Finding Me (Todoroki x Reader)

The next morning started earlier than I'd liked it to, multiple alarms blaring me awake at five o'clock in the morning, exactly.

'Why so damn early? ' I thought, yawning for the millionth time in the span of thirty minutes. I'd fallen back asleep as soon as the girls' room had quieted down again, only to regret it when I felt Ochaco shake me awake. With only having five minutes to get up, get changed and make my way outside to be hit with the first sun rays of the day - I think I did a pretty good job. 'Mr. Aizawa should just be grateful any of us are still alive after yesterday...'

"Whoa, you look like a truck hit you, L/N."

"Zip it, Pikachu," I snapped back at Kaminari. "Like you look any better. Did you even attempt to brush your hair?"

Figuring that the electric-head wasn't even worth my precious time - or energy - I walked away, flexing and stretching my tired muscles so I didn't look so dead. As much as I didn't appreciate Kaminari pointing out my flaws, I could only imagine what kind of a mess I looked like with the preparation time I had.

I didn't particularly want to talk with anyone, so I just stood at the back, watching the front with half-lidded eyes. I wasn't aware of anything around me, really, and so I jumped when I felt a firm hand grip my shoulder.

"Good morning, Y/N."

"Morning..." I grumbled rubbing my eyes as I turned to face Shoto. I squinted at how immaculate he looked considering the time of morning, making me grumble in annoyance. "How is your hair so perfect, Shoto? I, mean, there's not a single strand out of place. Jeez, man, it's half-past-five in the morning!"

The heterochromatic-haired boy simply shrugged, and his nonchalantness just made me even more annoyed.

"I don't know," he replied. "My hair always looks like this, I guess."

"That cannot be true. No, for real, what's your secret to getting your hair like that at this bloody hour?"

"I told you, I don't know. Did you try and brush-"

"Of course I did! It's just my hair... doesn't cooperate, very well. Particularly at this hour..."

I trailed off on the last part, feeling suddenly embarrassed and self-conscious. I was literally talking about my hair as if it were a misbehaving child - how ridiculous. Turning away from my icy-hot friend, I tried to pat down my untamed, H/C tresses. Although I saw the other girls struggle with their own hair, it didn't quell my rising self-consciousness.

Especially when I was standing next to one of the most handsome guys in my class.

"Morning Todoroki. Y/N."

'Speaking of beautiful people...'

I folded in on myself more as I spotted Momo walk towards us. She looked perfect, too: hair tied neatly atop her head, and her uniform was being worn properly. I sighed. What else did I expect from one the most beautiful girls in our class?

"Good morning Yaoyorozu," Shoto greeted.

"Hi Momo," I muttered, flashing a quick smile before ducking back down to fix the tangled mess atop my head.

After about a minute, nothing had changed, and so I heaved a sigh of defeat as I let my hand drop back to my side. 'What's the point? ' I thought. 'Everyone else looks like shit, so why try hiding how much of a mess I am? ' I didn't see one, that was for sure. But still, just knowing that there were knots lying in wait had me twitching.

"Here, let me help."

My body tensed as I felt a warm hand gently brush my head, nimble fingers slipping through my H/C hair. I twisted back to look Shoto in the eye, my own wide with surprise. However, he wasn't looking at me; instead, his blue and grey eyes were concentrated on his work, focussing on untangling the mess upon my head that I called hair.