Wednesday

Chapter 7

Todoroki was glad none of his classmates tried to follow him. It was too dangerous. He was unhinged. The steam was thicker and more visible now and frost was inching from his right hand which was placed on his door. He closed his eyes, feeling them sting with tears. After resting his forehead against the smooth wood, he turned to his room. Running his fingers through his hair, he began to pace. He had to get rid of the excess adrenaline coursing through his body due to his spiked anxiety levels. Ice stemmed from his right foot as he took each step. It wouldn't be long before he began to melt his left shoe. Making an executive decision, he kicked off his shoes and socks and stripped off his training jacket but opted to keep his white undershirt on. It was a cheap thing to replace if he really began losing control. Todoroki felt burning hot, yet completely frozen at the same time. Not a good sign at all. He needed to reign his emotions in right now. If he didn't a lot of people would get hurt. He shook his hands out and took a deep breath. It was too shallow and shaky for his liking. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Breath. It's simple. He's been doing it since birth. In and out. Come on. His lungs were only getting more constricted. Why couldn't he so something so simple? Was he really that pathetic?

He couldn't pace anymore. His legs gave out. Todoroki didn't even hear the crack of his knees hitting the hard wooden floor. He leaned over, placing his hands on the cool ground. He heaved, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen. He suddenly coughed as his nose was bombarded with the smell of smoke. Shit. Smoke. Todoroki scrambled off the floor, clutching his left hand to his chest. He stumbled back from the handprint and into the corner of his room. He needed to get his quirk to stop. How could he get it to stop? Aizawa. He needed his homeroom teacher. Todoroki scrambled to his bedside table to grab his charging phone, having never been so grateful for his teacher forcing everyone to add him as a contact before the summer training camp. He held his phone in his right hand, not wanting to melt the screen. He pressed on the contact and prayed for his teacher to answer.

It rung once

Twice

A thir-

"Hello" the teacher deadpanned.

He answered. Why didn't he feel any better? Todoroki opened his mouth, and then closed it again. What could he even say? 'Hi Sensei, I need you to come to my dorm and erase my quirk because I'm a danger to the school purely due to the fact that I'm too immature to control my emotions'. The only thing he could do was breathe heavily into the phone.

"Todoroki? Are you ok?"

A few beats of silence. "No."

"Where are you?" His teacher sounded like he was already on the move.

"In my room."

"I'm on my way. Do you want to stay on the line with me?"

Todoroki pondered the decision for a minute, before realizing that his phone was already covered in a thin layer of ice. "No."

"Alright. I'll be there in a minute. Just hold on." After a hum of understanding from Todoroki's end, he hung up. Todoroki put his phone back on the nightstand. Aizawa's last words to him echoed in his head, almost as if it were a mantra. Just hold on. Just hold on. He put his hands back in his hair, right above his ears, giving it a quick tug. Just hold on. Don't let it get any worse. It doesn't have to get better, but he absolutely can't let it get any more out of hand. Just hold on.

It wasn't long before Todoroki was started by a soft knock on his door.

"Todoroki? You in there?"

The student couldn't bring himself to walk over to the door and open it, instead settling for a grunt of confirmation.

"I'm coming in." The door cracked open just enough for the teacher to get through before it was swiftly closed. "What's wro- oh shit." Aizawa stated upon seeing both the state of his student and his room. He rushed over to Todoroki, his hands hovering over his trembling frame before deciding that physical touch maybe wasn't the best route to take at the moment. He noted the smoke wafting off the boy and the thin sheet of ice covering parts of the floor.