I Blame Me (Tododeku) [Completed]

78 ~ Plastic Wrap

Midoriya's POV

Todoroki gently grabbed my hand, leading me out of my room and down the stairs. Todoroki yawned as he stepped down the last stair, gaining the attention of the two adults in the kitchen. "Why hello to you too." Mic smiled in response to the yawn, as Aizawa just kinda stared at us. "How was your nap?" Mic continued, looking between both. "Better than the last two times I slept." I replied honestly, making my way over to sit myself on the left of Aizawa. "What about you two?" I asked, leaning my elbows on the counter. "Sleeping in a warm bed is much better than on a couch with other people as blankets." Mic said, walking over the stove and serving whatever he made for dinner.

Aizawa scoffed. "To say the very least."

I chuckled a bit, knowing that Aizawa could sleep just about anywhere on his own, but with Mic on his chest, that song sung another tune. I smiled as Todoroki took a seat next to me, leaving the only seat on the other side of Aizawa; Mic's seat. I ended up getting a little lost in thought as I thought about the meals us four had shared together. I got lost in that thought and ended up remembering everything that's happened in the last week and a half. Which then lead me to remember something just a bit important.

"Hey. Where do you keep the plastic wrap?" I asked, Mic setting down a bowl in front of me. Mic used his thumb to point at the pantry behind him, before placing Todoroki's food in front of him. "In the pantry, why?" Mic asked, looking a bit confused. "I'm not supposed to get my stitches wet and I want to shower." I replied, looking down to the food. It looked and smelled amazing. "Itadakimasu." I spoke and picked up my chopsticks, Todoroki doing the same after me. "Okay, I'm confused. Why do you need plastic wrap for a shower?" Mic asked, looking genuinely bewildered. I looked back up at him, put my bite of food back into the bowl. "I'm gonna wrap my arms with it like I would with a bandage to prevent getting the stitches wet." I replied, watching as Mic face shifted from confused to understanding. "I might need duck tape too." I mumbled too myself, picking up a bite of food and eating it.

"That's smart." Todoroki mumbled, blowing on his bit of food before bring it to his mouth. "Well, people with casts on use plastic grocery bags so I used that idea and went from there." I explained, continuing to eat. "His point still stands; it's smart." Aizawa joined in, his bowl already halfway gone. I didn't exactly know what to say in response, so I just didn't. A small smile adorned my face as I ate my food. Mic and Aizawa finished before Todoroki and I, starting on the dishes as Mic joked and talked.

I stared at my bowl, maybe two bites left in the bottom as I tuned out Mic's talking. I genuinely wanted to cry, knowing I wouldn't be able to finish it. I blinked a couple times before reaching over to Todoroki, grabbing his shirt between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it a bit to get his attention. He had finished a little before me and had given his bowl to Aizawa to be washed. I kept my eyes on my lap as Todoroki's attention shifted from his phone to me. "Hm?" He hummed, assumedly looking up from his phone. I felt him shift closer to me before moving away a little. "Are you full?" Todoroki asked, keeping his voice low as to not interrupt Mic.

I nodded and felt tears spring up. "That's alright, Mido. You ate a lot and too be fair, Mic's cooking is really filling." Todoroki said, grabbing my bowl from the counter in front of me, getting up and handing it to Aizawa. I felt my anxiety spike as it went quiet. 'They're probably so disappointed in me. I'm supposed to be getting better, not leaving food in my bowl. Ah! They're probably realizing the mistake it was to have me stay here.' My thoughts felt like bullets, slowly killing me. Before anyone could say anything, I stood up. "I'm... going to go take a shower. Plastic wrap is in here, right?" I asked quickly, opening the pantry, finding the box with ease. "Found it." I said, closing the door again before sprinting up the stairs and to my room. I got the clothing and other necessities before quickly walking to the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door, locking the handle as I leaned against the door. I stared down at my feet for a moment before sighing as I pushed off the door, setting down the box of plastic wrap and my clothes on the counter and carefully taking off my hoodie. I looked in the mirror, hating every inch of my body. My arms were thin, but held muscle so they looked a bit odd. My ribs weren't as prominent, but still visible and my stomach had self harm scars. I let my fingers run over the scar kissed skin, smiling fondly as I remembered when Todoroki kissed every mark.

Refocusing on the task at hand, I slipped out of my sweats and kicked them away from my feet. I started unwrapping the fabric wraps from around my wrists, happier with finding them pretty much clean. I felt shivers of disgust run down the back of my throat as I looked at the stitched skin. I shook my head before grabbing the plastic wrap from the counter top and sat on the edge of the tub. I pulled out a fairly large sheet before using the cutter on the box to cut it. I struggled for a bit at first, having to use my legs to keep the plastic still, but after the first full wrap, it was easier. I did the same with my other arm, finding it to be less of a struggle now that I had figured out how to do it.

I smoothed the end of the plastic wrap onto itself before starting the water. I stripped of my boxers as I waited for the water to warm up. I felt goosebumps rise to my skin as I started shivering a bit. I tested the water before getting in. The warm water beating gently against my skin felt amazing, as if it was washing away all the stress from the last week and a half. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair, getting it all wet before washing it with my watermelon shampoo and conditioner. The smell was nostalgic. My mother used this scent and after everything, I started using it too. I touched the ring resting on my collar bone as I let the conditioner set in my hair.

I sighed again, washing the rest of my body before rinsing out my hair. I felt a slight sting on my wrists as I was finishing up. I turned off the shower, stepping out carefully, I grabbed my towel. I unwrapped the plastic from my arm, finding the skin under it to be slightly damp. I tapped the towel on my arms before wrapping them in the bandages from earlier. I finished drying off and went to brush my teeth when I ended up looking in the mirror again. My face looked thin and I had slight eye bags under my eyes.

'Fat.' I frowned as I agreed with the voice.

'Ugly.'

'Stupid.'

'Useless.'

'Gross.' I blinked away tears, finding the black tar from my nightmares in place of the tears. I froze as fear cooled the blood in my veins.

'Unwanted.'

'Pathetic.'

'Monster.'

'Murde-'

"Shut Up!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. I gripped my ears in my hands as the thoughts continued anyway.

'Burden.'

'Broken.'

'Liar.'

I crouched down as everything started fading away. I tugged on my ears as the thoughts swarming my head started becoming too much. I repositioned my sweaty hands over and over again, trying to just get my mind to quiet down.

I flinched and my head shot up as the door slammed open, the sound of it hitting the wall startling me. I felt a wave of relief hit me as my mind finally stopped its attack. I turned my head, finding all three males standing there looking worried and a bit confused.

"What happened?"

"Your ears!"

"Are you okay?"

All three spoke at the same time, looking at me with similar expressions. The sound of their voices filling the bathroom made me jump into a standing position. My eyes flickered between them before I could feel the stinging in my ears. I felt a bit confused myself and I wasn't sure how to reply to the questions I was asked. "I-It looks like I've caused trouble again." I mumbled, tears brimming my eyes as I gripped at the towel covering my legs.

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