Oblivious Todoroki X Hero Partner Reader

Oblivious Todoroki x Hero Partner Reader

Part3

“So- uhm.” You nervously try to find a way to say goodbye, or even work up the courage to invite him in like Ochaco had suggested. But the uncomfortable silence remained uncomfortable even after your shaking words filled the space around you. “Did you like the exhibit?”

“I did, you?” You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, trying not to be upset with the way his eyes hadn’t left his dash, even after he’s asked his question. Did he even care for your answer? “I know you’d been talking about it for a while.”

“I did. Especially the UA section, really takes me back. You know?” An uncomfortable chuckle leaves and you feel heat rising to your cheeks as he still looks at his dash. You were boring him, surely. The look of absolute boredom covered his face the moment you’d slid into his passenger seat 20 minutes ago. “Okay, I’ll uh- see you Monday.”

The cold air whips around you, stinging your already tear stained cheeks as you struggling with your keys at the front door. You were embarrassed- no, humiliated. You spent hours on FaceTime with Ochaco, making sure your outfit and make up were absolutely perfect. You’d given yourself multiple pep talks in the hour before he arrived at exactly 4:30, telling yourself that it was real- it was finally happening.

All for nothing. He paid for your meal at the Cafe, even held the door for you to enter the Museum you’d been so excited to go to. But when the two of you walked through the Hero exhibit, he kept his eyes on the floor and his hands shoved deep into his pockets as you tried desperately to keep a conversation. Unless you were asking him a question, he said nothing and nodded his head to everything you’d said.

Inside your bedroom you have to laugh, even though you wore the outfit he’d told you to- you tried on dozen s of other options and threw them around your room when you inevitably hated every single one. Now not only did your heart feel like a weight in your chest, but now you had to clean the mess you’d made for absolutely no reason. He didn’t even look at what you’d been wearing, much less care.

Instead of cleaning the mess, you shove the clothes still on your mattress to the floor so you can throw yourself into a ball on top of your plush blankets and let the humiliation sink in. You could understand not holding hands, or walking arm in arm- but no conversation? He must’ve realized you thought it was a date and he felt sorry for you and kept-.

Three solid knocks pull you from your self pitty, earning a groan as you wipe your face with the sleeve of your sweater. It had to be your neighbor, who always conveniently ran out of milk or sugar every weekend. You’d offered to buy her extra when you’d go grocery shopping, but she always declined and told you not to worry. As if knocking on your door at 8pm was a better solution for either of you.

“Ms.Lennon, I don’t have any-.” You were rolling your eyes, swinging the door open to scold your neighbor, not noticing Shoto, who stood awkwardly on your doorstep. “-oh. I thought you were my neighbor.”

You notice your purse in his hand, the one you’d left at his sisters dinner, swinging by the strap as his eyebrows pull together. He was staring at you as if you’d grown a 3rd eye in the 5 minutes since you’d left his car, deep in thought by the time you clear your throat. His staring instantly caused the hair on your skin to rise and your stomach to ache in insecurity.

“You’re crying.” He doesn’t wait to be invited in, using his palm to further open the door as you begin to wipe aggressively at the makeup you assumed had streamed down your face. “Is something wrong?”

Was he really this oblivious? Did he truly not notice a single thing that had happened tonight? You couldn’t believe he’d truly been unaware how desperately you were trying to save your ‘date’ and how miserably you failed.

“Did you need something?” You ask, closing your front door. For once you wished it had been Mrs. Lennon on your doorstep. “I’m about to head to bed.”

“I was returning your bag.” The black bag is placed on the table beside your door, right next to your keys that you had slammed so hard they knocked your catch all to the floor. “Why were you crying?”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.” You didn’t care that he followed you, his footsteps pausing once you’ve made it back to your room and into your bed. “Don’t mind the mess, I just- tried a bit too hard.”

“For what?” You were thankful your eyes were closed, otherwise you’d see the disgusted face you assumed he wore seeing your room in such shambles. “For the museum?”

“Go home, I’ll see you at work.” Usually you could handle and actually enjoyed the way things took a while to click in his head, but not tonight. Not when you’d been waiting years for the day he took you on a date, only to expect too much and end up hurt and confused. “I’m sure-.”

“Forgive me for cutting you off, but you’re upset and I’m confused.” You scold yourself for scoffing, but pull your blanket over your head as he continues. “You said you enjoyed the exhibit? Was that not true? Were you disappointed?”

