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It had now been about thirty minutes, since the green haired teen had returned with the tired raven haired teacher. Leaving a tired Aizawa with a much too irritated Todoroki, who didn't understand why he couldn't just go to sleep, and instead of sleeping had to listen to one more lecture. Atleast this time is weren't from Iida..
"I still don't understand, why you refused to eat at dinner" Aizawas voice came out pretty low, almost as if he tried to tell his student that he weren't up for this shit. But the gaze he were sending the younger, told otherwise. His gaze sending shivers down the youngers spine, while he tried his best to get the point through.
Todoroki just send his gaze to the side, as he ones again turned one of his Teachers gazes down. Looking as if the floor beside the oposite couch, were really interesting.
"Midoriya told me about, how you refused to eat even the smallest bite of your food" The teacher said, while letting a small hint of worry slip onto his normally neutral expression. He leant slightly forward on the couch, as he tried to make his student look his way. Todoroki still didnt look at him though, only letting his eyes close slightly as the sound of air getting sucked in could be heard.
The two toned boy met his teachers concerned gaze, as he debated in his head on rather he should:
Talk, and probably get a lecture more from both his teacher and Iida.
Or
Just walk out of the room, as the uncontrolable pounding in his head, didn't seem to be getting to an end any time soon.
He didn't get time to think much of it though, as a deep sigh brought him back to the cruel reality he were living in. His gaze quickly looking up from it's previous position, only to be met with the red eyes of his teacher, his raven hair standing high in the air as his quirk were activated. Telling the heterochromiatic male to choose his next actions wisely.
"You are going to eat, rather you like it or not" He opened his mouth, ready to protest, when his teachers voice ones again rang throughout his ears, startling the younger as his mouth quickly closed itself. "And we can do this the 'easy' way or the hard way" Aizawa waited, letting his student understand what were happening before he continued. "The 'easy' way being you eating 'real' food, without me needing to shove it down your throat-" Todoroki gulped at that, he could already imagen how horrifying it would be to have Aizawa shove food down his already sore throat. "- or, we can do this the hard way, where i am going to ask Recovery Girl to insert a tube, that goes from a food bag directly to your stomach" Aizawa poked Todoroki on his stomach, where the tube would be installed as to prove a point.
Todorokis eyes widened at his teachers statement, not just because of the obsured idea, but because he knew the raven haired teacher wouldn't think twice before making it a reality.
Aizawa looked at his student a big sarcastic smirk on his face, as he continued with his request- "It's your choice kid. But i would pick the first option if i were you.. just saying" He got up from the couch, leaving a startled Todoroki on the couch as he were about to leave. The older were about half the way to the door, when a hoase voice made him stop in his tracks. "I c-choo-se th-e f-first o-option" Aizawa didn't say anything to his students statement, he just smirked to himself, before making his way out of the dorm building.
The two toned boy decided to finally make his way towards his dorm room, as all of his other classmates finally decided to leave him alone when the teacher had entered. They had all either went to bed or gone to one of their friends rooms to have small talks. Pretty much what they do every day.. was the only thought leaving Todorokis head.
And after a much too exhausting walk from the elevator to his dorm rooms door, he finally made to his bed. Letting out a relieved sigh, when the weight on his legs finally shifted. Who would of thought such a short walk would make him so exhausted.. He let his gaze wander around his silent bedroom, only to realise that something felt utterly wrong.
To begin with, he didn't understand what it could be. Until, he let his gaze wander towards his closet. It weren't a big closet, only big enough to have a small amount of clothes, while there were a small space in the bottom to some boxes. It were probably to shoes and other things like that, but the things Todoroki kept there, were something he didn't want the others to see.
He got up from his bed, making his way, on almost too wobbly legs over to his closet, where he opened the closets door slightly. Just enough for him to peak inside, and then let his gaze wander towards the bottom of his closet, only to realise the spot were he normally had his 'things', were empty. His heart instantly sank. As the only thought going through his mind were...-
Where is my razors?!..
He began to panic slightly, as the razors had been the only thing he used to relive his pain. It's not like he used them all the time, only when he felt it were really important. But now...
He began letting his thoughts run wild, as his panic began taking up all of his other senses.
Where are they?!
Who took them?!
Who would even take them?
Who wouldn't want him to relieve the pain he felt constantly?
He took in a deep sigh, as he tried to calm himself. Sliding down the wall beside his closet slowly, while pulling his knees to his chest, trying to relieve the panic that had taken up his mind and body. But without much luck, he began rocking slightly from side to side, as his breathing began quickening with each passing second. Until he remembered the words his sister used to tell him..
"Next time you feel like your going to panic, try rocking from side to side as you trace small squares on your knee"
He did as his sister had advised, and slowly traced small squares on his right knee, while rocking from side to side. His breathing began to slow, as his eyes began feeling heavier. After all he hadn't slept in a while..
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Heros Fall
Fanfiction(Not my art) The days are flowing by like seconds and nobody seemed to notice how one of their fellow classmates were hurting, both on the inside but also at the outside. This story do contain: Abuse, swearing and other /maybe/ sensitive topics. Sta...