"Ah, well, it seems like I should go. I still have to clean up."

With those words Todoroki was alone again, after they talked for a bit. Or mostly Midoriya did.

It was fascinating in a way; hearing the other talk. When he spoke, his eyes seemed to glow and even though they were surrounded by lots of loud students, Midoriya's voice was the only one he could hear. To Todoroki, it felt like Midoriya pulled him in, and almost didn't let him go, using only his words.

It was surprising, considering Midoriya looked plain and normal. Well, until you interacted with him, because then he wasn't that plain anymore. The way his eyes glowed whenever he stared at you, or how his smile radiated warmth and his hair shined a green in the light. It was amazing.

What was even more amazing, was when he told Todoroki about his art. Like, how he, once he got the permission to draw on the wall, spent hours looking at the wall, slightly touching it with his hand and imagined sparks of blue and splashes of red. And then he drew the wings, starting with orange and ending with a light blue.

It made Todoroki think of the times he held a pencil and... just drew. Line by line, until he didn't want to anymore. It made Todoroki think of the almost empty notebook lying in his bag, the one he had for years. The one he didn't want, but got anyway, pressed in his hands without any value.

It still didn't hold any value.

Suddenly, he heard a grumbling noise coming from his stomach and he remembered his reason for leaving his room. After glancing at the wings a last time, he left, in the search of a cafeteria.

Hopefully, they had some soba.

Was he on the right hallway?

Todoroki was currently on his way back to the dorm, after having eaten. He was still unsure if he was walking the correct way, but everything seemed familiar.

And once he saw the Midoriya's drawing of the wings on the wall, he knew he was going in the right direction. With a reassured smile, he continued his way.

Minutes later, he stood before the place he shared with someone else. Someone who he still didn't know.

And someone who was currently there, if he could trust the sounds of something rustling inside.

Unsure, he stared at the door, wondering if he should just walk in. Maybe he should knock on the door, but then again, it was also his place. So, with a sigh, he walked in.

Only to have his eyes widen. Then there on the couch, with a notebook on his lap and a pencil in his hand, was Midoriya Izuku.

Said boy was mumbling something to himself, until he looked up, his green eyes meeting Todoroki's mismatched ones. Time seemed to stop for a moment.

"... I assume you're my roommate, Midoriya?"

"This is a bit unexpected."

Yes, it was and Todoroki still was a bit shocked.

But also relieved.

He wasn't one for socialising, so he tried his best to avoid people. But having a roommate meant interacting with them to the point where both didn't feel uncomfortable sharing a place to live with the other.

He was concerned about how he would deal with it, but apparently he had enough luck to have Midoriya as roommate. Surprisingly, Todoroki had no problem interacting with the other. It was probably because Midoriya didn't mind that he was the one doing most of the talking. Other people tended to get annoyed, mad or sometimes even creeped out by Todoroki's silence.

"Are you okay, Todoroki-kun?"

He looked at the other occupant of the room, blinking a bit.

"... I'm fine."

Midoriya smiled at him (and god, could that smile could rival the sun) and patted the empty spot besides him.

"Do you want to sit? I mean, since standing is probably uncomfortable..."

Todoroki nodded slightly, before closing the door behind him, and walking to the couch, where he sat down beside his roommate. They sat there, no one daring to break the silence.

It was awkward.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Todoroki could see the drawing Midoriya worked on. He was stunned. It was a drawing of a scenery, containing mountains, clouds and falling snowflakes.

Now, he himself could draw very well, and such a scenery wouldn't be a problem, but...

... In contrast to Midoriya's drawing, his lacked one thing.

There was something aching in his chest, but Todoroki pretended he didn't know what.

"Do you like it?"

The same question as before, but it brought a smile on his face and Midoriya's curious eyes only strengthened it. The aching was still there, but warmth seemed to fill him for some reason.

"Yes, I do. It's pretty."

Todoroki could draw sceneries like that as well, but Midoriya's were very beautiful, in more way than one.

His answer was genuine.

Later in the night, he was lying awake in his bed, unable to sleep.

After their little exchange, they didn't talk anymore and continued to sit in silence. But Todoroki didn't mind it one bit, as watching Midoriya draw was relaxing.

This made him wonder if sitting around like that would happen more often. He wasn't sure, considering he himself had a lot of things to do and expectations to fulfil, but he wished it could.

Watching Midoriya draw was more fun than drawing himself.

But he couldn't just stop drawing. Not until he managed to do what he wanted. There was also the fact that he played the piano, even though he promised to himself he wouldn't... was he really that weak?

Closing his eyes, he turned around.

Tomorrow was Monday. His first classes would start, and he would finally be a step closer to his goal. There wasn't anything stopping him from reaching it anymore. Not his desire to play the piano, nor his shitty old man.

And yet, his heart was pounding strongly, as his mind screamed at him.

He didn't know how wrong he was.