“No, Shoto. I did enjoy the exhibit. It was really cool, and I loved every display. I wasn’t disappointed with the exhibit.” You feel the bed beside your feet dip, and your blanket pull tighter around you as Shoto sits at the foot of your bed. “I’ll be fine before work tomorrow, I promise.”

“Were you disappointed with me?” His question seems to freeze your entire body in place, your fingers that had been twisting around your ring stop, and you swear your heart did to. He sounded upset, maybe even a little defeated. “I apologize if my company was uncomfortable, or if I did anything to make you feel that way.”

“You do not make me uncomfortable, get that through your head.” It didn’t matter that your feelings were hurt, his constant assumption that he made you uncomfortable was starting to dig deeply under your skin. “I’m upset, but you don’t make me uncomfortable- most of the time.”

“So, I did tonight then?” Yes, his silence and avoidance made you want to shrivel up and disappear, but that isn’t why you were upset. “I should’ve clarified, I know you and I had two entirely different ideas of what tonight was meant to be. I didn’t intend for my invitation to make you uncomfortable.”

So it wasn’t a date like you hoped. You were right. Ochaco was probably confused and misread her conversation with the man whose leg had begun to bounce nervously.

“It’s fine, I should have known after all these years you didn’t return my feelings. I don’t want you to feel guilty about my misreading of last night.” Sitting up, you see finally after all these hours, his eyes were on you and they didn’t move. Not even as yours dart to a pile of clothes in the floor. “Despite the fact you hadn’t asked me to be your date, I still enjoyed the exhibit. So thank you for taking me.”

“I feel there is even more I’m not understanding.” His head shakes, but his eyes stay on you. “I did intend for tonight to be a date, I assumed you hadn’t.”

“What?” Now you were confused. Had he never been on a date? Did he not know how antidate he’d been tonight? Who were you kidding, of course he didn’t. “If you intended for it to be a date- why couldn’t you look at me? Or speak to me? I-I thought I misread your invitation and you realized I thought it was a date and you were uncomfortable.”

“I’m not sure, I didn’t think you could see how uncomfortable I was.” A blind person could’ve seen it. He looked like an annoyed father taking his daughter to buy her first bra. Uncomfortable and ready to leave. “Everything went well at the cafe, but I noticed you kept texting someone and got the impression you were trying to find a reason to leave.”

“I was texting Ochaco, not trying to leave.” Now you felt terrible, it was your fault he couldn’t look at you. He thought you were going to ditch him. “She- she’s been helping me. Giving me advice on what I should do.”

“I see.” His eyes leave yours, his head falling to his hands that prop themselves on his knees. Even though you felt ridiculous, you felt relieved. You both were too nervous for your own good. “She’d been helping me as well, which is why I was so confused. She never told me your feelings for me, but I figured she wouldn’t help me if you didn’t have any.”

“How about we get some sleep and we can revisit this later?” You both had to be up early for patrol, and if you had any luck, your nervous thoughts might allow you a few hours of sleep. “We both misunderstood each other, and I feel ridiculous for crying about it.”

“And I feel terrible I made you cry, that’s the last thing I wanted.” His hand leaves his chin, moving to rest gently on your blanket covered knee. The gesture made your heart race, even if you’d been upset 5 minutes ago. “I’m truly sorry I made you upset, I let my nervous thoughts cloud my judgement and I won’t let it happen again.”

“Nervous?” You’d never seen him nervous, not unless you consider his UA smiling fiasco. He’d worked beside you for years, and not once had he ever seemed nervous. “I make you nervous?”

“Terribly. You always have.” Had you heard him correctly? ‘Always’? “I thought after Fuyumi had invited you to dinner and you had Soba with me after work- that maybe there had been enough time for you to be less uncomfortable if I acted on my feelings.”

There’s that word again. Uncomfortable.

“I’ve never been uncomfortable, I’m the one who was nervous. Was it not obvious?” From shaking hands, being caught staring or even this conversation itself, it was clear you were far more nervous than he’d ever been. “Go get some sleep, we’ll talk about this tomorrow alright?”

“If I ask you to dinner tomorrow after work, would you go as my date?” A smile spreads across your make up stained face, he was adorable and you appreciated he’d clarified for the both of you he was asking you on a date. “If tonight was too much for you, don’t-.”

“I’d love to be your date.”

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Okay, angst is out of the way 🫡

-Parchy💖

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