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The Todoroki household was nothing like Naruto imagined when Todoroki handed his address to her. She expected a nice, modern house or even some kind of apartment but not some kind of traditional, expensive house in a very good neighbourhood. The only indication that Todoroki might have been some rich boy had been his words about his father.

But there was nothing about Todoroki that hinted he might have come from a traditional family.

It almost feels like I am meeting Hinata-chan's family again for the first time, or even that bastard's father again. Naruto tugged her hoodie and pressed her lips into a large smile. She took a deep breath, slipped one hand into her pocket, and pressed the doorbell.

The bell rang, echoing throughout the whole neighbourhood, and Naruto shifted in her place. Blue eyes darted around the neighbourhood, wondering if any of the neighbours were peering through their windows and judging her. There was always something about expensive, traditional, houses that makes Naruto thinks they are judging her.

It was not long before the door slid opened and Todoroki stared at her. He wore a simple white v-shaped t-shirt and a pair of jeans. If Naruto was being honest, it surprised her. If someone lived in a traditional house then she expected them to wear a haori, instead he just wore some modern clothes.

He looked nice if you asked her.

"Really good-looking," a traitorous voice whispers in her mind and Naruto inwardly grimaced. That voice made her sound like she admired her classmate in someway. He was an asshole that got involved in her business. There was nothing about him that made him seem attractive or even nice.

"You can come in, Uzumaki," Shouto said, snapping her out of her thoughts. He made no indication that he noticed the way she kept staring at him, only simply waiting for her to come inside his house. The one good thing about her classmate was the fact he would not make her seem like a fool for acting in this way.

Other people would have teased her for acting shock at the sight in front of her.

Naruto slipped into the house and takes off her shoes, before following her classmate through his house. No words were spoken between them, allowing her to soak in and analyse the kind of household her classmate lived in. You can know a lot about a person through the house they lived, if you asked her.

The hallway had no photos, not even baby photos of her classmate, or decoration in the house. There was not even a photo of Todoroki's mother or even any wedding photos in the household. It feels really cold. The lack of photos and the lack of sound troubled her. It made her stomach turn because every house has photos of their kids and important moments of their lives. It was what make the difference between a house and a home.

She even had photos in her apartment just to make her apartment feel a little bit warm.

"So where do you want to do the project? In the living room or your room?" Naruto asked. She wanted to break the silence between them and forget how the coldness nipped her fingers. How can Todoroki live in a house like this? The Hyuga clan compound was not even this bad, which spoke volumes when Naruto considered how much she complained about the coldness to Hinata-chan.

Shouto stopped and turned to look at her. He tilted his head, mismatch darting to the numerous rooms surrounding them, and Naruto did not miss how his eyes lingered on the large door that laid across them. What was so important about that room and why does he look at it with hate? The question was on the tip of her tongue but Naruto shoved it to the back of her mind.

If she asked that kind of question then it implied she wanted to get to know him and be his friend.

"My room," Shouto answered. "No one would disturb us."

Wouldn't they disturb us if we were in your room? I hear parents and siblings can mistake a closed door for things. Her female classmate in Middle School once confessed that her father barged into her room, because she brought a boy home to study for an exam. It made no sense in Naruto's mind. Why should a parent care about those things? It was not like her classmate would be foolish enough to do it when the parents were there.

Then again, Ero-Sennin had been capable of peeking into the girl's bath in broad daylight.

"Who else is in the house?" Naruto asked, tilting her head as her classmate lead her to his room. She darted her eyes around the corridor, searching for any signs that there were more people living in this house. Everything about this house made her think of just how impersonal and uncomfortable to live here. How could he live in a house like this? She would run away from this house if she lived here.

Home should be filled with laughter and joy. It should have pictures of families, not filled with blank walls and shelves that has nothing but simple decoration.

"My sister is making lunch so she won't disturb us and my father is in the training room…training," Todoroki answered quietly. He shifted to one feet. "My brother is out with his friends."

You really don't like your father. Naruto nibbled her bottom lip and stared at Todoroki's back, noticing for the first time since their acquittance that his back was hunched and the dislike in his voice. Not dislike, anger. It rolled off of him in waves that Naruto knows was not healthy for her classmate.

