todoroki ♡
* / @fullcowled.
hesitancy, hesitancy. the steady pace of his heart- rate increases & he knows why but he doesn’t want to. it feels like some bomb, ticking, tempo rising, some impending doom, unchangeable, at his finger tips. how long has it been ? months, now… months that he’s known, that is. he sits with noodles atop the table that separates them & no one has yet to join them in their placement – to all of his relief. maybe that’s why he thought now, some mediocre moment in which they’re alone, but not alone, drowned out by the voices that murmur around them. no one knew what anyone was saying… not unless they were less than thirty centimeters away from their face.
a light sweat drips against his jaw – nervousness doesn’t suit him. chopsticks still rest, paired over his bowl, & despite his usual approach, he’s yet to touch his food. his hands are folded in his lap & both eyes divert their attention to some sign, unreadable, on the wall to their left. he lets out a breath & speaks, poses a question of permissions yet to be granted. he wants midoriya – izuku – midoriya to have some sense of the seriousness he paints into the air. the silence breaks like shattered glass.
❛ – can i talk to you about something ? ❜
there are nerves that sit in the very pit of his stomach ; sitting, and dwelling ... building more and more with every moment he spent with todoroki. it was in-explainable, really: the way he felt, emotions caving on him suddenly ( he’d never felt this way before ) —- and the only option available to him being to simply ignore them. he’d never shout them out, the fact that he was somehow capable of feeling both happy and scared each time he was close to the other ... how he felt so many emotions so strongly without being able to explain how that could possibly be.
the invite to go out for a bite was hardly considered, the offer accepted in an instant; the way he jumped out of bed, and the regret he felt about how quickly he admitted to the other that he had originally put his shirt on inside out and didn’t realize it until he was already out the door. although this much was normal ... the way izuku was able to so casually confess to his silly mistakes, knowing that they wouldn’t be judged by the other, yet feeling a strange embarrassment for days on end about the ordeals regardless.
‘ did they get your order wrong? ’ and of course he’d notice this much ... the way the other had spaced out, staring aimlessly —- so fixated on something that he didn’t even process izuku’s question. there’s a bit of a panic the seeps into his heart at the thought of something bothering todoroki ... nimble digits lifting his boxed milk, slowly sipping it in the hopes that the other would snap back sooner rather than later. —— his wish is granted ( ! ) todoroki speaking, a question shattering the silent atmosphere ... and phrase regrettably causing said milk to shoot from his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the table, one hand shifting to cover the embarrassment that flashed onto his face, and the other reaching for the nearest napkin. ‘ y-yeah! what is it? ’