The King is Dead

Feelings of Desire

"...make sure they meet the criteria on the sheets." The cheery voice gave no comfort to Shouto, "Lots of water and don't let him into anywhere he can force vomiting. I'd suggest another visit after the first week of taking his new prescriptions, I'll be in contact with his psychiatrist regarding those."

Shouto feels tired. He's gone to a million different doctors who all seem to have the same job. A general practitioner finally agreed to help him. They did a regular checkup, which involved too much touching for Shouto's liking. Reflexes were checked, eyes and ears, the normal stuff. But, again, too much touching.

Hizashi bought ice cream bars for all three of them.

His new psychiatrist met him today, he seemed a bit overwhelmed with this new development. Shouto knew there was something wrong with him, enough to make surrounding adults stressed out.

They were told to pick up antidepressants after about four hours of talking. Shouto didn't listen to a lick of it. He heard mention of some letters (SNRI?? Maybe the other way around...) and then they were referred to a nutritionist and a therapist. They were at the former now, Aizawa says he needs to make some calls before Shouto meets with anyone in charge of the things a therapist is.

They leave the nutritional offices with a smiling Hizashi, tired Aizawa, and a barely-there Shouto. This is the usual dynamic. Hizashi seemed glad they were getting all of this done, he'd done a lot of paperwork the past week to set everything up... wait for it...

Aizawa didn't help with any of it.

So Hizashi was imaginably proud of himself. As it stands, Aizawa was put down as a temporary guardian only for the fact that Shouto lived with him. So he signed a few pages to be considered someone who could pick Shouto up from school or other places. That wasn't really helping Hizashi though, not when the rest of the pages were up to him.

"We all good for one more stop?"

Aizawa groans, "Haven't we all been through enough today?"

Hizashi fake frowns to mock Aizawa and then puts a steady hand on his thigh. "Cheer up, you've known we were going shopping since last Friday. You're the one who planned it."

Aizawa's elbow is along the edge of the window, he tucks his nose into the edge of it in a manner Shouto's seen Miruku do to his blankets. "Yeah, whatever."

Hizashi looks at Shouto through the rear mirror. "Heya, Todoroki. Wanna know what we're shopping for?" His smile is bright in the mirror, there's a gold tooth in the back of his mouth.

"Okay," he answers, and Hizashi shakes his head.

"Gotta ask me!"

Shouto looks away. "Okay."

There are a few seconds of waiting on Hizashi's part, when he realizes Shouto had gotten over it, deciding he didn't want to ask.

"You gonna ask?"

Shouto tears his eyes from the window and his eyes droop impossibly lower. "Okay." More waiting, and then Todoroki is clearing his throat. "Why are we shopping?"

"The summer camp!" His response is immediate and loud enough to make Aizawa stir from his half-sleep. He sends a glare to Hizashi before returning to his original position.

"Summer camp?"

"Yea, the one we talked about all day in your classes and at home?" He looks worried now, Shouto feels guilty

He forgot something again. Just like the missing month.

He doesn't know what happened in the month he can't remember, he can't remember if it was more than that but he knows it was at least a month. When he'd finally come back to his normal self it wasn't snowing like before, Fuyumi was moved out and Natsu was packing for college. He graduated high school early just to get away from Enji, maybe Shouto should've aspired to do something like that.