"And your Mum?"

Todoroki kept quiet and balled his hand into a tighter ball. Bad question to ask. Something told her that it had been a bad idea to bring the topic of his mother. The words I am sorry was on the tip of her tongue, ready for her to spill out of her throat but she held herself back. It was none of her business of the story about Todoroki and his mother. How could she have known not to ask? They weren't friends.

They barely know each other.

"I don't want to talk about it."

His tone carried no emotion but Naruto felt the sadness and pain rolling off of him. Blue eyes focused on her classmate and for the first time since their acquaintance, she looked at him for the first time. He infuriated her with the way he butted in with her business. The fact he confronted her clone was something that angered her till this day, even though it had been three days since the incident.

She did not want to get close to Todoroki because he would break her trust. It would be stupid of her to trust him like a naïve idiot and Naruto was not that girl anymore. But she always hated when the people around her was sad. It made her stomach turn. Her throat always burned and it brought back memories that Naruto never wanted to confront.

"Does it have to do with why you hate your father?"

Todoroki swirled his head at her. His mismatch eyes widened at her accusation, causing Naruto to rub the back of her neck. Her stomach kinda feel weird with the way he stared at her, and maybe she should have kept her mouth shut. The more she talked, the more likely she was going to get close to him and get attach. But wouldn't that prove Aizawa-sensei right? She did not have a phobia of trust.

She would just prove it to him.

Beside, Todoroki would never really become her friend.

"You don't hide your hate for your father," Naruto answered his silent question. She looked straight ahead at the room in front of them and avoids his searching eyes. "It is obvious to anyone with some observation skill and I know I should scold you…'cause I am an orphan and there is that stereotype about us. I mean orphans would always tell you to appreciate what you have got."

She forced an even tighter smile and her classmate gazed at her. His mismatch eyes, usually blank, looked at her with so much curiosity that Naruto was almost tempted to stop the conversation there. But pale lavender eyes flashed before her eyes and she pushed herself to talk about it.

This would not hurt her.

"But not every parent is good," Naruto finished lamely.

Todoroki regarded her. She would never expect him to open up to her because issues with parents could never be opened up in situation like these. People usually opened up to her after she beat the living crap out of them. They haven't fought each other, so there was no reason for him to tell her anything.

"You don't know who my father is, do you Uzumaki?"

Naruto blinked and knitted her eyebrows. "Is he supposed to be someone famous?"

"My father is Endeavour," Todoroki answered with a reluctant sigh and Naruto thinks she heard a leak of surprise in his tone that she had no clue about who his father was. Why would she know? She was not hero obsessed like their classmates. "He ranks just below All Might."

Naruto observed her classmate and feels her eyes softened when she saw the waves of anger and disgust rolling off of him. No matter how many times she tried to distance herself from people and no matter how many times she tried to convince herself to stop caring about people, she could never do it.

She could only tell him about her opinion because there was no advice that she could give. Parents were not her forte. You never knew your parents. Those words echoed in her ear like it always did whenever the topic of parents came up, and the anger inside of her bubbled as a pair of eyes flashed before her.

She was better than this.

"I have heard about him in the news but I don't give a shit about who the fuck your father is," Naruto tells him. "Your father can be the Emperor of Japan and I still won't take my words back. You can be amazing in your job but be a shitty parent."

Todoroki blinked and just stared at her. She should just stop there and tell him that they needed to focus on their project, but something stopped her. Maybe it was the fact Todoroki believed she didn't trust anyone. She always hated it when someone thought they had her pin her down on something. Todoroki did not earn her trust but what she was about to say…he could never use it against her.

It would never affect her.

"I knew a boy that had a father who was amazing in his job," Naruto told him. "But when it came to acting like a parent to his sons, well he was an asshole. His wife, on the other hand, was amazing and gentle…"

Her throat burned and Naruto forced herself to ignore the ache in her heart. Move on. She wasn't even your mother. She forced herself to smile even wider and to push back the sadness that threatened to cripple her again. I don't have the right to be sad. The villagers liked to remind her of that fact and despite what Sasuke told her on that day, Naruto thought the villagers were right.

