MHA Smut One Shots

Not Enough (Fluff) (Todoroki X Nonbinary Reader)

Trigger Warning: Self Hatred and Self Harm

I sat in bed, breathing out slowly and just wishing to disappear into nothingness. I jus came back from a college party that I wanted no part of. The only reason that I went was to really see people and get out of my crowded residence hall room. It's odd to think that I am a senior in college, and 21, but yet I hate drinking. I am not sure what it was, but I think it is the fact that people act differently and cannot control themselves as much.

I stared at my doorway, praying that someone would come around to check in on me. Granted, if I don't say anything, no one will know how much I secretly hurt. And I usually didn't like sharing my feelings, so that's why I bottle them up. I know it is unhealthier than all hell, but I don't care anymore at this point.

I rose from my bed, moving to my dresser drawers and taking a deep breath in. I saw the shimmering metal sitting underneath all the clothes, calling out to me. I missed the sweet release of pain that bubbled through my skin. As sad as it was, that was when I felt the most free to be honest.

I grabbed the blade and sat down in my bed cross-legged. I slid my shorts and undergarments down to show my pale skin with old scars. I ran my fingers across them before turning my music on to fill the silence in the room. I didn't want anyone to know what I was currently doing, so I was drowning out any noise that was to escape my mouth.

I pressed the warm blade to my skin and I felt the burn that I used to know so well. I watched the crimson break free from my skin as I pulled the blade across more. I slightly yelped at the new sensation of pain and then there was a soft knock at the door. I quickly pulled everything back up to hide it as best as I could before yelling "come in".

The door opened and Todoroki was standing there, letting the hallway light up a small section of my dark room. I winced at the new light that filled the room and I noticed that I was still holding the blade in my hand. I mentally cursed at myself for letting me get caught so easily.

I watched his jaw tighten and his eyes grew full of concern. I sucked in a sharp breath, I knew that I was going to be in trouble and watched as he quickly moved to right in front of me.

"Why?" He asked quietly. I just sat there for a minute, looking at him, I was speechless to say the least. He took the blade out of my hands and setting it down on my desk. He grabbed a napkin and asked "can you show me please?"