Class started like every other day, nothing of interest worth noting and all everyone talked about were their words. How Shoto wished he could share their joy when they smiled and laughed amongst each other.
But he can't.
As the day dragged on the word 'Scarface' echoed in his mind like a broken record. He couldn't silence it no matter how hard he tried. Once lunch time came. He limply lifted himself onto his feet, although reluctantly, and dragged himself to the cafeteria.
Shoto made his way to sit with his friends but a hand grabbed his and pulled him in the opposite direction. Too stunned and tired to do anything about it, Todoroki now found himself at Bakugo's table, the blond keeping an iron grip on his thin wrist.
"Bakugo..?"
"Meet me at my dorm, 7:30 pm sharp"
The words were harsh, bitter, and laced with venom, yet the boy felt inclined to listen despite his overbearing skepticism.
What on earth could Bakugo do to him at school? Well maybe it's not about what he would do, but rather...what he would say.
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FanfictionEveryone knows how they're going to die. It's not a word floating atop their heads, and it's not a text message they last checked in 2015. It's a tattoo. Lots of people have words such as, "Alone." "Murdered." "Old age." "Accident." But who on eart...
