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You know you’re not her
You know you’re not Momo and you ignore the way he looks at you like he wishes you were her for a fraction of a second
You’re not her and he knows it but he’s not a good enough person to let you go and you’re not a strong enough person to leave him.
Todoroki Shouto is an idiotic, stupid, pitiful piece of shit that cannot seem to get over a girl in his class and you are the dumbass girl who fell for the boy who loves someone else because the universe loves synchronicities so it wouldn’t quite be right if your relationship with him didn’t match.
The girls at school say you’re the luckiest girl in the world when they see you holding his hand, his thumb running over yours fondly. You wish to tell them you actually feel like the unluckiest girl on campus because even when he holds your hand in the hallways or while walking you home, he’s always thinking about her and not you.
Sometimes you wonder why he even accepted your confession. You wonder why you even confessed to him anyways, telling him you liked him so casually in a passing conversation that it didn’t even register when he had smiled at you before reaching for your hand.
x.
“Wait why are you holding my hand”
“Do you not want me to?”
“Are you gonna break my fingers or something?”
“I just thought since i like you and you like me, maybe we should hold hands”
“I don’t- what are you- oh my god”