TW: * Mentions of emotional abuse * use of the word "retard" * Drug use: Cannabis
═══════════════🍃💨════════════ Monday, 7:45 am Los Angeles, California
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Touya Todoroki was pissed.
He felt sweat pooling underneath his dark, crewneck sweater as he pushed the bike pedals with his feet to make it up the hill to get to his best friend's street.
"Bitch ass fuckin' hill, got me pedaling my bike, sweating, at-" he paused his thoughts to finish up the hill, pause to relax, and looked at his Apple Watch.
"7:45 in the fuckin morning! Ok, ok, relax Touya, just breathe. Remember, you're healing, and this is just part of the process," he took a deep breath, chain swinging in the process as he sat back down on his bike, pedaling on.
Just a little ways down the street, sunlight seeped through the closed blinds of a bedroom and onto the jumbled sheets. Light snoring could be heard from underneath the pillow as the person buried beneath all of the pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals was in a deep sleep.
That is, until Touya came, hopping his bike over the curb and coasting up under the window of said bedroom.
The teenager stopped his bike, leaning it up against the house, and bent down, beginning to throw small, plastic pellets he had in his pocket at the window.
"AYE! AYE! N/N! N/N, OPEN THE FUCK UP!"
There was a loud groan, multiple thudding sounds followed by a slew of curse words before the blinds rolled up and the window opened, you peeping your head out, bonnet over your eyes.
"WHAT, BITCH?!" You yelled raspily, angry at Touya for waking you up so early.
"C'mon, you know we got school!" He yelled back up, making you sigh and close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Since when, the fuck, did you care about school all like that? Plus, you know we all show up late anyways!" You yelled as Touya sat back down on the bike.
