Draw With Me? BNHA Horror Fanfic

Chapter 3👻 Scribbled Drawings

The sun began to melt into night. The nightshift workers started clocking in as the dayshift workers clocked out. Enji was the only one who was still staying a little longer along with Shouto. But Rei was going to be picking him up soon.

When a knock was heard on the door, both Todorokis looked behind them to see Nemuri standing there with her jacket and purse. "I'll see you tomorrow Enji", Nemuri says before turning her attention to Shouto, "be good, kid."

"He is never good." Shouto ignores his father's harmless comment as he scrolls through the latest news of YouTube stars being, according to society, "cancelled" for their idiotic mistakes. His mind suddenly shifted to the patient he met earlier that day, making his eyes widen. Shit! I promised to see Midoriya right after the meeting!

Shouto clicks his phone off and stood up, making Enji turn his attention onto him. "I'll be back." He heads out of the office, his father not asking him where he was going. "Just don't get yourself into trouble", he calls out.

  "Okay!"

  He made left and right turns, going straight and turning back whenever he missed a turn. He soon made it down the hall where him and Momo turned yesterday. It didn't seem so creepy in the daytime like it did now. Unlike the other hallways, which were lit brightly with LED lights, this hallway seemed so dim and dull, the yellowish white walls not really helping the goosebumps crawling up his arms. A light flickers every now and then before it stays on. He wasn't very terrified since he saw a few nightshift orderlies walking the hallway. Some waved and greeted him while others ignored his presence.

Shouto finally makes it to the maroon colored door with the bold white number 18 that was chipping away. Shouto looks through the monitor to see Midoriya drawing in his sketchbook. He laid on his stomach, but his arm movements were fast on the page. Almost like he was upset about something. Oh shit, Shouto thought. Should he really go in there? What would happen? Would Midoriya attack him?

After sighing at the few scenarios in mind, he shakes it off and reaches for his badge to unlock the door. "I'm glad you decided to come Todoroki." Shouto stops and looks at the screen, Midoriya was still drawing, but this time not so wildly. "Don't get hesitant now, I know you're there." He looks around before unlocking the door, hearing that satisfying beep! and hurriedly stepping inside.

The greenette sets his pencil down and sits on the edge of his bed. His curly bangs covered his eyes, a small frown being the only thing showing. "I'm sorry for coming late so late. After the meeting, I got busy with my father." Midoriya doesn't say anything, he was so still that you couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. "But I'm here now", Shouto adds, "I didn't forget about you."

Midoriya raises his head up and smiles at Shouto. "It's...fine. You're right, you didn't forget. You're lucky you didn't."

Shouto quirks a raised brow at patient's last sentence. Was that an actual threat? Midoriya walks up to him and grabs his hands, dragging him over to the bed and seating him on the thin mattress. Wow, I always thought these beds were uncomfortable. I didn't think they were this uncomfortable. "Look what I've been drawing." The tall male looks down at the other's sketchbook to see what he made.

The drawing was made up of scribbles, but the drawing was very visible and detailed. It was a picture of a house. The house wasn't small nor was it big, but the house seemed spaciously comfortable to live in. In the window of the living room was a boy staring out at a man cutting the front lawn. In the other window to his right was a woman in the kitchen, a knife poised in her hand as she was cleaning it with a rag.

"This is very good Midoriya", Shouto compliments.

Midoriya giggles, "thank you."

Shouto looked at the room, he saw more drawings scattered around the floor and on the padded wall. All detailed scribbles. Some had color to them, but most of the were in black pen or graphite. He wanted to get a look, but from the grip Midoriya kept on his hand, he didn't think the greenette would let go any time soon. "Do you always scribble?"

    Midoriya nods his head, "yes. I either use pencil, pen, or markers. I always wanted to try paint, hehe, but I think that'd be a bit of a challenge for me."

"I think you'd do wonderful abstract art", Shouto replies. Midoriya blushes a cherry pink on his cheeks, not used to such praises like this. He was always told that he drew like a toddler and he needed to create legible drawings to actually see great detail. But Midoriya never listened, he loves the style. And right now, he admired the way the heterochromatic boy awed at his picture of the house. "You know you can keep it if you want", Midoriya says.

    This snaps Shouto out of his thoughts, he turns to the short male. "Are you sure? You seem really proud of this one." Midoriya laughs, "it's fine it's fine. I have a good photographic memory, I can recreate it." Shouto smiles and places his hand on top of Midoriya's head, petting his curls. "I'd like to see that recreation when you finish", he says. Midoriya gushes at the praise and nuzzles into Shouto's touch. "Promise me you'll come by to see me."

     "I'll be a bit busy tomorrow, so can I see you after school on Monday?"

    Midoriya whines but lets out a sigh moments later, "okay. Monday! Don't forget it." He lightly smacks the right side of Shouto's cheek, the male playfully hissing at the tiny sting. The two then laugh, but their joy was interrupted when his phone buzzed. Shouto fishes it out of his pocket and looks at the name. "Hello", he answers.

"Shouto where are you? I'm waiting by your father's office."

"Here I come, don't call out a search party."

"Haha, okay okay just hurry."

     Shouto ends the call and stands up, now realizing that Midoriya's grip wasn't on his hand. "Promise", Midoriya asks. Shouto looks down at him and smiles, "yeah. I promise, Monday after school."