made. Your mouth watered as you lifted a spoonful to your mouth, closing your eyes as you ate. Like those many nights before, you tried to imagine you were sitting at your kitchen table back home in AmericaâŠbut you couldnât escape.Â
When you opened your eyes your vision was blurred with tears. Sniffling, you forced another spoonful into your mouth desperately hoping it could fill the void in your stomach. It didnât. Setting the spoon back into the bowl, you rubbed your eyes with your sleeve, little sobs retching out of you. All this time you had refused to cry. All this time you had refused to show anyone how lonely you were. Finally, months of repressed emotion came pouring out.
Overwhelmed, you almost didnât hear the voice from behind you. â(Y/n)?â You couldnât respond, trying to quiet your sobs as the person approached you. Looking up, you saw Todoroki take a seat in front of you, concern written all over his usually emotionless face. Your tear-stained face felt hot with embarrassment. You had hoped everyone was asleep by now, but here you were, caught, sobbing over your food. You tried to hide your face, feeling pathetic. Â
â(Y/n),â Todoroki said more firmly, placing his hands on your forearms to reveal your face. Forced to look him in the eye, you felt your body shake and you laughed pitifully.
âIâm pathetic arenât I?â you asked him, your voice congested with tears. âIâm sorry you had to see me like this,â you cried. Todoroki didnât speak for a moment, his eyes piercing.Â
With his hands still holding you gently, he asked you in a very serious tone. âDid someone hurt you?â You were already shaking your head, sniffling. He left out a relieved sigh, his eyes softening immensely as he looked at you. âWhy are you so distraught?â
Again, you felt yourself laugh sadly. âItâs stupid, itâsâŠâ Todorki shook his head at this, causing your lip to tremble as more tears spilled from your eyes. âI-I just really miss everything. My home, my family,â you looked as your bowl of still steaming mac and cheese, âthe foodâŠeverything.â Surprising you, Todoroki lifted a hand to gently brush away a stray tear. Never since you met him had he been so tender with you.
âYouâre homesick,â he mumbled more to himself than you. Hearing it aloud was enough to send tremors through you, another wave of emotion overtaking you. Letting you cry it out, you felt his hand take and squeeze your own. The pressure was reassuring. As you finished, you heard him speak softly to you. âTell me about it.âÂ
You blinked, a surprised look crossing your teary eyes. âAbout America?â Ever since you met, Todoroki had never expressed interest in the United States. That was one of the reasons you liked hanging out with him at first. Seeing him ask about it now was unexpected to say the least.Â
Todoroki shook his head. âNot about America, about your home.â You blinked. His request was so much different than everyone elseâs. People were usually only interested in the school system, or the politics, or the culture. His eyes were so serious, you couldnât help but feel a little flattered that he actually wanted to hear about your past.Â
You sniffed, wiping your eyes. âWell,â you began, âI had this one friendâŠâ you began to tell him about your past-life, from your friendships, to your family, to your favorite places to go in your home-town. It was the first time you had spoken about it to anyone at UA, and seeing how intently Todoroki listened to you made you feel as if every word you said was important. The whole while you spoke his hands encased yours, letting you know in a tangible language that he was there. You talked until your voice ran dry and your food was cold.Â
You finished talking, and your eyes felt heavy. You were exhausted from crying, and by now it was very late. Todoroki was already helping you to your feet when you yawned. âIâll clean this up for you,â he said, looking into your face. âYou should get to bed. Can you walk?âÂ
You felt your heart flutter at his concern for you. âYes,â you said, voice tired. Todoroki looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, unconvinced. Silently, he reached out and lifted you into his arms effortlessly. Feeling heat rise to your face, you went silent, wrapping your arms around him to better balance yourself.Â
As if you were as light as a feather, he carried you back to your dorm, using one hand to carefully open your door without dropping you. Once he made it to the side of your bed, he gently sat you down. âIâm going to go clean up,â he spoke, his eyes running over your form. âWill you be alright on your own?â You nodded, still flustered from your ride.
Todoroki seemed assured, turning to leave. In a moment of panic, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. âW-Wait,â you began, eyes wide as he pauses to look back at you. âThank youâŠfor staying up with me and for listening.â You looked down, shy. Feeling a slight pressure on your forehead, you glance back up to see Todoroki pulling away.
âYouâre welcome, (Y/n),â he said softly, a fond look in his eyes. âIâll check in with you tomorrow. For now you should get some rest. Sweet dreams.â Quietly, he left the room and shut the door, leaving you wondering if he had even been there at all.Â
Rolling over in your bed, you felt a fuzzy feeling in your chest as you remembered how he kissed your forehead just a minute ago. Suddenly, you didnât feel quite so alone.Â
