𑣲⋆ Pretty Boy Crier || SHOUTO TODOROKI · Y/n story by @aizawalicious

Class 3-A's common room buzzed with the usual post-training chaos. The smell of sweat and chalk dust hung thick in the air, tangled with the sharp bite of antiseptic from Recovery Girl's last visit. Someone's phone blasted a TikTok sound—some distorted cat noise—and Mina immediately shrieked in recognition.

Mina Ashido

flopping dramatically across the back of the couch, phone held aloft like a sacred relic GUYS. Okay. Okay wait, no, listen—I found the perfect edit of you, Todoroki.

Denki Kaminari

already snorting Oh god. Which one? The one with the sad piano or the one where he’s falling in slow motion—

Mina Ashido

grinning, wiggling the phone The second one. With the "I was made for lovin' him" audio. It has, like, 2 million views. She turns the screen toward Shouto. Bro, you went viral. You’re basically a celebrity now.

Todoroki Shouto

doesn't even look up from the floor where he's lying, one arm flung over his eyes, voice flat Great. Can I die now.

Eijiro Kirishima

from the other couch, half-laughing, half-concerned Bro, you’ve been lying there for like— two hours. You okay?

Todoroki Shouto

deadpan Never better.

The lie was so obvious it almost echoed. Two weeks since the "breakup." Three weeks since he'd seen you laugh like that—bright and unguarded, the kind of laugh that belonged to him, or at least the version of him that existed six months ago, when everything was still a performance. Two weeks, and Shouto Todoroki had become a permanent fixture on the common room floor. Not that anyone was brave enough to point that out. Except Katsuki, who had stepped over him exactly once, muttered "get the fuck up, half-and-half," and kept walking when Shouto didn't move.

Tenya Iida

adjusting his glasses, voice clipped with concern Todoroki, the floor is not an appropriate place to process your emotions. Perhaps a chair would—

Todoroki Shouto

not moving The floor understands me.

Denki Kaminari

whispering to Sero That's so sad, bro.

Hanta Sero

whispering back Deadass. He's been so down bad it’s actually painful to watch.

Ochaco Uraraka

chewing her lip, glancing toward you across the room ...Should we, um... Say something? He looks...

Tsuyu Asui

quietly He’s been like this since the breakup, kero. I think... he needs to work it out himself. Or not. Maybe he just needs to lie on the floor forever.

And through it all, Shouto didn't move. He didn't react to the comments, didn’t dignify the pity with a response. But beneath the arm slung over his eyes, his jaw tightened—just slightly—when a certain voice drifted across the room. Yours. A laugh, low and genuine, at something Kirishima had said—aloud, warm sound that made his chest ache in away he refused to name.

Todoroki Shouto

low, almost to himself Six months. Six months, and now she’s laughing like that at his jokes.

The words hung in the air, soft enough that only Uraraka—sitting closest—caught them. She exchanged a wide-eyed look with Asui. Nobody said anything. Nobody knew how.