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[😔] What Is 'Love'? {Todoroki X Suicidal Reader}

{WILL CONTAIN SUICIDE, ABUSE AND SELF HARM}

imagine that todoroki is more expresive with his emotions (its second year now)

Your POV

love
lʌv
noun
1.
a strong feeling of affection.

Love

An emotion you never once understood nor experienced.

You'd read stories about love

How princess would get put under curses and their prince would come for them and live happily ever after.

You wanted to experience that.

But this isn't a fairytale

This is reality

And it's fucked up

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You were born into a world where if you had a quirk you could become a hero
But if you were quirkless then you were weak and bullied.

However sometimes if you have a quirk and is so called 'pathetic' you were still weak and bullied.

You were one of those people

You had a quirk but it was useless, well that's what people told you

Your quirk was the ability to feel other people's emotions through touch and to be able to make them feel different emotions.

Though to make others feel emotions you have to be able to express that emotion which was your down fall as you were often call 'emotionless'

This was because the only emotions you'd feel from others were:

Anger and sadness.

You felt these from your mother.

Sadness when your father left
And anger while she hurt you.

Your mother was abusive.

Everyday you went to school with a new bruise or scar, your convinced everyone you were extremely clumsy.
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You were in U.A Now, It always confused you how your terrible quirk managed to get you in U.A.

Though unluckily you got in 1-C

A class were your chances of ever becoming a hero was extremely low.
you were in 2-C now

You sat down at your desk as you waited for the day to begin.

Your homeroom teacher present mic walked in doing his usual greetings and register.

First lesson you had was math which was by far the most boring lesson.

You raised your hand asking for permission to go to the girls bathroom.

Your teacher allowed you so you stood up from your desk and walked out the room.

While walking through the halls you looked down at the floor, you could only just see your reflection, you could see all the bruises that littered your face.

Suddenly you bumped into someone.

You stepped back instantly bowing "I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going"