Todoroki's pov 🌧️🌸
⚠️Self harm, dark thoughts⚠️
The human mind is truly the scariest thing. It's such a dark place that no person can fully understand how the one is feeling. Like me. Empty on the inside, battered and bruised on the outside. I've grown numb that all I can do is lay staring at the ceiling.
The taste of metallic was overwhelming in my mouth. But I didn't bother spitting it out. I could hear footsteps growing closer to my dorm room. All of my lights are off so I'm hoping nobody knows I'm in here.
"Open up half and half bastard!" Banging came from my door.
I didn't respond for two reasons. Hoping he'd leave and worried if I spoke it would come out as a gurgle of me choking on my own blood. The pounding stopped eventually. Then it was replaced by even louder bangs more sporadic. Is he banging his shoulder against the door?
Bright lights hit my face as the door was now laying on the ground. Great something else I'll have to pay for. On the outside I only looked bruised but if he's to look closer he'll realize the injury in my stomach. Caused by no other than myself.
"What did you do Icy-hot?" He mumbled.
I spit blood onto the floor before I spoke. His eyes widened by the amount and applied pressure onto my stomach.
"It's not that bad right?" I coughed.
"You'd be an idiot if you thought that." He growled.
After that the sound grew distant. I could tell he was yelling but it sounded like we are under water. My eyes grew heavy and Bakugou locked eyes with me. I could see the panic as he slapped my cheek gently trying to keep me awake. But it was no use, my eyes closed. I wondered if I ever wanted them to open again.
⚠️Over⚠️
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*3 months later*
For these past three months Bakugou hasn't left me alone. If I'm ever alone he'll show up. Even after the incident he stopped being so competitive with me.
"You never told me why you came to my dorm that night." I mumbled as I did my homework.
"None of your business." Bakugou replied.
"You broke my door I think it is." I glanced at him.
There was a slight pink dusting on his cheeks. If I wasn't paying close attention I wouldn't have noticed.
"I was there because I could smell the blood in the hallway." He grumbled.
"Then why are you blushing?" I questioned.
"I'm not it's just a bit hot in here." He huffed.
I stood up from my seat sitting next to him. His gaze didn't move away from his lap.
"Will you tell the truth?" I asked.
"I just told you." He rolled his eyes.
"Maybe partially the truth." I tilted my head.
"I don't think you ever deserved to be alone especially that night." He looked me in the eyes.
We held our gaze for a few minutes then his face grew closer. His lips touched mine and I didn't dare to move away. Was it that I loved Katsuki Bakugou? Or was I desperate for someone to understand me?
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