Cold | Suicidal Todoroki

32 | Misery

This story is not intended to promote or encourage actions/behaviors such as suicide, self-harm, abuse, violence, harassment, or substance abuse.

Bakugou twisted around in his bed. Even though his boyfriend left his dorm merely minutes ago, he already desiderated the feeling of his loved one sleeping beside him. He was painfully cognizant that Todoroki didn't love him, but his heart clung to the notion that one day, Todoroki would finally feel the same way.

Why'd you leave, Shouto? Bakugou pondered while his eyes traced around the vacant space on the bed. You didn't tell me. I don't regret that moment we shared, but just like that, you and it are gone. Goddammit. You better not be getting high. You get kinda violent when you're high, and that's way too fucking often. Tch. His eyes drifted to his desk, and gleaming atop the surface was a key. Dumbass.

Forcing himself out of bed, Bakugou dressed himself and began to inspect the key on his desk. It looked identical to his, but the number on the tag was different. He picked it up and plodded towards the hallway to return the key to Todoroki for another excuse to see him again, but as he reached the door, he hesitated.

"Mighta left just to get away from me," he began to drawl. "He worries me. Those fucking assholes that think they can walk up to his face and tell him to drop out of U.A... To fucking kill himself... Yelling at him, getting up in his face, telling him he's more like a villain than a Hero... Fuck them. Fuck them." He ground his fist into the wall as his lips peeled back like an animal.

"You should fix your posture."

"Shut up! Don't tell me what to do."

"You're creating your own future back issues, Katsu—"

A male stranger approached the two. "Are you Shouto Todoroki?"

"I am," Todoroki replied. "Do you nee—"

The stranger interrupted Todoroki with a laugh. "You're an absolute disgrace to the Hero society. Why—"

Bakugou's body acted before he could think, and he found himself lunging for the crass stranger. Todoroki, however, held his arm out to Bakugou and shook his head.

"It's fine," Todoroki whispered.

"No!" snarled the ash-blonde. "Hey, you asshole! Yeah, you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He slammed his nails into his fists.

The stranger raised his brows. "The person that should replace him." He pointed to Todoroki. "He's not a Hero. He only cares about himself. He just wants the fame that being a big-shot Hero brings. That's all! He doesn't give a damn about anyone. He's more like a villain than a Hero. You should ditch him while you still can. He's disgusting to even look at. He's a powerful villain masquerading as a Hero, but he hasn't shown his true colors yet. People like those...don't belong in this world."

YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT HE'S BEEN THROUGH! Bakugou wanted to roar at the man standing before him.

At that point, Todoroki was restraining Bakugou by the hand. "Katsuki, you don't need to pick a fight. We're going to be late for class."

"Then you go to class, and I'll tear this motherfucker apart!"

Before Todoroki could speak, his jaw was struck by the stranger, who muttered, "Drop out of U.A. and let a real Hero take that rightful place."

Bakugou could feel his fuse itself erupting while Todoroki held fast his hand. "Asshole," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"For implying you'd make a better Hero than I am, you're very spiteful," Todoroki replied while brushing off his cheek. "If that's all you have to say to me, you're not worth my time." He descried his boyfriend and nodded.