In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

21 | Heartless

Shouto Todoroki

"What do you think of your new look, Shouto?" Toga giggles, shoving a tall, slightly chipped floor mirror towards me. "You look like a nightmare disguised as a dream!" Her grin stretches from ear to ear as her cheeks are coated with a film of pink, tinted by the yellow lighting of the room.

I glance at myself in the dusty mirror with visible smears of finger-width clarity streaking along the edges of it. The right half of my hair is a silverish-white tinted with a pale blue faintly ghosting over it, and the left half has been dyed to an enigmatic black that almost seems like it should be dripping with small drops of black ink. My left eye is cloaked by the protection of a black eyepatch, and obscuring the eyepatch is an overhanging clump of my hair dangling down across it so that only a few small patches of silver are visible through the thicket of black strands. My right eye is an aquamarine blue, which I was immensely reluctant to conceal. My expression lacks any and all emotion as if any emotion which had previously resided there eventually trickled down to my chin and dripped away.

I'm wearing a suit, which consists of a white undershirt and a black blazer with a navy blue tie. The outfit certainly isn't the most functional in regards to the usage of my quirk, but I decide not to comment on it.

Worthless. Ugly. Fat. Daddy issues boy. Burnt face. Cutter. Manipulative, lying sociopath. Psycho. Weak. Failure.

Why do you still attempt to daunt me with blatant facts? I'm aware of the truth, so you needn't remind me of that which is axiomatic.

Surely you jest...

Certainly you have other cutting remarks to throw.

That I do. It was your fault that your mother died. If you were never born, she wouldn't have had to attempt to intervene with your father's harsh training. She wouldn't have fallen beneath the weight of Endeavor crushing her sanity. She wouldn't have been sent to a mental hospital. She wouldn't have died.

Yes, I did kill her. I never wanted to, but that is simply the truth. I cannot do anything to bring her back to life. What's dead is dead. What's dead cannot be resurrected. I cannot alter the truth.

"We-ell?" Toga presses, gently rocking the mirror back and forth and warping the image of myself reflected in it.

I still despise what's been concealed by this facade, I think, shaking my head. Even when I cannot see it, I still detest those parts of myself that I will never truly be able to erase. Everything serves as a reminder of his existence, even when I don this foreign appearance. I press the palm of my hand against the somewhat rough, grimy film of dirt and dust caking the mirror. I shove it back, forcing the rectangular frame of horror back at Toga.

Whirling around to avert my gaze in the opposite direction of the person—no, not a person, but an animal—being reflected in the smudged glass of the mirror, I give a disgruntled sigh. "You know what the answer is, so why waste your breath on unnecessary queries?"

Toga's arms lower before she discards the mirror, tossing it aside against the wall; it rattles for a few seconds before leaning over and clattering against the ground, stilling itself. "You're no fun, Shouto," she whines, tipping her head back and twirling her arms around.

"You're right," I mutter, walking off towards the corner of the room closest to me. I press my back against the bent pyramid shape of space formed by my back and shoulders digging into the walls adjacent to me. I nestle down onto the ground, observing Toga's merry movements. "And I asked you to refer to me by my villain name. Henceforth, you would do well to abide by that request."