Misery loves your company.
You scream,
You cry,
You tell it to leave.
But it lives where you live.
It breathes what you breathe.
It hears what you hear.
It feels what you feel.
It knows you want it gone, how you want it to never return in your life.
But it will never leave.
It can't right now, the exit has been locked. Somebody just needs to find the key.
Dark thoughts spread in your mind like wildfire. You were at your lowest as you walked through the halls of your brand-new middle school for the first time.
It was almost as if you could smell the nauseating scent of teenage hormones scattered through the hallways.
You felt exposed and vulnerable. As if your every move was being analysed and judged by your peers.
However, you came to an abrupt stop when you accidentally collided with the back of another person.
It dawned on you that you had been so preoccupied with the wrong things around you. So much that you failed to pay attention to your immediate surroundings.
Great.
"Shit, sorry." was all that you could manage to spit out.
The boy that you had bumped into turned around, his appearance caught you completely by surprise.
With heterochromatic eyes and split red and white hair, he had to be the most unique person you'd ever seen, in a good way.
As his eyes swept over you, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of self-consciousness. He was analysing you pretty intensely.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, he locked eyes with you. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place, almost as if he recognised you.
He stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the strap of his bag. "It's fine, just watch where you're going next time."
He had a surprisingly deep voice for a middle schooler, you assumed that he was also a third-year from that alone.
You gave the boy a small nod and an apologetic smile, "Right, sorry again." You uttered with slight hesitation before scooting past him.
The heavy pit of worry in your stomach had gotten a little lighter. Your deepest worry at your new school was that it would be exactly like your old one, but that interaction had put you a little at ease.
If you had bumped into somebody at your old school, 'It's fine' definitely wouldn't have been a phrase you heard coming out of their mouth.
For about a minute, you had been mindlessly walking around, searching for your classroom. That was when you felt someone lightly place their hand on your shoulder.
You spun around quickly, startled by the sudden unknown contact.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The boy that you had run into earlier removed his hand from your shoulder when you turned around.
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•I'D RATHER DIE• (Todoroki X Reader)
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