𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦

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[𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦 ]
•𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬•
[𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 01, 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 2021]
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𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒗

⚠︎𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: Mature language and slight topic mentioning death or unaliving.
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He had at all times wondered what the locked door of his subconscious secret room had been hiding.
He grew up in a place that left him begging for satisfactory answers to his millions of questions. He'd been tamed in the hands of a spurious man seen as a hero by the public, which left him the desire to sleep and never wake up.

And that was not Todoroki contemplating death, that was just a young ruined kid wishing to be spared. The meaning behind does words were beyond human thinking. Science and religion would claim it foolish and irrational. Although those words are quite simple to depict. Its complexity only comes from the confused feelings a man would feel towards that basic idea.

"If I died everything would be easier."

Yes, he thought. But did he mean his words?

Todoroki wasn't complexed about his thoughts on it. He was scared of death. He was scared of the pain he would have to go through. He was beyond frightened at the slightest suggestion of his last breath. However, once everything turns to tears it wasn't as scary as he would imagine. He became used to the idea. That still didn't change the fact that he wouldn't want to die literally.

All the white and red haired boy ever wanted was to close his eyes and be okay. All he wanted was to be assured that no matter where he fell and why he did so, someone out there would help him get back up on his feet. He needed a reason to hold onto life. He needed a safe place, filled of colors he would swim into.

That was the reason why the instant sight of the immaculate empty void in his mind left him deceived due to the lack of charm and enchanting illusions he always dreamed of. The horizon was blank and the surface was blurred by mist. Once he squinted his eyes something came into view.

He wasn't alone then...
Was he?

He tried to approach the silhouettes but his legs were numb, the sole of his feet stuck to the ground. Though it wasn't alarming to him, he felt quite comfortable, he was just curious.

He represented the omnipresent spectator, while in front of him the answers he searched for were out of reach.

"Who are they?" He thought to himself.

But his voice echoed around the void, fading away as his tone died down. The silhouettes stopped their silent bickering, offering a glance to the boy. They had finally acknowledged his presence. Or maybe they always knew he was there. Perhaps they were patiently waiting for his visit.

They were sat in a circle, chained to the floor. Their lips were bound by dark bruising muzzles, muffling their voices, their words, their ability to express their sufferings. They could only watch as Shoto looked desperate. His desire to move, to explore grew bigger, burning holes in the pit of his stomach.

Then a flash of red attracted his attention, his eyes bored into a standing silhouette. Circled by the others, he was declared an outcast, his hands free of captivity.

He seemed to be staring at Shoto, his aura reaching for the males help. His blurry lips moved into hushed pleadings and sinful terms. The dual haired teen's eyes glanced down and upon his action he met the wounding shackles locked around the silhouette's leg. Traces of black blood followed its proprietor stopping as soon as the unknown figure dropped on his knees, his body centimeters away from his savior.