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sickness and affliction {pt 2} | todoroki

todoroki shouto x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: haha fluff and angst

a/n: so i had a few requests to do a second part... i even had a requests saying not to do one!!!!!!!!!! but LOL i did it so sorry anon who requested i dont do it... so now the questions leaves us to this: does y/n forgive shouto? do they fall back in love?

Eleven Months Later

Shouto was running down the street. His eyesight was locked on the man he was apprehending. It seemed that the man knew exactly where he was because he kept outmaneuvering Shouto at every corner.

Skidding to a halt, Shouto smirked at the fact the villain had caught himself between an unclimbable wall and him. The villain threw off his hood and glared at Shouto, "Fine, let's do this."

The man shot out a large clump of clay from his hands, and Shouto reached his right hand down to use his ice. But then he wasn't in the alleyway anymore.

He was in your apartment, bigger rage in his throat. He was angry at you for reasons that he could no longer explain. Frustrated at your very good reasons to be upset with him. Broken because you had rightfully compared yourself to his father in ways he never believed before. His hand was no longer touching the ground, but instead your forearm, your sobs echoing in his mind as tears began to fall down his face. He stumbled back, breathing hard. He stepped forward, wishing he had done so that same night but was thrown against the wall. The man's quirk making an impact.

Shouto groaned against the wall as he saw the man gathering his dropped items and starting to take off. But Deku arrived, quickly overwhelming the villain before turning his head to Shouto.

"Hey, are you okay?!" Deku's voice panics as he presses a hand to Shouto's torso. It only then does Shouto notice the clay spike impaling his body. Blood oozing out of his costume and spilling onto the floor.

Shouto laughs, his eyes focusing up at the sky, "It's almost been a year... but I can't... I can't use my... my ice...."

Shouto faints before Deku can even tell him not to go unconscious.

*•*•*•*

Shouto wakes up in a hospital. There are lines connected to him everywhere, and his torso feels sore, disgusting, and broken.

Groaning, his fingers trace the outline of the bandages hidden underneath his gown and he sighs. It was going to leave him a new scar.

This had been the twelfth time Shouto had been admitted into the hospital ever since the two of you broke up. Ever since that night, whenever he would attempt to use his ice, he was sucked back into that flashback. He couldn't use it without remembering that he hurt you.

"You know," Y/n's voice calls for him from across the room. Shouto's eyes snap to your direction. You're standing by the doorway, obviously uncomfortable, but overall ambivalent to being here. "If you're going to keep trying to kill yourself, you need to stop having your friends come beg me to visit you."

Shouto feels his mouth run drier.

You looked beautiful standing there. You were in your work clothes, and your jacket draped over your forearms. He's surprised to see you here. After all, these past eleven months you avoided him better than any criminal. No matter how hard he tried to contact you, you weren't there. Despite everything he did to you, you look worried for him, and you take a few tentative steps forward. "Is it hurting still?"