Sketchbook Boy- A Tododeku Story

Chapter 13- Day 9 - Sketching With An Enigma

Todoroki's POV 

It was noisy, too noisy-

There was screaming in the room next to me, a booming deep voice against a high pitched distressed one. There were crashes and screeches. So much noise. And I am all alone. Tears stream down my face as I cling to my blanket. "Stop it please" I whisper, burying myself underneath the blanket to try and block out the noise. 

Now I'm in the kitchen alone, with a high pitch screeching, the kettle has just been boiled. I clasp at my ears wanting it to stop. Then the screeching stops for a second and I look up to see a faceless person standing in front of me with the kettle in hand. All I feel is pain. It burns. Make it stop. 

It's corroding my skin. It's boiling my cells. And no one is making it stop. No one. 

Someone please make it stop.

Someone.

Anyone...please...

I woke up in a cold sweat, the sheets of my futon entangled with my body uncomfortably and my scar scorching. This was the third night in a row I had had these dreams. Ever since I had helped Midoriya with his injuries, it had stirred up some rather horrific childhood memories. Perhaps it was the fear that the greenette could be suffering something similar to his mother, or worse. Or perhaps the uncertainty of his friend's wellbeing had caused these dreams to appear. However, I was too scared of losing the friendship I had built with Midoriya over the last two weeks to ask. Despite he erratic and spontaneous outbursts of coldness when we first met, I was always infatuated by the mysterious boy and even more beguiled now and yet I have no idea why. But Ii want to be friends with him, and I won't ruin our friendship because I am selfish.

I look outside to see the sun starting to rise, now was as good as a time to get up than any. I stagger into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. I was pale and sweaty and I could almost see my scar burning. Turning the shower on to cold, I had never been fond of warm showers ever since the incident, and stripping (I'll let  you imagine that you thirsties  （＿ε＿) ) I tried to regulate my breathing which I had only just noticed had gone out of control. 

The cold showers helped, (Do not put that out of context PLEASE) not only did it calm me down, it also helped reduce the pain that seemed to appear. My therapist said that it was psychological, whenever I recalled my childhood it would trigger the pain in my scar that was carved around my right eye. It rarely happened and normally if it did, I would go to my sister for comfort but right now she was running a café 8 hours away and was probably either setting up shop or working. While the cold shower had helped me, my scar still seared and I was still sort of disturbed, so I decided to do the only thing I remember comforted me. I walked over to the window, half naked, and watched the rest of the sunrise. 

It was mesmerising, the golden rays engulfed the darkness as the birds chirped merrily in the surrounding forest. The college was really quite beautiful when you look at it properly. I was lucky, my dorm was on the top floor and was one of the nicer ones, my window looked out away from the main building, into the petit forest (which wasn't that deep, perhaps just 30 tree's deep) and just behind it you could see the city. While it looked far, it was only a 10 minute walk if you went through the main gates and down the path. I looked below to the ground where I saw a familiar greenette on a jog, wasn't he supposed to be resting and not doing any 'strenuous exercise'. Damn bastard, doesn't he have any affinity for self care. 

However, Midoriya seemed content enough from what I could see as he jogged along the path below me, seemingly just finishing his jog. The rising sun caught his hair, making it radiate even more. He truly looked like an angel from up here. All was fine, up until some random walked up to him. I couldn't make out much, but they had pinned my emerald eyed boy against the wall and seemed to be threatening him but instead of cowering or pleading like a normal person, he seemed to just stand there unfazed. My mind went back to how he dealt with the fan girls coolly and calmly, at the time I just assumed that it was because he wasn't the one being harassed. But then I remembered how he dealt with that man... what was his name... Muscular or something. Unlike the fangirls, he was much more intimidating and could probably beat both of us up without really trying. But once again, Midoriya wasn't in the least but bothered. He just flipped the large man off and walked away, like he wasn't worth the greenette's time or effort.