Izuku's POV
Panic seeps into my bones. I can feel myself drowning. No way to swim back up. As if my limbs have been wrapped and tied, no longer able to use them. My throat closes in on itself, my breath becoming short and quick. Unable to get oxygen to my brain, my sight begins to blur. Help me. Please god, help me. I'm suffocating. I can't breathe. Oh god, I can't breathe.
"I-I can't breath-" I croak out, my voice a mere whisper. I wrap my hands around my throat, somehow hoping to fix my broken lungs. My nails dig into the flesh on my neck, tears brimming my eyes.
"I can't breath- oh god I can't breath!" I gasp for breath and jerk against my seat belt.
The car becomes quieter and my door is yanked open, hands pulling at me every which way. My broken sobs are the only thing I can hear.
"Make it stop please just make it stop- !" My seat belt unclips and I immediately pull my knees to my chest, hands tangling in my hair, body rocking back and forth. The tugging at my scalp gives me immediate relief. With my mind unfocused, and brain dazed I completely forget about Todoroki.
"What's wrong with you?! Izuku talk to me!" Hands shake my shoulders, my body being pushed and pulled like a child's toy.
All I can do is cry. Tears slip down my cheeks and a salty taste fills my mouth. I scratch at my arms, hating the feeling of my own skin. I'm disgusting. Gross. No one will ever love me.
I'm sorry this is so short, I don't even know if I'm going to keep this. It's not a full or planned chapter, it's more of a vent. I just needed something, someone to listen, even if it's just the bots who read my lame stories.
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Fanfictodoroki is a CEO of a modeling agency and izuku desperately needs money so when his friend offered him a gig he really didn't feel comfortable with it but he felt even less comfortable with no money so he goes for it! With the trauma of an ex and...
