breathe in, breathe out.
his fingernails dug deep into the wooden door frame, the skin punctured by splinters. blood dripped down the pads of his fingers and down to his palm where it fell to the floor in unnoticeable drops.
inhale.
with his free hand he clutched onto his stomach, and he retched up whatever had been remaining from his lunch. the vomit stained his pants. they were his favorite pair. he would probably cry about that later, even if he was still able to wash them. this moment itself had stained them more than the acidic liquid that burned his lungs had.
exhale.
it was hard to breathe, but he could still manage.
inhale.
dad wanted him to get up. it wasn't that bad. he hadn't hit him that hard.
exhale.
even if he hadn't been hit hard, if he hadn't taken a single blow, he still wouldn't want to move from his current position. it felt more comfortable and less vulnerable than standing up straight in front of him did.
hold your breath.
if he didn't stand up, would dad hit him again? would he get mad and yell and throw things out of pure anger? would he leave? would he lock him in his room?
todoroki wasn't sure which of the options he preferred.
...
it's a lot shorter than what i usually write for a prologue, and the other chapters will all be a lot longer, but it's short to set the mood okay.
pls don't be angry at me for writing angst, it's just my style of writing okay?:C i mean you're already gonna hate me for the rest of this story so don't hate me any more than you already do
YOU ARE READING
𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 → todonasa
Fanfiction"i don't know what word you would use to describe it, but personally, i would call it unhealthy." for the past two years, todoroki has had his eyes set on a harmful addiction that harms his body, and he struggles to keep it hidden from his friends a...
