Broken (Sad Todoroki x Bakugo)

Revealed Secret

Todoroki's POV

Ever since that time we met at the park, me and Bakugo had become closer now. We would hang out everyday at school, even sitting at his lunch table. I finally found someone who was feeling at least some of the pain that I was feeling. I was happy. Midoriya, however, was not.

"Shoto, why do you ignore me? What have I done wrong?" He exclaimed for the third time as I was packing up to leave the school. I sighed and turned to face him.

"Midoriya, I appreciate you, but, we as friends don't really...click." I said with a straight face. His expression of shock didn't surprise me too much.

"What...what do you mean? Don't you remember those fun times we had back then?" That made me stop for a second. Yes, it was true, I had Midoriya as a friend, along with his group, but everytime I saw them, I felt so...left out, like I didn't belong there. In fact, I don't think I belong anywhere. They're just seem so kind and innocent, and I don't want to ruin the vibe with my gloomy self, so it's best to just...stay away.

"Yes, I do, but I don't feel like a part of that 'group', Midoriya. I'm sorry." I slowly started to walk away from him, but he grabbed my arm. I looked back, and saw tears in his eyes.

"S-Shoto-kun...we never thought of you like that. We always accept you with all our hearts. We're all friends." 

" 'We?' Who's we? That's just you." I loosened out of his group and ran off. I could hear him sobbing from behind, but I can't just turn back..not now.

Finally, I had someone to talk to: Bakugo. Unlike Deku, he understands me, even though he bullied me in the past, but the past is in the past, and I'm suppose to forget about it...right?

Right?

I just stood there by the gate, thinking back to all those times in my 'friend group'. Everytime one of them smiled, it made me feel more and more left out. I always disliked how they got along so well together, how they make friends everywhere they go. I just want people to notice me-

"Hey, Todoroki!" I felt a hand on my shoulders. It was Bakugo. Never expected him to be here.

"What are you doing here, I thought you left already."

"Nah, I decided to surprise you and wait for you instead. What took you so long?"

"Nothing." I mumbled as I looked at the ground and walked off. It seemed that Bakugo wasn't taking that, because he continued to match up my pace as I tried to out-walk him.

"Oi, what's wrong? You're acting strange. Is everything alright?" I didn't feel like telling him anything, I'll just be wasting his time.

"Yep, I'm fine." I shot him a small smile and walked off.

Bakugo's POV

Okay, I swear that smile was fake. Obviously, he's hiding something from me. but what?

"Oi, Todoroki, we already reached your house." He froze for a second, then slowly walked back and looked back at his house. I could sense fear and worry coming out of him, which is strange because to me, it looks like a regular home. Is he scared of dealing with something or someONE when he gets inside?

"Cmon, let's go inside." I tried to make him move, but he just stood there, frozen in his tracks. Has he always felt like that everyday?

"C-Can we go to yours instead?" He trembled while looking back at me. He looked so...scared, which made me worry since I've never seen him like this before.

"Uh, sure, but how come-"

"I just realized that no one's home, and I hate being home alone." I knew he was lying, but decided to let it slide and we both started to walk to my house.

~When they reach the house~ 

I busted the door opening, only to hear silence answering back at me. Seriously, no one's home?

"Welp, I guess no one is home. Follow me." I lead him to my bedroom, and shut the door. All a sudden, he has the audacity to lie face down on MY bed, with his OUTSIDE CLOTHES. I was about to yell at him, but then I noticed something on his arm. It was bandages. Infact, his entire arm was wrapped in bandages, and they looked kinda red, too. Was I too blind to notice something so visible like that?

"Todoroki." I lowered my voice as I sat down right next to him and lifted his arm. He sat up from the bed, and looked at me with a tired face. "What's this?" I pointed to his bandaged arm. Immediately, he yanked his arm from my grip, and looked at the floor, like it has suddenly become so interesting. "Oi, answer me." I gripped his arm, but he winced and yanked it out in pain. Something was definitely wrong with him.

"Todoroki.." I stood up and stared down at him. "Lift up your shirt."

Todoroki's POV

My shirt? I didn't want him to see all of my scars. I always hated making people worrying over me. It just doesn't feel right. I could only ignore him as I felt his voice getting more tense.

"Oi, you there?" He was getting real impatient. Still, I didn't trust him. 

"Cmon, you can trust me." He tone felt more calm, as if to reassure me. That convinced me enough to finally unveil the truth. The truth that made me who I am. I stood up from the bed, and slowly lifted my shirt high enough for him to see all the cuts, burns, and scars from my training and my Dad. His eyes slowly widened in shock, a classic reaction for seeing something as horrible as this.

"Oh my god...Todoroki...why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He mumbled quietly while looking at me in pity. 

"I didn't want to bother you, or anyone, actually." I looked down in shame as I realized how wrong it is.

"No wonder you looked so scared when looking back at your own house." 

"You noticed?"

"Todoroki, you're like, terrible at hiding your emotions."

I awkwardly laughed out the pain, as I walked closer to Bakugo sitting on the bed. I was feeling dizzy, and my body felt heavy. Then my vision blurred, and everything went black.

Bakugo's POV

I noticed Todoroki about to hit the ground, but I catched him just in time. I took a glimpse at him as I placed his head on my chest while sitting up on the bed. He looked so weak, and he was very light too. I placed my hand on his head, and gently patted his hair. It was so soft, like a bed I can sleep on forever. I could hear his chest slowly rise, which meant that he was sleeping, and not unconscious. I looked up at the ceiling, full of worry and concern over him.

I gotta do something about this... he can't suffer any longer. I wondered as I drifted asleep.