To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Warning: cursing, flirtatious teasing, glitch text.

1589 words.

No song today, sorry y'all! I want to compile a list of what I've already done so I don't repeat any. Feeling very under the weather so I'll either be sleeping or writing tomorrow (if I don't feel like Jello). Feeling like complete and utter garbage is very unpleasant, -100/10, would not feel again. 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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Todoroki sinks to the floor as we watch the television in the commons, the news all over the fight between Endeavor and Hawks versus a Nomu, although they don't know that it's Dabi's High-End and not just any regular regenerating pest they've dealt with before. Todoroki holds his hands near his face, fingertips connected for each digit, as if he's stuck in a prayer. Everyone, including Aizawa looks concerned, Aizawa's comment about Todoroki having seen this before having let the boy know. It's nice to know he tried.

With people surrounding Todoroki on the floor, I squeeze between them, kneeling next to my heterochromatic friend and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I don't speak, I keep my breathing quiet, and just hold him. It's like we've been doing the past few weeks in my mock therapy sessions with him; I hold onto him as he rests his head on my shoulder, it's practically our ritual of him resting with me before he tells me what's on his mind. Apparently, my energy calms him or something, he never really explained it clearly.

I'm pretty sure I hear his voice crack with sadness as he mumbles, but maybe he's hopeful his terrible father is going to get injured enough to never hurt anyone again. I can never tell what he's thinking.

Sure enough, though, Endeavor stands victorious, and I go back to my room to work on some of my extracurricular homework. It's mostly Ectoplasm's math, but I'm also taking an online class for Japanese Sign Language, being that I am losing my hearing. My parents always said I had selective hearing, but in reality, I believe I just can't hear certain frequencies of sound. I'm able to hear high and low frequencies of sound, but normal talking is sometimes hard for me to hear, I guess that's a perk of being in loud environments.

Hm, three missed calls from my mom, wonder what that's about. I press on the missed call button and after two rings she picks up, "WHERE WERE YOU?! IF I CALL YOU, YOU SHOULD RESPOND! I WAS WORRIED!" She yells, making me wince away from the phone receiver a bit, "AND WHY THE HECK ARE YOU ON THE NEWS WITH THE HERO COURSE?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE SAFE AND ENROLL IN THE SUPPORT COURSE! DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!"

She continues yelling, saying how it was wrong of me to lie and that she hates when I disobey her and how I should've just stuck with the family, that sort of thing. My dad eventually jumps in too, filling in the blanks of my mom's speech with curse words and statements of worry.

Please be quiet.

Please give me a moment to answer.

Please just listen a moment.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

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