Empty ---- Suicidal Todoroki x ED Bakugo ---- [BOOK 3]

4 - Wake

Katsuki's POV:

Despite having been drunk the night before, I woke up rather early the next morning. I sat there for a minute and tried to think of what could've possibly woken me up, but then it hit me.

I feel sick

Careful not to wake Todoroki up, I stumbled out of bed and across the room. I struggled to open the door for a moment, before finally making my way into the hallway. I went into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it carefully behind me.

Exhaling as I collapsed on the floor, I leaned in front of the toilet and expected to puke. However, nothing happened.

My stomach is churning

And my head...

I think it's just the alcohol

But still

Either way

I definitely ate way too much

I should get rid of it anyways

Even if I don't have to

And besides...

It'll make this feeling go away

This terrible feeling

All of this guilt lately

I will purge it away

I waited another few seconds to see if I felt sick anymore, but the natural urge to vomit was mostly gone. Despite this, I checked the time on my phone.

Okay, it's around 7am

So I just have to hurry

In case Todoroki wakes up

But I doubt he will, because he'll be hungover too

I should be fine

I shoved my fingers down my throat and closed my eyes.

Todoroki's POV:

"P-Please... I'm tired... I... I-I need a break."

"Do heroes get breaks out in the field?!?! No!!! They fight whether they're tired or not!!!"

I felt a hard slap across my face, causing me to loose my balance and fall to the ground.

"I will not tolerate your disrespect!!! Nor will I tolerate your refusal to try!!!"

"I-I am trying..."

He glared at me with such disgust, it sent a shiver down my spine. He lowered his tone, building up his volume slowly.

"If you're being honest with me right now... and you really are trying..."

His knee made contact with my chin.

"Then all hope for you is lost!!!" He screamed, as I looked down silently at the floor.

"Please s-stop it, Enji."

I heard my mother's frail and insecure footsteps near the entrance.

"H-He's still only 10 years old."

He stormed over angrily and slapped her across the face, sending her stumbling back with a glazed over look in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking the same thing I was.

'This again?'

Endeavor gestured to me.

"He's ALREADY 10, and he's made NO progress whatsoever. I found him trying to get into the medicine cabinet last night. What kind of 10 year old is already sneaking meds?!"