She always caused destruction to the people that she came close to.

"Most people would never jump to your conclusion."

Naruto felt her lips twitched and the desire to laugh was great, because…I am not like most people. A tiny laugh escaped from her lips and Todoroki stared at her. She rubbed the back of her neck while her classmate regarded her with a thoughtful look.

Her classmate might be an asshole but Naruto thinks that nothing she told him could be used against her. The things she told him would never hurt her. It did not affect her because the information didn't reveal anything about her. Todoroki could never hurt her with this information.

"I can be unpredictable, Todoroki."

Todoroki stared at her.

"You aren't going to call me, Asshole?"

"Don't ruin the moment, Todoroki."

"Shouto, it is lunch time!"

Shouto looked away from the poster and flickered his eyes to his sister, who stood in front of his bedroom door with a nervous smile. Fuyumi glanced at Uzumaki, grey eyes lingering on the bright blond hair of his classmate (or was she now a friend? He didn't know), and raised a single eyebrow at him. Is everything alright? Shouto nodded. His sister let out a sigh of relief.

"I guess I should go…" Uzumaki grabbed her bag and opened her mouth to say her goodbye, but his sister furiously shook her head. Hope shone through her grey eyes and Shouto knows his sister wanted to get to know at least one of his classmate.

"You can stay for lunch, Uzumaki-san." Fuyumi insisted. "I made enough food for everyone."

His classmate opened her mouth to protest but his sister must have sensed that Uzumaki was going to make an excuse, because Fuyumi grabbed hold of white hands and dragged her out of his room. He kept his expression completely blank as his sister began to question Uzumaki about her life, carefully avoiding any topic about her parents.

He followed behind them and listened as Uzumaki dodged any personal questions that Fuyumi threw at her. She really didn't trust strangers. Shouto warned Fuyumi about his classmate's habits of dodging personal questions, but his older sister seemed to have chosen to ignored his warnings from last night. Uzumaki really disliked divulging any information about herself to anyone.

Not every parent is good.

Shouto paused as the words echoed in his mind. How could Uzumaki come to this conclusion with just from his emotions? She had been the last person he expected to have come to this realization. Why did she tell him all those things? Did this mean that they were friends? Well he did know at least that Uzumaki didn't dislike him. She did tell him some things, which meant he was getting closer to getting her trust…right?

Shouto kept his expression completely blank as the three of them entered the dining room. As usual, he took the seat furthest away from his father while Fuyumi took the seat right beside Enji. Uzumaki tilted her head, debated for a couple of seconds, before taking the seat right beside him.

His father looked up from his newspaper and darted his eyes to Uzumaki. "Who is this, Shouto? You didn't tell me that you were bringing someone over."

Because I shouldn't tell you. Shouto bit his tongue from saying those words to him. It wouldn't be a good idea to say those words in front of his classmate, not when she already had a bad impression of his father. He did not even know why he was trying to control himself in front of his classmate.

Shouto took a deep breath, opened his mouth to answer but only to close it when Uzumaki stood up from the table. She flashed a fake, serene smile and bowed slightly to his father. Endeavour raised his eyebrow, looking almost slightly delighted that someone was showing him some manners. None of his brothers nor him had listened to him when he tried to install etiquette lessons.

Only Fuyumi had taken it to heart.

Shouto did not even know how Uzumaki might know, not when she made it clear that she had no regards when it came to manners.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto," Naruto said softly with a fake smile plastered on her face. "I am your son's classmate, Todoroki-san."

She is really acting polite and formal. Shouto observed his classmate and noticed how her pose was reminiscent of how someone from a very traditional family would act. It was a curiosity because he presumed Naruto was just like Bakugou, never caring or having any knowledge about manners. Yet, his classmate just shown him that she knew better manners then him.

His father looked almost approvingly and Naruto sat back down. The fake smile was still plastered on her face as his father kept flickering back and forth between them. Shouto kept his expression completely blank and leaned slightly closer to his classmate, lowering his voice.

