[He goes out to the apartment mailboxes and pick out what he assumes is his mail, and because he assumes that the mailman was paying attention opens up the envelope that looks different from all the other junk mail he tends to get.
"Dear Shouto," it starts, and the moment his eyes sit on the definitely incorrect name, he flips over the evelope.
From: Todoroki Fuyumi To: Todoroki Shouto
But the number of the apartment building is definitely his. He narrows his eyes at the envelope and gingerly puts it back.
Maybe he's a neighbor who gave his... Mom? The wrong apartment number? Maybe he just misspoke it when they were last talking. Still, he really doesn't want to go and mess with somebody else's mail. So he'll get up and start knocking on doors.
[ Moving out had been one hell of a process, Shouto reflects. Transferring all of the money from the account his father had set up, putting the money into his own. Finding somewhere close to his mother's hospital but not too far away from work, and easy enough to get to via the train so he could travel easily and Fuyumi could visit without too much hassle. The only downside is that he's been so used to his one address all his life that he... might have misspoke his apartment's address to Fuyumi.
It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
[Moving out is always a process, but he's surprised to have anybody else's mail in his box.
Usually his mail is spam or his mother sending him care packages. He should have known when he got a particularly thin envelope- but no, he trusted in the mailman.]
Ah, I seem to have gotten your mail by accident, Todoroki-kun.
[He holds out the envelope.]
I opened it, but I didn't read anything beyond the first line, I promise.
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wrong mail au
"Dear Shouto," it starts, and the moment his eyes sit on the definitely incorrect name, he flips over the evelope.
From: Todoroki Fuyumi
To: Todoroki Shouto
But the number of the apartment building is definitely his. He narrows his eyes at the envelope and gingerly puts it back.
Maybe he's a neighbor who gave his... Mom? The wrong apartment number? Maybe he just misspoke it when they were last talking. Still, he really doesn't want to go and mess with somebody else's mail. So he'll get up and start knocking on doors.
Starting, of course, with his floor.]
Hello, are you Todoroki Shouto?
no subject
It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
no subject
Usually his mail is spam or his mother sending him care packages. He should have known when he got a particularly thin envelope- but no, he trusted in the mailman.]
Ah, I seem to have gotten your mail by accident, Todoroki-kun.
[He holds out the envelope.]
I opened it, but I didn't read anything beyond the first line, I promise.