Broken (Sad Todoroki x Bakugo)

A day of pain

6:00am

Todoroki's POV

I jolted awake from my bed, sweat dripping down my face, as I sit in a state of panic. My hand slowly went to touch my cheek. It felt wet, as if I was crying. Still shaken, I got out of my bed, and walked into the bathroom, slowly turning on the faucet so I don't disturb the others sleeping. I cupped my hands under the water, and splashed it on my face, making sure that I stay awake. After a few more splashes, I turned off the water, and lifted my head up to look at the mirror. What reflected back at me was a lost teenager, who was struggling to fit in with his peers. The person who had the same nightmares and headaches repeating all over everyday, slowly damaging his mental health. With each passing day, those nightmares continue to haunt me, leaving me for nights without sleep, forming dark eyebags around my eyes. I looked homeless, and hopeless....

A minute has gone by, and I finally snapped out of my thoughts, and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed. Once I finished, I went downstairs to find something to eat. I opened the fridge, and found nothing but leftovers that have been there for the past week, and a old carton of milk. I've seen this so many times to the point where I'm just use to not eating in the morning, or even at all.

I walked out of the kitchen to step outside of the house to take a breather. The atmosphere was calm and quiet, something I've been wishing for many years, but has yet to come. The sun was rising, shining bright as a star. The light hit my face, giving it a warm glow. I wonder how something can be shining so bright for so long...

After a few minutes of gazing, I picked up my bag and started my walk to school. It was a 20 minute walk, since I didn't have the money to take a bus and all, but I've always appreciated it, for it was the only time where I could feel at peace in such a world like this. The birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming, and the trees were dancing with the wind. It was such scenery that I've always cherished. It makes me feel...calm.

Which I won't feel like once I've stepped into the warzone.

~Time skip~

After what felt like ten seconds, I heard the laughter of children from afar, ending the sound of silence. I slowly stopped my tracks to look at the gates. The gates of hell. I took a deep breath, before opening the gates that leads to the inside of the school. The hallways was loud and noisy, the usual for a regular high school. I was navigating my way to my locker, when I felt a hand on my back. Before I even had time to react, it shoved me into a empty classroom. My head was facing the wall, so I couldn't look back to see who it was, until I heard a voice.

"Hey IcyHot, you do realize you still owe me money, hah?" An angry voice echoed across the empty room. I turned my head a little, averting my eyes to convert a face that looked like...Bakugo's. He does realize that I'm broke as fuck, right?

"I don't have any money on me. I forgot to bring it with me today..." I mumbled quietly. His face looked even more angrier, as he let go of his grip on me, letting me fall straight to the ground. I winced in pain, then felt a hand hold me tightly by the collar. I opened my eyes and saw Bakugo's face close up on my face. I could feel his breath brush up on my face, and his eyes glared at me with a murderous intent. 

I gulped.

"Don't try that excuse on me again, it's not going to work again. You said that before, and I let you off that one time, but that doesn't mean I'll let you off this time." He growled before he punched me hard in the face. Then, landed one after the other, before grabbing me by the collar, and shoving my back hard on the wall. Even though it hurt really badly, I continued to show no signs of pain on my face. After all, I was use to it.

Eventually, he got bored and left me alone with my wounds. I slowly stood up, wobbling my way down towards the school gates. With my arm, I pushed the gates open, and fled from the school. I couldn't go on my day like this, and I couldn't go to the nurse to treat my wounds. I was too scared to be confronted later by Bakugo himself if that happened. It's easier to run away from my problems than to confront them.

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After a while, I stopped to take a gasp of air. I've been running home in my weakened state for what felt like an hour, so I was relieved to finally reach home. I walked my way up to the door, twisted the doorknob, and slowly opened it. I took a step inside, and..

*SLAP*

A hard slap stung on my left cheek, then another on my right, and a shove to the ground. I looked up, and saw my dad standing there, looking  more mad than I've ever seen in a while. To be honest, I didn't expect him to be home at all.

"Why're you here so early? Are you skipping school?" He didn't even bother to look at me in my current state to find out why.

I gulped, and slowly shook my head.

"I SAID ANSWER ME!" He punched me in the shoulder, making me fall to the ground. "WHAT'S THE POINT OF SENDING YOU TO SCHOOL, IF YOU DON'T EVEN MAKE AN EFFORT TO BE THERE? YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT ALL THAT HARD WORK I DID TO SEND YOU TO THAT SCHOOL WAS FOR NOTHING?! YOU'RE JUST BEING A PIECE OF SH!T, EATING AWAY MY MONEY AND WASTING MY TIME ON YOU." He gave me a hard kick on my stomach, before storming off to his room. I held a grip on myself, slowly getting up from the floor while clutching on my stomach, wobbling my way up the stairs into my room, closing the door behind me quietly. I was lucky for him not to give me a burn this time. My back slided against the door, and I wrapped my arms around my legs, letting tears fall down like a waterfall. I felt angry and sad, about everything that I had to endure up till now. All my life, I just wanted to be a great hero, but I apparently wasn't "giving it my all" according to my dad. He wants me to become No.1 in my class to fufil his dreams that he never got to experience. If only I could try harder...

You'll never become a true hero.

I stopped crying. A voice echoed inside of my head. Even though it wasn't actually someone talking, it felt so...real.

If only you would've been more stronger, your father would be more proud of you. It ringed in my head again as I started to think about my existence.

Why was I born? What purpose do I have in this world? Would I ever be the person that my dad has always dreamed of? Will life finally turn back to what it was if fulfilled?

Would I....become me again?

A strong feeling struck over me. I ran into the bathroom, and grabbed the small pocketblade from the sink. I looked at my right arm, which was covered in bandages. I slowly unwrapped them, and was met by many cuts and scars all over. Each cut showcased a previous emotional or physical scar that was left by my Dad and Bakugo. I cautiously pressed the blade on my arm, trying to be careful as to not touch any of my old ones. One turned to two, then to three. Blood slowly dripped from my arm to the ground, almost like a raindrop falling from a rain cloud. It continued to pour until I reached for the new bandages in the medicine cabinet, re-wrapping my arm(It's always been done like that)

After I finished cleaning up, I returned to my bed, and flopped down on the pillow. I felt tired but not tired at the same time. That feeling wasn't so uncommon in a day-to-day basis. But this time, I managed to fall fast asleep before everyone else did. My  body relaxed from its past state, and slowly enters the Wonderland that we call Dreams.