It was ten o'clock in the evening.
Todoroki was supposed to be on his way to the dorm, he would be staying in from that day on. Instead, he was standing in the hallway of the academy's musical section, looking into a room with no one inside.
The dim light flickered weakly, as he continued to stare into the room, no sign of wanting to go away. He knew he wasn't supposed to be there.
He was in the wrong section, and even then, it was already late, and he just should have resumed his steps to his dorm, so that he finally could have seen his new room and catch some sleep.
But he couldn't tear his eyes away and without really noticing it, he walked into the room. Then he stopped walking and stretched his hand out to touch something.
A piano.
It was not very large, but it had a warm feeling to it and he could see his face being reflected in its black colour. He didn't like his face, but the colour was pretty and everything looked well-cleaned. Then his gaze wandered to the keys, and in that moment he knew he should just have stopped and left.
But there was a quiet voice in his head, which told him, that he shouldn't run away. He was tempted to listen to the voice. He really was, but the reasonable part of him knew he couldn't.
He turned away, planning to forget about this all and leaving to search for his dorm. He gripped his bag tightly and took one step.
Then he sighed in disappointment.
He couldn't go away; his mind was screaming at him. He dropped his bag and walked back to the piano. Then he sat down on the chair and looked at the keys. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. So, with a sigh, he moved his hands and pressed some keys, to get used to the sound. Wrong. He shouldn't sit there.
Slowly, he got used to the sound and then he started playing. Stop. He shouldn't be playing. But he got lost in the melody, and it was so damn fun. He couldn't stop, in fact, he played even more aggressively. No one was there to stop him and he felt so free. Everything sounded correct for once and he could play and play – until he suddenly heard a crashing sound.
He opened his eyes – when did he even close them – and looked to the door. Todoroki saw green. Green hair and green eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark surroundings. A boy stood there looking at him, with a surprised expression on his face… and were that tears on his face? The boy was crying, and Todoroki felt his heart speed up. Why was the boy crying?! He wanted to say something, but he couldn't form any correct words.
"Uh…"
And then the boy blinked and looked at the ground, where his bag laid. He slowly knelt and picked it up. Then he stood up and wiped the tears of with the sleeve of his sweater. He mumbled something, and Todoroki couldn't really understand what.
"What are you mumbling about?"
The boy looked up, his cheeks were red and he seemed pretty embarrassed in that moment.
"I c-couldn't help but stop and listen to you, since y-you played so well… and I'm… uh…. I'm really sorry!"
With that the other turned around and ran away, leaving a stunned Todoroki behind.
What in the hell just happened?
After he finally calmed down, he left the room, with his bag in his hands. He arrived at his dorm, and noticed that all the lights were off. 'My roommate must be sleeping.' With that he quietly walked to the open room and looked in. No one was in there, meaning it was probably his room. Closing the door behind him, he walked to his bed and left his bag somewhere on the floor.
He was so goddamn tired, so he fell asleep the moment he laid down.
He woke up the next morning and immediately, searched for his phone. As he looked at the time, he laid back, with a small sigh. Was he seriously awake at six in the morning? Minutes later, Todoroki decided he couldn't sleep anymore, so he stood up. Grabbing something to eat, was his only thought as he left his room.
On his search for food, he heard voices talking loudly. Irritated and a bit curious, he walked into the direction he heard them. He stopped in his steps, and blinked at the sight before him.
A crowd of students was standing in the middle of a hallway, talking excitedly to each other. And as he followed some boy's gaze, he understood why. For a moment he stopped breathing, at the sight before him.
On a wall, in many various colours, were two wings painted.
They looked realistic, but they had a touch of fantasy in them. The colours were well-chosen and seemed to bring each other out.
"Do you like the wings?"
Todoroki nodded in a trance, unable to look away. "They are very detailed and the colours... the colours are fitting."
"I'm happy to hear that. I tried my best."
His eyes widened at the other person's words, and suddenly he realised how familiar the voice sounded. Then he finally took his eyes of the wall and turned around.
It was the boy that heard him play the piano.
His clothes and his face had some colour splashed on it, and he smiled shyly at Todoroki.
"I'm sorry for y-yesterday. My name is M-Midoriya Izuku."
"Huh? Ah, I'm Todoroki Shouto. And don't worry about yesterday."