Depressed Todoroki angst

3. School

The next morning I awake to the loud buzzing of my alarm.

"I live another day."

I get out of bed after a few minutes and get myself ready for school, making sure to bandage my arm and cover it well with my blazer sleeve.

I'm dreading today, even just having to show my face in public. It's not quite self hatred.. just a hatred of being perceived. Of having to interact. I don't mind school, but I do mind the social interactions. I don't have any friends, nobody really likes me. So honestly I've just lost interest in interacting at all. I know they're all faking their kindness towards me.  No one could ever like me.

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Eventually I arrive at school, I walked so I'm a little out of breath. I take a seat at my desk and get out the notebooks and textbooks I need from my backpack, placing them neatly on the smooth surface in front of me.

I don't end up being able to pay attention today. I'm not sure why, perhaps it's to do with my brain fog. However I eventually get startled back to reality when a green haired boy approaches my desk.

"Hey, what's your name?" he asks politely.

I look up at him and put on a fake but friendly smile.

"Shoto Todoroki" I say quietly.

"It's nice to meet you Todoroki, I'm Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya" he says happily and expectingly.

"Yes, nice to meet you" I say, trying to be polite.

"Could I get your number? You seem cool" he smiles wide.

I think for a moment. I'm not entirely sure if I want to give my number to him or not. Eventually I figure it's fine. I write my number down and hand it to him.

"Thank you Todoroki, I'll text you" he says happily as he walks out of the classroom.

It's at this point that I notice most of the class has left. I must have been really zoned out, I never noticed.

"Todoroki, come to the front please" Mr. Aizawa calls.

I do as he says and walk to the front of the classroom. He turns to face me and begins to talk with me in a hushed tone.

"Are you alright?" he asks in an oddly caring tone.

"Yes, why do you ask?" I lie, putting on that same fake happy act.

"Your mind seemed to be elsewhere this whole class period. Just wanted to check in."

I take a breath and quickly think up a lie. "Oh, yes I apologize. I stayed up too late, that's all." I smile slightly.

"Alright, you can talk to me about anything you need to just so you know. You're my student so I care about your well-being." he says, maintaining the same caring tone. This is the most genuinely concerned I've seen the man be. "You're allowed to go now" he states soon after.

"Thank you" I state. I'm very relieved, I was beginning to feel like he saw through my lies.

I grab my backpack and head out into the hall, pulling my phone out of my pocket and pretending to be on it as I walk to my next class.

The rest of the day is pretty uneventful, and I'm relieved as hell when the final bell rings.

'Finally I can go home and rest..'