Suicidal Midoriya x Todoroki | Invisible

6 | One Day

Izuku Midoriya

A long sigh flooded from Todoroki's lips before he spoke. "I could make another joke right here, but I won't." His eyes did not reflect the subtle tinge of benevolence that his countenance was illuminated with. "I'm okay, Izuku. Just tired. I don't get sick very often, but I guess this illness has taken quite a toll on me. So, sorry if I'm not acting like myself." His steely, austere aura pervaded the room.

Midoriya's expression wilted at the severed glow of Todoroki's words. "Then I'm really sorry I bugged you... You were probably resting. But since you always ask me, it's my turn to ask you: can I do anything for you?"

Todoroki closed his eyes. "I'd say to snuggle with me, but I don't want to influence you with my being sick. I worded that weirdly. Ignore that." He slowly blinked his eyes open again. "I would like to rest, but if you need me again, I'm here." He nodded.

"Okay. I love you, Sho. Get well soon."

"Thanks, Izuku. Love you too."

Well, that was an awkward, dry interaction, Midoriya thought to himself while heading towards his own dorm. I can't blame him, though. What now? Homework. So much...homework. I'm hungry, but I don't really feel like making anything. Maybe I'll have more motivation in a few hours. Well, I told myself the same thing yesterday, and I still haven't eaten. It's not even that difficult. It's so easy. I hate how pathetic I am... Geez. One day, I'll find it in myself to overcome these simple challenges.

Later that afternoon, Midoriya decided that he'd stop by Bakugou's dorm. His chest was gripped by perturbation as he hesitantly knocked on his friend's door.

Although Midoriya anticipated the door to be yanked open, it was casually opened by Bakugou, who wrinkled his nose at the sight of Midoriya. "H-Hi, Kacchan." Midoriya feigned a smile.

"The hell do you want?" Bakugou muttered while crossing his arms. "And Icyhot's not with you?"

Midoriya shook his head. "He's not feeling well. But, um, I came to ask for a favor... I didn't get to write down the math formula that was on the board since the start of class." His shoulders raised a bit while his brows sank down.

Bakugou expelled a hefty groan. "Why didn't you write it down?"

"I..." Midoriya trailed off into silence, and that silence began to coil around his neck. "I just... I-It doesn't matter. I'll return the favor however you want. I just really need that formula." He felt as though his hot breaths were condensing within his skull.

"You damn ol' Deku," growled the ash-blonde innocuously. "Oi. C'mere." He gestured for Midoriya to enter his dorm.

Why am I so anxious? Like I can't breathe. Like my limbs are resting on pins and needles. Calm down.

Once Midoriya entered Bakugou's dorm, the latter inquired, "The hell's been going on with you, Deku?"

"Um. Nothing? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb."

"I-I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Icyhot's worried about you," Bakugou sighed with squinted eyes. "Told me he was afraid something bad was gonna happen to you, and if I could keep a better eye on you. He didn't give me any specific details, so I don't know jack shit about what's going on. All I know is that he's concerned about you, and you've been acting off lately." He canted his head and flicked his brows upward.

One day, I'll be able to tell you the truth, Kacchan, but right now, I couldn't if I wanted to. "I've just been overworking myself. Nothing serious." Midoriya didn't dare meet Bakugou's vermillion gaze.

"You and Icyhot are both shit liars, y'know that? Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth, Deku."

Please don't make me do this... thought Midoriya as consternation seared his veins. I'm not ready to admit the truth. It was hard enough admitting all that I did to Shouto. I don't distrust you at all, but I...can't even get the words out. I'm afraid. It just doesn't feel right. It's like I'm trying to breathe in honey.

Midoriya slowly lifted his gaze to meet the ferocity of Bakugou's cerise eyes. "Kacchan, that was the truth..." His body implored him to avert his eyes.

"Promise?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Tch. I still don't believe you, but I'm obviously not getting more out of you." Bakugou ejected two thin streams of air through his nostrils. "You been with Icyhot today?"

Midoriya nodded. "He's resting. I just left his dorm."

"'Kay," Bakugou sighed. "Just don't do reckless shit, Deku. You got it?"

Midoriya nodded with a sheepish smile. "Got it. But why did you want to know that?" He tilted his head and arched his brows.

"I'll text you the formula." With that, Bakugou approached the door to his dorm and clasped onto the handle.

"W-Wait, you didn't answer my question."

Mere seconds felt like hours as Bakugou vacantly stared at the floor. "I'm only fucking human, Deku." His point-blank utterance bit into Midoriya's bones with boiling frost. "That's all you need to know."