Sketchbook Boy- A Tododeku Story

Chapter 27- Reconnecting

HIYA GUYS- So first things first, this chapter is stupidly long, so I'm sorry in advance, I just wanted to make up for my long absence. (lol its almost 10,000 words)

Also Trigger Warnings are throughout this chapter, I will put a warning at the major bits:

-Suicidal Thoughts

-Self Harm

Midoriya's POV

Two Days. Two days since I've thrown myself back into isolation. Two days of non-stop training. Two days of trying to remove myself from everyone and everything. Two days without Todoroki. 

Three days till I die. 

Okay, so that sounds really melodramatic but well I guess its true. But its not as if its anyone else's fault apart from mine. It was me that purposefully detached myself from the stunning bi-haired male, in hopes of making Saturday at least a tiny bit easier. For ma and for him. Make him hate me for the exact reason everyone else does before he inevitably hates me for well me. 

First Punch

But every inch of my body wants to jump towards him and hug him. Or swing by his dorm after lunch just to say hi. But I know that even if I didn't haver to train, every free hour I've got, I couldn't see him knowing that I'll have to leave him on Saturday. 

Second Punch

Hell, I know this is stupid and probably worse for me in the long run, and I know Todoroki would help me, every step of the way - he's just kind like that. But I guess I like to torture myself. 

Third Punch 

This time, my form is off and I feel the punch bag connect with my knuckle, a sharp pain crawling up my arm. I wince and try to ignore the relief I get from the hit, going for another punch. 

Fourth Punch 

Why the hell am I doing this anyway? I'm doing this only to be killed in three days. Very smart on my end. But it passes the time, and I suspect I have to last a least a few minutes to make the final exciting. And Muscular isn't going to be pull8ing any punches. 

Fifth Punch

Sixth Point

Sevent-

"Heyyyy Deku, How are you?" I hear a cheerful voice from in front of me, moving the punching bag, making me lose my balance and almost trip - grabbing onto the wonky bag. I look up to see a more muscular than average blond in front of me. 

"Hi Lemillion." I reply dully, grabbing the bag back,

"Fancy seeing you here, you almost never train." he says, far to happy for a respectable human being. Who the hell has that much optimism. He smiles delicately at me, like if he smiles to hard I'm going to shatter. 

"Welll, inevitable death gives me a bit more motivation than normal." sarcasm is laced in my voicer, but I couldn't care less. I'm here to train not socialise. 

"Why so cold Deku?" the blonde laughs, coming up behind me and pinching my cheeks as if I were a child, "Aren't we supposed to be friends?" I pry his hands off of me, and turn around to face him, scowling  immensely,

"If I could paint a portrait of anything in the world, it would be your scowl. Its beautiful." the comment makes me scoff harshly and roll my eyes and I turn back, walking forward and wrapping my arms around the punching bag to stabilise it. "Okay if you're not going to be friendly, how about I help you train?" Mirio says seriously, walking towards a box full of gloves and picking a pair up, "Its the least I can do, I don't want you to die, knowing I could have helped."