depressed Todoroki x Bakugou

Chapter 7

Todo pov

I woke up in a bed. It's Katsuki's. I don't see him anywhere though.

I get up and walk into the living room. No sign of him. Where is he?

"Katsuki?" I say loudly.

Nothing.

Emptiness.

I look around one more time. I go back to his room where I notice a note.

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Shoto,

Don't get worried, I'm out at the store. I'll be back soon. When you get up, take a shower, get ready and wait in the living room.

I know you didn't bring clothes here, so I set some sweatpants and a long sleeve in the bathroom for you. Feel free to take a hoodie from my closet if you feel like wearing one.

Katsuki
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Why does he care so much as to set up some sort of schedule for me?

I unconsciously obey the letter and take a shower. Once I get out, I put on the clothes that he set out for me and I wait in the living room like he told me to.

Wearing his clothes gives me a sense of security. It's strange, almost as if I've put on a skin coating of someone I'm not. Someone who is confident in themselves. Though, I'm not, but Katsuki is.

I wait a little while and Katsuki walks in. He sets the few groceries he had on the island in his kitchen.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Breakfast." He smirks at me.

"You kn-"

"Yes, I know, but you need to eat. I need you to stay healthy." He says.

"O-okay." I say complyfuly.

He needs me to stay healthy? Why does he need anything from me? I'm a waste of oxygen, and time.

"Do you want to me to do anything?" I ask.

"Yes, I want you to sit on the couch and let me make you breakfast." He says.

"Okay."

I go and sit on the couch. I look at my phone and notice a text message.

Scum Bag - GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW!

"K-Katsuki, m-my father needs m-me to go b-back home." I stutter. He is obviously angry about something. I don't know what. He's going to kill me.

Not like I'm in trouble kill me, I need a grave stone kill me.

"Okay, you can come back later if you want." He says nicely. "Take my clothes, I'll wash yours."

"Th-thank you."

I walk out the door and make the short walk to my house.

I walk in quietly and notice the sound of crackling fire. Shit he's mad.

"D-dad?" I call out.

He stomps into the living room where I am with a metal bat in his hand.

"COME HERE YOU GAY BASTARD!!!" He yells as he rears back his hand with the bat in it.

I quickly cover my head in attempts not to get permanent brain damage.

He hits me amazingly hard in the spine.

"Agh-!!"

I fall to the floor and cough out blood.

As I'm trying to regain my breath, he kicks me in the stomach, causing me to fall to the side.

He kicks me four more times.

"WHO THE FUCK IS HE!!!???" He asks.

"W-who's who?" I ask feebly.

"THAT DAMNED BOY!!!"

"Like I'd ever fucking tell you!" I say, only to sound brave.

Inside, I think I might die today.

I get back to my hands and feet and cough out more blood.

He takes his bat and hits me in the back once more.

"Ahhh-!!!"

"I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE BOY!! NEXT TIME ITS GOING TO BE IN THE HEAD!!!"

"F-fuck you."

He kicks me in the side of my head with a force I thought only god had.

I refuse to pass out.

He kicks me again. As he's rearing back his foot to kick me a third time, I freeze him.

It's colder ice that I've ever made.

I take that as a chance to run out of there. Really it was wobbling.

I get to my bedroom and look for a razor, shit! Katsuki took them all.

I have a shaving razor don't I?

I look in my bathroom cabinet and find one.

Shit, I think he cracked some of my ribs.

I take the blade and make a deeper cut than I ever have.

I shove the sharp end of the razor so deep into my skin that once I pulled it out, my blood gushed out of the new wound.

I put my finger I my blood, I write "It was the #1" in my blood before passing out in pain.

Bakugou pov

I texted Shoto a couple times and he hasn't responded. I'm getting in really fucking worried. What the fuck is wrong?

I should go check on him.

I walk out and turn towards his house.

As I get nearer, I hear the sound of sirens. It makes sense, this city is filled with crime.

But what worries me is when I see and ambulance in front of Shoto's house.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

I start running as fast as I can to them.

I get there just before he comes out of the house in a stretcher.

I feel tears claw their way out of my eyes.

"What happened!?" I ask.

I walk along and keep up with the stretcher.

"You'll be notified once we get him to the hospital." The man says as he shuts the doors in my face.

Fuck that.

I start running to the hospital, not caring how tiring it is.

I just need to see him.

Eventually I get there.

"Todoroki Shoto." I tell the receptionist.

"Room twenty eight." She smiles at me.

I have no fucking time for fucking greetings. I run past the desk and into the room.

I see him lying there, lifeless. He's got an oxygen mask on.

What the hell happened?

I go to his bed side and just look at him.

His once perfectly stormy grey hair, now spattered in crimson fluids.

His face, even though unconscious, still revieling trauma and pain.

I feel tears streaming down my face as I look at him. He looks so helpless and small. He doesn't fucking deserve this. Whatever the fuck this is.

I hear the door click behind me.

"Who the fuck is it?" I growl, not caring enough to turn around and see who it is.

"Mr. Todoroki's nurse."

"Then tell me, what the hell happened?" I sob.

"Your friend, he might not have long."