You're ok - Todobaku

25 (Ending 1)

TW Mentions of self-harm, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of eating disorders, Mentions of suicide, Mentions of abuse

Todorokis POV
Time Skip - About 4 months later

I wake up to nothing in particular. No alarm or sun coming through the window to wake me up this morning. It's Saturday today and today is special. Katsuki and I have been dating for 6 months now and so we're going out on a date. To where? I don't know. But knowing Katsuki, it'll probably be good. I've been in recovery for a few months now and a lot of things have changed. I haven't cut for about 2 months and even though I relapsed once or twice, the support from Katsuki is really good.

He's so encouraging and helpful that I've dropped most of my destructive habits. I don't cut anymore, I've been getting more sleep and not pulling all-nighters to hang out with Kiku and the others, and I've gotten a better relationship with food, no longer throwing it up after meals. It's still a daily struggle, especially with the almost constant craving to starve myself or cut but I always remind myself that Katsu wouldn't be happy with that and that I'm trying to get better.

There are still a few things that I still do though. Like, I still smoke weed because I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the calm that comes with it, I still have nightmares which lead to panic attacks every so often, I still fidget with things and still bounce my leg under the table in the class but I'm slowly getting better. I've been in a generally better mood than before and will sometimes even talk to my classmates. I've been letting myself accept the therapy and other help and I've just felt better.

Back to the present, I get up, pushing Katsukis arms off my waist off of me so I can do so, and sit on the edge of the bed. He's usually awake before me so it's kinda odd that he's not up but I know he's up now. He sits up and rubs his eyes, looking over to me. I look back at him. His hair, which is left matted in some places because of how he slept, and his deep red eyes are beautiful and probably my two favorite parts about him (physically).

I scoot back on the bed and turn around so I'm sat facing him. I give him a small smile and he leans forward, giving me a small peck on the lips. I giggle a bit and turn back around, getting off the bed and going to my dresser. Katsu comes over with me and watches as I pick out something. I wanna pick something nice since we're going for a date but I don't want anything too fancy.

I'm soon faced with the decision of whether I want to wear a long or short-sleeved shirt. I would be showing my scars some if I wore short sleeves but I don't want to go back to the comfort of long sleeves forever. I think about it for a minute before I finally decide on a short-sleeved one. It's a simple black shirt with some random design on it that I don't particularly care about. I wear it along with some gray jeans and let myself look in the mirror.

I'm still having to constantly fight off the voices in my head and see my body for real. I used to just see fat, that image is still there but I manage to see past it to see the healthy person that's getting better. I've gained a lot of my weight back so now I don't look like a complete skeleton. I then look at my wrists. Small and barely noticeable lines are sat, permanently etched into my skin because of my own doing.

I sigh, trying to convince myself that no one will see them since they basically blend into my pale skin but it's hard, I feel like everyone can see them and will judge me. I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear the bathroom door squeak open and Katsu peek his head in. "You ready, babe?" he asks. I look over at him. He's fixed his hair so it's no longer matted and has changed into a similar outfit to mine, a black tank top and black jeans. I give no response and just look back towards the mirror.

He comes the rest of the way into the bathroom and comes behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I look at the slightly taller figure in the mirror. "You wanna know something?" he asks with a smirk. I nod, already knowing what he might say. "You're beautiful. And I love you." he says, wrapping his arms tighter, pulling me closer and kissing me on the cheek. I blush and smile at his words and action.