"I really like you. I know it's my fault that you are like that right now and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I couldn't prevent it. But can I say something? If I really think about it, I hadn't even wanted to prevent it." He laughed dryly, looking at Todoroki with fluttering eyelids and quivering lips. "Maybe it's for the best now that you're... Maybe I deserve it..."
Midoriya liked.. him? It was hard to believe. This had to be a joke, didn’t it? “Like what?” He whispered, distantly, not daring to even look at the other. “I’m fine, Midoriya.” He didn’t understand, really. Then again, that may have been the cloudiness of his mind.
He’d gotten hurt, not too badly, but he couldn’t really remember how, “The best that I’m what? Midoriya, you’re not making any sense-” It didn’t. Midoriya liked him but didn’t want to prevent him being hurt, it was contradictory at best. “Deserve what?”
Maybe Shoto just wasn’t worth Midoriya’s time, maybe that was what this was. “What… are you trying to say?”