"What was that?" He asked her. "I didn't think you were capable of acting…"

"Polite and demure?" Shouto nodded, not bothering to deny those were the words that he was about to use. His classmate leaned closer to him, her blond hair tickled his nose and the scent of orange crept into his nostrils. "Todoroki, don't presume to know me. There are a lot of things about me that you don't know about."

Shouto eyed her. "What are you planning?"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," Uzumaki said quietly. Her tone carried a sense of nonchalance and her blue eyes held no emotions. "I have no plans of impressing your Daddy if that is your concern."

His eyebrows twitched at the title that Uzumaki bestowed on his father. Shouto had never called that man Daddy and to hear someone say it like that, really annoyed him because it meant he liked his old man. Why does she do this? He thought they were getting along, so why was she withdrawing from him again? He made certain not to do anything that pushed her to her limits.

"Just watch and learn from the master on how to annoy a strict father," Uzumaki said quietly.

Shouto blinked. "And how is acting polite going to be of any help?"

"Just watch and learn, Todoroki."

His father eyed the two of them from across the table while his sister looked at the two of them in amusement. Why is she looking at us like that? The two of them haven't done anything that could be considered funny. It felt like they have been arguing for the last couple of minutes since he had no clue of what Uzumaki planned to do.

"So Uzumaki-san, what is your relationship with my son?"

Shouto jerked his head at the question and flickered his eyes at Uzumaki. He waited for her to deny their relationship, to say that she hated him or that they were not friends. Shouto had no idea of what even to describe their relationship. Classmates seemed good but it felt wrong. Friends was one that he wanted to use, but Uzumaki made it clear of how much she disliked him for meddling in her business.

"We are very close friends," Naruto declared with a cheeky smile on her lips. Todoroki blinked and blinked, trying to understand why his father looked at her with absolute horror and why his sister was flushing a bright shade of red. There was nothing wrong about her wording, except they were not close friends.

They weren't close.

"What are you doing?" He hissed into her ear. His classmate was trying to dig a hole and while Shouto found amusement in seeing his father turning red at the comment, he had a very bad feeling of what his classmate was about to do. His sister just choked in her drink and to his amazement, Naruto flushed a very pretty shade of red.

What did I do?

"Acting," Uzumaki whispered with a smile plastered on her face. "You wanna piss off your Dad? Well I know what to do."

As if on cue, his father growled. "Shouto is aiming to be the number one hero and he won't be able to reach his goal if he has a distraction like you."

What does he think is happening between Uzumaki and me? Shouto had the strangest desire to hide under the table and just wait the whole thing out. He wanted so badly to correct his father's misgiving because Uzumaki and him were just classmates. He might like to get close with Uzumaki, especially now when he saw the wonderful shade of red that his father was turning into.

"Distractions? Me? But Todoroki and I are only friends," Uzumaki smiled innocently. "We aren't in that kind of relationship, Todoroki-san. But for your information, friends can make people stronger and can help them reach to the top. No one has ever reached the top without some help from their friends."

Shouto swirled his head at his classmate, who avoided his eyes. Those blue eyes focused on his father. Seriousness and silent anger filled those eyes, making him wonder if his classmate was really serious about the two of them being friends. Were they friends? He wasn't wrong in thinking that they had somehow became friends.

"Maybe that is why you can't ever beat All Might," Uzumaki continued and his father clenched his hands. His sister swirled her head at him, silently asking him if she put his classmate up to this. He shook his head. "Rude asshole like you take for granted the bonds of friendship and you are a rude asshole that likes to jump to conclusion."

What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

"Uzumaki, what are you doing?" Shouto asked her quietly.

His classmate turned to look at him. "I am doing what you are terrified of doing. Have you ever confronted him about your actual feelings? Have you ever fucking told him that you think he is an asshole that needs to change his damn behaviour? Have you ever shouted at him?"

No.

"Friends? Who needs friends when you are at the top?" His father spat. "Friendship is a waste…"

"When a person has someone that they truly want to protect then they can become strong," Uzumaki declared with convection. There was no emotion in her eyes but he heard the slight wobble in her voice. "A person wants to become stronger when they have someone they want to protect. I have been here for the last four hours and I understand why everyone hates your guts."

