•Depressed Todoroki Oneshots•

The Christmas Special 

I'm back on track baby!!!!!!!! YEAH I GOT BACK INTO MY MHA PHASE FOR A BIT SO HERES ONE CHAPTER IDK-
(I'm making this for Christmas btw, happy holidays)

TW: WORDS LIKE KYS, SWEARING, SELFHARM, ABUSE, WOUNDS ECT

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It was Christmas Eve, every student attending UA was busting with excitement as they got sent back to their homes for the holidays. Well, everyone but Shoto, Shoto Todoroki. He didn't have a 'normal' home life, if you can even call it a home. His father was extremely abusive and his mother was mentally insane. Shoto grew up thinking it was normal to have a father who would hit, punch, threaten and nearly kill his son. Until he went to school. It was the only time his family would allow him to socialise, even if that is only speaking when given a heads up first.

^^^

"Bye guys I can't wait to see you all after break!!" Mina exclaimed. Others agreed and embraced each other, apart from Shoto. He was dreading going back and was clinging onto the only healthy happy part of his life. He already asked Aizawa if he could stay but... to no avail.

A few hours pass. A van shows up outside UA. "Hello." A simple greeting went a long way. Shoto got a little happier being spoken too.
He hopped into the van and was driven to his fathers house. He refuses to ever call it a home, as after all, it never felt like it. All his happiness immediately faded away as he exited the van. Stood in front of him was his father with a stern look. "Shoto." He formally greeted, with no passion and or love.

They entered the house. There was a eerie stillness to the place. As if no one ever lived in it. Shoto took of his shoes and hung up his coat and bag.  He started making his way to his room when his father touched his shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?!" Shoto didn't answer, he wasn't given a signal as to answer. " I said where do you think you're going!!!!!" He yelled. Making shotos ears ring slightly. "Nowhe- nowhere. Why father" he stuttered. "You aren't here to relax. You have things to do around here. Stop being a disappointment!!" That word always made Shoto tremble. He hated that word. As a little boy he was called that quite a lot. "Yes father, what do I need to do."
"You must clean the house from top to bottom. Then you must train. My son won't be a loser."
"Damn it."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
His father pushed him to the ground and activated his fire quirk. He placed his hand on shotos wrist. Burning it to a crisp. Shoto screamed and whined in pain. Tears flooding his eyes. His father stopped and stomped away. "You better do what I say, or else."
"Yes father."

Shoto got up quick and stared at his arm. He felt shame, what if someone noticed. He remembered he had a first aid kit in his room from when he was younger. He rushed upstairs to find it. He opened it and it was empty. I guess he used it already, though he had to memory of using it. Shoto changed his clothes to something more comfortable. Which was an itchy sweater and some y2k jeans.

He cleaned the entire house, trained and gained new bruises and cuts all around him from his father. After all the torment he shuffled to the bathroom. He looked in the cabinet and grabbed a razor. He brought it to his porcelain skin and made a line. It felt so good. So relieving. So... bad. It hurt so bad. It hurts. But he couldn't stop. The thoughts in his head made him keep doing more and more AND MORE. Until the floor was coated in his crimson blood. He couldn't breathe. His tears were mixing with his blood. He got a mop. He cleaned the floor and put it away. Shoto jumped in the shower and regretted it immediately. Everything stung. Stung bad. It sent shockwaves around him. He couldn't take it anymore. Got out got dressed and put a coat on. He snuck downstairs and  put his snow shoes on. He quietly opened the door and was nearly completely outside when his father saw him. "What the fuck are you doing. You ungrateful bastard?!" Shoto took this opportunity to run. He ran as far as he could and got to the park. He dropped to his knees weeping, his coat hood drooped over his head.

He heard footsteps approaching him. "Hey.. sir are you okay?"
Shoto jumped and backed up. It was Midoriya and Bakugou in front of him.
"Woah, holy shit icey hot- what the fuck is up with you?!" Bakugou yelled which made Shoto flinch. "It's nothing I'm fine." Shoto stood up and started walking away from them. Holding back tears. "HEY IM TALKING TO YOU!!" Bakugou grabbed his arm which made shotos sleeve roll up and made Shoto scream in pain.
"Todoroki-kun wh- what is that?...." Deku stared in disbelief.
"It's nothing go away!" Shoto snapped.
"Tod- todoro-" Shoto cut deku off by pushing him and  yelling. "ITS NOTHING YOU USELESS BASTARD. YOU DONT DESERVE ANYTHING, FUCKING LOSER. KYS." Shoto then ran away tears dripping from his eyes as he ran.

Midoriya was on the floor shaking. "That.. that wasn't Shoto.. wh- why how-how did he-"
"I don't know dumbass.. somethings up with that Dickhead. He's right though get up loser."
"should we follow him!?"
"UGHH FINEE."

Shoto was against a tree sitting in the snow. Some kids were throwing snowballs in front of him. He watched in awe, his siblings never got to play with him.

Bakugou and deku were running everywhere. Trying to find Shoto. After a while it got dark.
They found Shoto after hours of searching
Shoto was sleeping against the tree. Covered in snow. His sleeping face was so calm. And he looked pale.. almost purple. Bakugou checked his breathing, he heard nothing. He checked his pulse and

Shoto wasn't alive anymore.

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Yes all of these end with him dying 😝😝😝😝
I might turn this into it's own book without him dying at the end, might add a ship too. I was thinking TodoBaku as it's my Main ship.