Numb ---- Suicidal Todoroki x Bakugo----[BOOK 1]

1 - Weak

Hi, it's the author.

I like this book but I don't like the first few chapters in how I wrote them. However, for story purposes they must remain here. All I'm gonna say is that it gets better and less cringey. I was in a pick me phase when I wrote this so a lot of the self depreciative thoughts are cliche and cringe but

I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER

pls don't shit on it too much lmaooo

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pls enjoy

and if you're rereading, make sure you read book 2

it's my favorite

thank you

enjoy

:)))

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Todoroki's POV:

I woke up to the cacophonic blaring of my alarm clock, reminding me it was time for school. I rolled out of bed, my head pounding. I had only fallen asleep about an hour prior to my alarm. Combined with the intense training from the previous day, I was exhausted.

I trudged over to my dresser and reluctantly put on my school uniform, running a comb though my hair and sitting back down on my bed. I grabbed my phone and checked it.

No messages.

Not surprised.

Who would want to hang out with someone like me?

I'm weak.

Ugly.

Depressing.

Boring.

Cold-hearted.

Useless.

Stupid.

A disappointment.

I sighed.

Who would want to be my friend?

I'm a monstrosity...

A burden...

A fool...

I turned my phone off and stood up, shoving it in my pocket. However, just as I did, I felt it buzz quietly. I pulled it out curiously, not really sure who would be texting me and why.

[ Bastard (1) ]

B - Shoto, I need you to come directly home after school. We have a lot of catching up to do with your training. I know you've been avoiding me. Your behavior is disgraceful. I deserve more respect than that. Wouldn't you agree? (seen)

I started pacing around my room, my phone trembling in my hands as more messages came through.

B - ? (seen)

B - You know I'm right. Don't leave me on read. (seen)

B - Respond. (seen)

B - Shoto. (seen)

B - And you continue to act disgracefully. (seen)

B - Weakling. (seen)

Tears formed in my eyes and my hands trembled furiously. I paced faster and faster, staring at the messages. He continued texting me a flow of insults. All of which were completely true.