𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦

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[𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦 ]
•𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞•
[𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 01, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 2021]
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𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂 (𝒍𝒐𝒇𝒊 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

⚠︎𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This chapter contains mature language and Mention of bruises.
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Let me out...

The heart was a tricky player. It plays by its own rules on an unequal match. The brain marks its first point, confident about its choices and yet the heart comes back with two different points delivered with aggression which leaves the game dysfunctional.

For a long time people wondered why humans were consequently dissimilar by their thinking. Associated to the same species and often sharing the same instincts, they were expected to have identical flaws and terminate unsound.
However, why bank on two parties' similarity, when a Man on itself struggles with two sides; their heart and their mind.

Let me out...

And this same thought or fact left Todoroki in disarray. As his mind fought against his heavy heartbeats, he tried to fall back asleep.

Let me out...

He counted from one to hundred but it was a failure.
Then he started from a thousand, subtracting the number four, each time.
1000, 996, 992, 988, 984...
However, his heart would not calm down.

He curled his toes, counting up to five before relaxing them. He did the same, pressing his thighs together counting up to five, then releasing them. His posterior, his hands, and his shoulders went through the same routine until his body felt numb and the pressure was subsided.

Let me out Shoto...

"Damn it!"

Todoroki hadn't imagined it, something really called out his name ordering to let them out. Call him crazy all you want, but he had felt it devour him. It couldn't have been just his imagination.
The voice had sounded closely like his own. The same tone but with more emotions enveloping it. It had been angry, enraged wishing to hurt, to take revenge.

No matter how resistant his mind was towards this notion, his heart spoke to him in a language he couldn't ignore.

And that's why Todoroki was not scared of that feeling. Actually he was kind of relieved. His father had moulded his personality into one he would trick and control and the fact that he could feel some other emotions than the one he usually had made him feel less imprisoned.
It was as if the door at the back of his mind finally opened to him, though he was regrettably steps away from reaching it.

He sighed heavily changing his sleeping position, the soft pillow on his bed caressing his right cheek. His eyes deviated to his alarm and the red lighting of the object showed him the time.

05:20

After the training that had ended up strangely, he found himself in pain waking up on Saturday night. Too hurt to move he had stayed in the basement, falling asleep until Sunday morning. Once he had woken up again this time, the pain got worse. He was welcomed back to reality with a strucking headache, his ribs hurting and a slight feeling of emptiness which got him disappointed.

When he was closed to passing out, he had felt almost completed, like he was never going to be alone again. Like he was finally ready to face his problems. He was never scared, though he still never felt the courage to act upon his sentiments. He was just frank when needed. He said what he thought every time, but this never happened when he was at home.