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todoroki ended up skipping all of his classes. he just couldn't go and sit in all of his classes with all of his classmates, and act like everything was okay.
god, what the fuck was the point of that meeting? was it just for someone to drive in the point that he was fucked up? to remind todoroki that he's completely fucking broken? jesus fucking christ, that was awful. todoroki was pissed off and panicking. ikeda knew. all the teachers knew. they were going to call his dad and then he was going to know and he was going to be so pissed at him. all because todoroki was throwing up his food. who cares if he was, he needs to lose weight! he needs to exercise more! he's out of shape, he's weak, he's ugly, he's fat, he needs to be better, he's so weak, he's behind everyone in class-
todoroki was shaking now, pacing across the floor of his dorm room. he faintly registered the tears streaming down his face and the sounds of his sobs. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. todoroki covered his mouth with both of his hands, trying to muffle his cries.
after a few minutes, todoroki had managed to calm himself down. he sat down on the edge of his bed, feeling heavy with exhaustion and stress. todoroki pushed a few stray tears off of his face, his sobs finally having calmed down into pitiful sniffles and silent tears dripping down his face.
okay. all todoroki had to do was convince ikeda that he was fine. because he was. he was fine. that shouldn't be too hard. no one had ever noticed there was something off about him before. he could be invisible again.
todoroki left his bed and went to his desk. he pulled out a notebook and a pen, and started making a plan to show everyone that he needed absolutely no help at all.
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It's a long road...
FanfictionTW Todoroki just needed some help. Even if he insisted on refusing it. Especially if he insisted on refusing it.