He needed to stop this.

"Uzumaki…"

His classmate ignored him and locked eyes on the furious eyes of his father. If it had been anyone else then they would have flinched from the rage, but Uzumaki held her head high. It was almost like she held no fear for his father and Shouto envied her in that moment. He might not care about what his father thinks but there was always that fear inside of him.

"You are never going to compare to All Might because All Might gives a shit about people and their feelings," Uzumaki declared. "Strength means jack shit when you aren't doing a job for the right reason. Assholes like you are the reasons that criminals are made because you push and push people to the point that they break from the pressure."

His sister swirled her head at him and silently asked him if he told Uzumaki anything about their mother. Shouto shook his head. He was not comfortable enough to tell Uzumaki about what happened with their mother, not when he had no reason to tell Uzumaki about what happened. They did not have that kind of relationship so…

Uzumaki must be talking from her own experience.

"Bastards like you are greedy for power," Uzumaki kept her eyes focused on his furious father. "That kind of greed ruins families and people. Innocent people gets hurt and I want to know one thing: what makes you different from those criminals?"

His father bristled at the comment and Shouto just stared at his classmate. She avoided his eyes and just ate her meal in peace while Enji looked almost disturb by the comment made by his classmate.

Shouto didn't know what to think of his classmate, except he felt delighted at the knowledge that his classmate managed to tear his father apart.

"Why did you say all those things to him?"

Naruto looked away from her bag and stared at Todoroki. Their project was done, sitting proudly on Todoroki's table, which meant that it was time for her to leave this house and go back home. Mismatch eyes stared at her with curiosity and another emotion that she could not make out of. The only thing Naruto knew was that maybe Todoroki's eyes looked kind of pretty, and he had an asshole for a father.

She knew he had a shitty life even if Todoroki never told her in so many words.

"Because I know someone needed to tell him that he is an asshole," Naruto declared. She knows it was bad manners to tell a classmate about how much of an asshole their father was, but she never cared about protocol. "Look I didn't do it because I like you or anything. You are still an asshole that butted in my business, so consider this me paying it back. It might also be my way apologizing for accusing you of going to Aizawa-sensei about my skipping."

She needed to stop babbling.

"This doesn't mean that I like you or anything," she continued on. "It just means that I don't like assholes and…"

Why the hell am I babbling like Midoriya babbles about heroes? Naruto wanted to know what happened to the filter inside of her brain, but there was something really weird about his eyes. Maybe it was the reason that her brain decided to just let her mouth continue to babble weird nonsense.

Todoroki quirked his lips and said. "Thank you."

Naruto stopped her babbling and blinked her eyes at her classmate. It was not a smile but it was probably the closest thing to a smile that Todoroki could ever make. It suited him more than that brooding thing he had going for him. Okay, so maybe her classmate was an asshole but…he was not the usual type of asshole that she dealt with.

Most of the assholes that she knew never thanked her for her actions.

"A lot of people would have done what I did to your father."

"Most people would be scared shitless to tell all the things that you have said to my father," Todoroki said quietly. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked almost uncomfortable. She didn't blame him because Naruto felt just as uncomfortable as him. "They see my father's status and refused to acknowledge his bad habits."

Naruto knew it.

"I did it because he reminded me of my best friend's father."

Todoroki blinked, looking almost surprised at her words, and Naruto just stared at him. She was a fool to tell him this piece of information, but the asshole made it seem like she was doing it from the goodness of her own heart. Naruto was not good or innocent like the other members of their class. She was not evil like the villagers think she was.

She didn't know where she stands, but Naruto knew one thing Todoroki was nothing like Hinata-chan, while Endeavour reminded Naruto so badly of Hisashi Hyuga.

"I didn't do it for any other reason—"

"I know," Todoroki interjected. "And I won't pry for any information…but your best friend is lucky to have someone like you by her side when she was growing up."

Hinata-chan was not the lucky one to have me by my side, if anything I was the lucky to have a friend like Hinata-chan by my side.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think of the developing relationship between Naruto and Todoroki as well as your thoughts on the interaction between Naruto and Endeavour.