Todoroki Will Call You Out On Your Shit(Chap.3)

                                    

                                          
~Third Person P.O.V~
                          
Izuku sat on his bed, watching in pure delight as more red swirls sketched themselves over his arm. He had come to the conclusion that both of his soulmates were either artists, or just really good at drawing- something they all had in common. The green haired boy couldn't help but smile at the thought.
                          
What?
                          
Just because he doesn't want to meet his soulmates doesn't mean he can't enjoy the little things.
                          
But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Todoroki had walked out of the bathroom just then, a towel hanging around his neck as he wore nothing but a pair of gray sweats.
                          
It wasn't uncommon for the duel haired boy to be shirtless in front of Izuku, or Uraraka for that matter- hell, it goes all three ways for them. They're all very close with each other, not to mention they each have soulmates of their own- so not being entirely clothed sometimes wasn't that big of a deal.
                          
They're siblings after all.
                          
"What're you smiling at?" Todoroki snickers, throwing his towel at his brother's face.
                          
"Nothing... back off!" Izuku growls playfully, chucking his pillow at Todoroki in return. "Wait, no- I don't know why I threw that, give it back to me." He whinnied shortly after.
                          
Rolling his heterochromatic eyes, the duel haired teen give it back. Flopping down on his own bed and staring up at the ceiling.
                          
"I still don't understand why you think having a soulmate is so bad Izu." Todoroki muttered, he had figured that Izuku was staring at his lines- prompting him to say his statement.
                          
Izuku narrows his eyes at the taller male, his mood beginning to shift. "We've been over this Shoto... I think love is a waste of time. Simple as that." He snapped, his nostrils slightly flaring.
                          
"No. You're just scared of love because of what happened to your mother." Todoroki said back bluntly.
                          
If there was anything Izuku has learned over the years of being the duel haired boy's brother- it's that he is a rather blunt person. Sometimes his bluntness is a good thing... but other times it just gets annoying.
                          
This was one of those other times.
                          
"Fuck off Shoto." Izuku growled, this time he had more bite in his voice as he spoke.
                          
"Am I wrong though?"
                          
No. The answer to Todoroki's question was no. But Izuku was too pissed off, and had too much pride to admit it. So he did the next best thing... he stormed out.
                          
The green haired boy didn't exactly know where he was going at the moment, all he knew was that he needed to take a breather. At this point anywhere other than his dorm would be a good place to go.
                          
It was January in New York, therefore it was snowing like a bitch outside. Not that the freckled teen minded, he enjoyed the snow quite a lot.
                          
Pulling the hood of his jacket over his head he continues to walk off campus, deciding to go to a local coffee house just across the street.
                          
As soon as he opened the door he was met with a wave of warmness, coating him like a blanket. The inside smelt of pastries and coffee beans, fellow college student sat at a few tables either studying or doing work on their computers.
                          
Izuku quickly walks up to the counter, inspecting the menu intently as he looked for a good drink.
                          
(That awkward moment when you've never had coffee and have to look on the Starbucks menu online)