ShigaTodo Stories Book 2

🖤Dark Secret🥀

TW: This story contains mention of attempted r*pe and self harm.
Please do not read if these topics upset you. 

Todoroki had been acting weird for the last two weeks. And I mean really weird. Ever since returning from his last mission with Dabi, he had been acting very different. He would refuse to eat or drink anything, often going entire days without consuming much of anything. If he did eat, it was something very small. Like toast and a small glass of water. He also locked himself up in his bedroom, refusing to talk to anyone. His attitude had also changed, going from mainly monotone yet caring to one that was extremely melancholy. He would also get especially annoyed at anyone who dared to ask him if he was alright or if something was going on. Another thing that had changed was Todoroki's consent to letting anyone touch him. Sure, he had never really been a touchy-feely person, but now he absolutely refused any and all physical contact. 

These new boundaries even went towards Shoto's boyfriend Tomura, who had been badly affected by these changes.
Shigaraki had tried talking to Todoroki, but soon found that it was useless. So instead he tried texting, and was ultimately left on read. 
He offered to take Todoroki anywhere he wanted in an attempt to cheer him up. Todoroki always said that he was too tired to go anywhere or that he didn't want to leave the hideout. 
Todoroki wouldn't even sleep in the same bed as Shigaraki now, having gone back to his room from when he had first joined the League. Due to this, Shigaraki hadn't been sleeping properly, having found it much easier for him to sleep when he was in the same bed as Shoto. This had been going for about two weeks, and Shigaraki has had enough of it. 

Shigaraki's stared at the sweat that raced down his untouched beer glass, puddling  and creating a ring around the bottom of the mug, his red eyes pools of loneliness and sorrow. He missed being around Shoto so much. Loneliness. It's been so long since Shigaraki had felt this feeling. He had realized how much he really truly hated it. Todoroki's absence in Shigaraki's life had began affecting him in bad ways. He wouldn't eat as much, he had been drinking more alcohol in an attempt to cope, and he had dropped all of his planning in order to just wallow in his own pity. 

Kurogiri had been watching Tomura, his golden eyes narrowed in concern for the young man's well being. "You really should go talk to young Todoroki." Kurogiri advised, settling down the beer glass he was cleaning, arms crossing behind his back. 
"You don't think I've tried that? He just won't listen.." 
"That's why you must be persistent, Tomura. Do not take no for an answer."
Shigaraki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes looking down at the floor, "I don't know.."
"I know how much you want the young Todoroki you fell in love with back, we all do. But sitting here drinking away your sorrow isn't going to solve anything. If any of us could get him to open up once again, it would be you."

Deciding that taking Kurogiri's advice(more like orders) was worth a shot, Shigaraki stood up from his chair and left the bar room. He went to Todoroki's room door, knocking upon it. "Hey, it's me. Can I come in?" Silence followed, so Shigaraki went into the room anyway. The room was dingy-looking, the only light coming from the orange glow of a lamp on the beside table. Going over to the futon Todoroki was laying on, Shigaraki saw that the younger male was sleeping. Todoroki had always been a deep sleeper, always sleeping with a peaceful look on his face. But now he looked scared, as if sleep was now something he feared. His hair, which Shoto has let grow out to his shoulders, looked unkempt and oily, which suggested the idea that he had stopped taking care of himself. 

Shigaraki began contemplating if he should wake Todoroki up or not, but then got distracted as he noticed something peeking out from the peppermint haired male's sleeves. Upon closer inspection, Tomura realized that what he was seeing was bandages. His heart sank into his stomach, throat tightening as the cornflower blue haired male slowly and carefully rolled up his boyfriend's sleeves. There were areas on the bandages that looked like blood, some splotches newer than others. Panic set in as Shigaraki checked the other arm, the same situation on that side as well. Shigaraki gripped and pulled up Todoroki's shirt, his stomach also bandage wrapped. It had been a little over a year since Shoto had stopped harming himself. He had promised Shigaraki he would never hurt himself again. So for him to go back on his promise like this, it sent Tomura into whirlwind of despair.