Love Strings ✔; BNHA x Reader Oneshots

Depressing Piece of Art; Todoroki. S

A/n: I originally wrote this as a Karma Akabane oneshot but decided to change it to a Todoroki one shot :P 

Shouto Todoroki x Depressed Reader

Warning: This includes things revolving around abuse and self harm!!

(Written in First Person P.O.V.)

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The sun was shining bright as ever, while the room filled with the sounds of birds chirping to a lovely, cheery tune...

Wrong...

The sun wasn't shining... The room filled up with the aggravating sounds of my parent's screams and yells... The quiet sobs that came out of my mouth...

"S-stop..." I whispered, trying to overcome the suffocating feeling in my throat. I cover my ears and hug my knees close to my chest. "Stop stop stop stop," I whispered while my eyes were glued shut, trying to shut out the events. Sounds of the front door slamming closed shook the house, leaving a faint echo of the noise. Loud thumping steps echoing up the stairs...

Closer, and closer they came...

 When finally the doorknob turned but stopped as it seemed as though the door was locked. A few more harsh turns of the knob, but still locked. The door was kicked open and there, in the shadows, was my mother standing in the door frame. Her scent reeked of alcohol and of the various other drugs that she had consumed. 

I could feel her hazy eyes glaring down at me in disgust, she walked towards me slowly. Once her figure was directly in front of me, she grabbed me viciously by my hair, I winced at the sudden pain. I tried prying her hands off, but the attempts were useless. I knew what was about to come, and I settled down, accepting it.

The whole experience was hazy as I had fallen unconscious due to the menacing pain eliciting my body. Slowly I felt my body becoming numb, and my vision slowly fading away.

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In the morning I slowly open my eyes as I regain my conscious. Oh how I wished I was still unconscious, jolts of pain and throbbing welted my body. With all the little strength I had, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my head pounded. I look down on to my body through the full-length mirror across from me. My skin was painted in beautiful crimson red gashes of paint, and bluish plum coloured blurs of oil pastels...

What a piece of depressing art I looked like... Looks as if the artist had stopped painting midway, and deemed it useless to finish off...

I slowly pushed myself up, my body shaking and trembling, I tell myself to calm down and breath, calm down and breath. This helped reduce my shaking. I slowly walk towards my closet to grab my uniform, I make sure to grab the long sleeves and higher length socks. I then slowly made my way towards my bathroom. I grabbed my first aid box from the drawer and start treating my wounds.

*Trigger warning Skip this paragraph if you get uncomfortable*

As my body had already a numb feeling to it, I decided It would be a 'good' idea to add some more pain, to keep my sanity for the day. I grab the tiny razors that I had, and slowly cut slits into my arm, trying to avoid my previous cuts. A beautiful red liquid dripped out of my fresh wound, encasing me into its beauty. Keeping track of time, I quickly wrap my arms up. I band-aid my gashes on my legs and on my stomach and back, thankfully there weren't any on my head.

After I was done I made sure my uniform covered my wounds and band-aids. I then started applying makeup to some of the bruises that were or could be visible. I applied some to my baggy eyes and added more of a living colour to my face. I fixed my hair and grabbed my bag and left towards school.