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🥀 seroroki 🥀

TW!! WARNINGS ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION!!

LEAVE SHIP RECS IF YOU HAVE ANY! I MIGHT START REPEATING I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!

Third person POV:

Todoroki sat idly on his bathroom floor, the familiar burn in his arms centering him back to reality. He honestly felt stupid; resorting to hurting himself to cope with the fact that he was in pain mentally. He doesn't really know why he thought of this, but now it has become the only thing that helps him. The blade fell to the ground with a loud clink and his arms trembled. The pain was his only reminder that he was alive, feeling numb after his massive panic attack. He knows this isn't healthy, that he should grab a towel and put pressure on it. But he doesn't. He lets the blood drip, loving the rush of adrenaline it brings him that this could possibly be the last thing he does.

When he figured out that he wasn't even going to pass out from blood loss this time, he sighed and picked the blade up before standing to his feet unsteadily. He set the blade on the counter before staring at himself in the mirror. He squinted to see through the fuzzy vision, but sighed again after seeing how destroyed he looked, his face red and puffy being the only evidence of any emotion on his expression.

When he left the bathroom and entered his dorm, he looked out the patio window. He decided a breath of fresh air could help, possibly bring him back from this numb state. Doubtfully, he slid the door open, immediately hit with a skunky smell. Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking around him only to see his neighbor sitting on his patio with what looked to be a cigarette in his hand but he wasn't sure. "Sero?" Todoroki asked, the cold sending shivers to his bare arms, which he just now realized were bare. He hid his wrists behind his back. "Sh-shit..." he muttered, pulling the bad smelling cigarette away from his lips and letting out a cough, smoke escaping from his mouth. "What are you doing?" Todoroki asked monotonously, despite knowing exactly what was happening. "Y-you weren't supposed to find out..."

"Yeah, I figured as much. Why does it smell so weird though?" Todoroki asked, letting the confusion get the best of him. "Just a little something to clear my head. You know, finals are coming up and I just need a break..." he mumbled. Anyone could tell he was apprehensive with his answers, as if he were carefully walking on eggshells, making sure nothing cracked or made a sound. "Ah. I see."

The silence was almost louder as Sero sighed and took another hit of whatever he was smoking. Todoroki shifted awkwardly, feeling the way his wrists seared painfully at the weird twisted position. "I'll be right back.." he whispered before going inside to grab a zip-up hoodie. When he came back out, though, Sero was in his room.

~

The next morning, Sero seemed to be avoiding Todoroki. Everytime the dual-colored teen even came remotely close to him, Sero would walk away. He even stopped mid conversation to walk away.

Todoroki didn't understand why he was avoiding him so much. He didn't judge Sero for what he was doing. He had no place to. He had just shredded his arms to de-stress. It's not much better. But, it's not like Sero knew he did that, so realistically he understood why Sero would be nervous. As soon as the final bell rang, Todoroki gathered his things and immediately made his way to his dorm room. When he entered and locked himself in, the built up anxiety from today had hit him all at once.

He could feel his heart rate pick up with racing thoughts, his palms sweating as his arms trembled. When he was at school, he could shove it all down. But as soon as he was alone in his dorm, he couldn't stop the flooding anxiety, the memories, the thoughts, everything. He felt like his throat was closing, desperately trying to gasp in any amount of oxygen. He slammed his bathroom door open, felling a pang of disappointment to see the dried puddle of blood on the ground that accumulated over the last week given how many panic attacks he's been having.