Mha fluff/angst oneshots

🥀 Platonic Todobakudeku (sorta) 🥀

Tw! You should know the drill by now. See the roses, expect a triggering content!

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been in a rough patch. I made a poem and vent chapter and I'm debating posting it because it is very vulnerable because it's not a fic, it's real life. My life. So... lemme know if you're interested.

Otherwise, enjoy.

Third person POV:

Todoroki watched as his friend's usual self crumbled. Midoryia would go out of his way to hang out with everyone he could, laughing and smiling and making sure everyone was okay, simply because he had a hero like personality. But he's never seen him like this.

It started in psychology class, a crisp 8:00 morning with weather that made you regret even coming inside because of how beautiful it was. Their professor brought in a guest, announcing that they were going to run class a bit differently today.

"Meet Dr. Kenyon. He is originally from America but is traveling here for clinical research at an asylum. Today, you will get to hear a few things he learned in his years of his workforce and a few other topics, but I'll let him do the talking. Take it away," the professor said while moving to his desk and sipping on a juice box. Todoroki shifted in his seat nervously in the presence of probably his biggest idol. "Yes, hello. I am Kenyon. I've worked in this profession for over 30 years now and I have learned one main thing.

"Every psychiatrist has their own story to tell.

"Now you might be thinking I'm crazy but it's true. I myself have my own story that lead me to want to do this and have seen so many other people with the same, some were even patients of mine. Typically, we have the urge to fix people because we can't fix ourselves. Another reason may be guilt of never wanting anyone to feel the pain you had without help. But I know everyone here has a story. A reason you are working so hard simply just to save people from themselves and their lives."

As the professor spoke, Todoroki felt it hit close to home. He was right, he did have a story. But some of the people here really didn't seem to have one as well. Maybe that was him being naive, but who knew for sure that every psychiatrist had something happen to them or something they were going through that lead them? Maybe they just wanted to help people. For the sake of it.

"I'm sure you thought I came here for cool storied about the asylum or patients I've worked with or studied about. But you're wrong. Today, we are focusing on us. Because in psychiatry, therapy or most any other profession requiring a psychology class, you have to know how to understand yourself before trying to understand other people."

Todoroki swallowed and glanced around at his class, some of them smiling, some of them frowning and downcast. He shifted his focus back to the speaker.

"How many here have had to deal with abuse?"

The question was so out of no where, it shocked him. He looked around and saw other students looking around. "Don't be shy. Judgement free zone here."

Todoroki swallowed and raised his hand. It was no secret that he had death with abuse. It was evident on his face, an ugly burn scar covering half his face. Other students saw his hand raised and a few joined. Todoroki furrowed his brows, sadness pulling at his heart as he observed how many people, some he would even consider friends, have been abused.

"Okay. Thank you for sharing. How many of you have been bullied?"

Todoroki looked at his green haired friend, expecting his hand to go up only to find his fists clenched on his desk. A lot more people raised their hands, but he continued to keep them clenched. Everyone knew his history with Bakugo, the boy admitted to doing it himself. Why wasn't he raising his hand?