Shouto stared into the bathroom mirror. Traced his reflected scar. Met his eyes. "Just talk to him," he whispered. The reflection replied, "it can't be that bad."

Shouto sighed. Even he couldn't psych himself up.

Why he was so bent on this course, he couldn't say. But he knew he had to get Midoriya's phone number. He had to, to get closer to Midoriya.

For some reason.

"SHOUTO!" Endeavor bellowed from below. "STOP PREENING AND GET TO SCHOOL!" Shouto grunted and exited. Then, he popped briefly back in to fix his hair. Even though Midoriya's was crazy.

"SHOUTO!"

"Coming!" Shouto hollered back as he walked downstairs. Endeavor was standing in the entryway, adjusting his suit. "Took you long enough," the "hero" groused, "we only have the one bathroom."

"Sorry, Father."

Endeavor tossed Shouto his bag. "Here. You know, next time you decide to act like a faggot, you could at least be quick about it."

"Thank you, Father. Sorry, Father."

His father grunted and kicked the door open. "Get your ass to school and make me proud, boy."

"Yes, Father. Goodbye, Father."

Shouto walked to school as quickly as he could, allowing his strides to burn away his anger at Endeavor. And at himself. He was just as powerful, if not more than, the old man. And yet, he was powerless against him. His docile fury carried him all the way to UA. He entered the school, walked past Asui by the bathrooms (she croaked in greeting), and eased the classroom door open. Yaoyorozu was sitting straightbacked in her desk, and Midoriya- -

"Hey Todoroki-kun!"- -

was behind him. Shouto jolted a little and resisted the urge to freeze him. Instead, he simply stepped into the classroom and aside, to allow Midoriya through. They walked to their desks together, Shouto awkwardly glancing at Midoriya every couple seconds. Fortunately, the seemingly-cavernous room was actually just…well, a room. The pair sat, Midoriya chattering happily as Shouto fidgeted.

"- -but really, I think your father-"

"Midoriya! Shut up!" Shouto snapped, rounding on the smaller boy. Midoriya halted midsentence. His jaw dropped and quivered slightly, in time with his lip.

"S-sorry, To-Todoroki-kun." He mumbled. "I sh-should learn just stop talking." He turned away from Shouto. "I'll leave you alone."

Midoriya sniffed quietly.

Shouto, panicked, reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "You're fine. I just…" he sighed, "don't…want to talk about Ende- -my father. Please."

"Oh," Midoriya said, brightening up slightly. "Yeah, that probably would suck, having such a famous father. Like, can you imagine if All Might had a kid?"

Shouto cast a glace at Midoriya. Now that you mention it…"Awful."

"Awful," Midoriya agreed. There was a buzzing sound, and he yanked his phone from his pocket, wincing slightly. Shouto watched him text-he avoided using his injured hand as much as possible.

"Midoriya-kun," Shouto said, "does your hand still hurt?"

"Hm?" Midoriya looked up briefly from his phone. "Oh, yeah. It's s-still sore."

Shouto grunted. Midoriya slid his phone away. "Sorry. Just my friend Light."

Shouto raised his remaining eyebrow. "Light?"

"Yeah," Midoriya laughed, "his parents must've hated him as a kid. But he's really cool."

Shouto grunted again, feeling something unpleasant swell in his throat, like bile. He swallowed it down, before suddenly recalling his mission. "Can I have your phone number?"

"Mm?" Midoriya looked at him, and all of a sudden Shouto felt very…was he sweaty? Or just nervous?

"Because I only have my Endeavor-father's-number, and he's the worst person ever," Shouto said quickly, before adding "to talk to."

Midoriya laughed a little. "At least you can talk to him. Here," he said, scrawling his phone number on the corner of Shouto's desk. Shouto carefully put it in his phone.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Oh hai Mark! This my story. Please give good reviews if respect my vision. If not, keep your stupid comments in your pockets. People who leave negative reviews are TEARING ME APART!