The New Student(Omegaverse)

Now You Know (7)

This time I'll be the one leaving, so I open my eyes to face death itself, but before my eyes could flash before my eyes, the black figure was back, and that's all I could remember, before darkness consumed me.

(Third person point of view)
(Small Timeskip)

All that could be heard in the dark room were steady breaths. There Todoroki laid curled in bed with half soaked clothes as the clock hit midnight. His body was extremely tense from the fear he had earlier, and was restless in bed. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his face was flushed a dark red from heating up. His breaths grew heavier and faster as he gripped his bed sheets. His eyes were tightly closed as flashes of the mystery person appeared in his sleep. Screams echoed in his head from either his own or from people he knew. His breaths turned into gasps as his heart spiked with fear subconsciously activating his left side.

Another nightmare

"NO!" the dual haired screamed and bolted upright on his bed. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. He kept repeating in his head trying to grasp that he was now awake. Does that mean the lightning was a dream? Did he dream of being on the roof, and the black figure? It makes sense, right? When he was able to relax himself to a bare minimum, he flinched noticing that half his room was burning up, and it just happened to be the side where Bakugou room is at.

He jumped out of bed and instantly layered the room in ice and frost.

The papers!!!

Todoroki's head shot to his desk and was surprised to see the case closed and locked. He didn't exactly recall putting them away. He skeptically walked to his desk and opened the case. Everything was organized just the way it was. Strange, but he didn't dwell on the matter. He closed the case and put it back where he had stashed it in the closet. He went to the bathroom to splash his face in water, just to make ABSOLUTE sure that he was indeed awake. When he opened the door, he was expecting it to look like a murder seen from cutting himself the night before, but was surprised to see it spotless. The smell of metallic was even gone, and was instead scented of vanilla. He couldn't believe his eyes and lifted up his shirt and pulled his sweats down enough to check if he had cut himself, and found his bandages wrapped around with blood seeping through. The dual haired teen ran a hand through his hair confused out of his mind. Now that he thought about it, he didn't actually remember going to bed, like at all.

None the less he entered the bathroom looking around in a circle. Everything was how he had it. Maybe he was just being paranoid, right? Yeah that must be it. He went over to the sink and turned the cold water on. He cupped his hands together and lowered it under the running water, and brought it to his face. The teen kept splashing water into his face until he felt wide awake. He turned it off and kept his hands on the sink. He took a deep breath and told himself to relax. Water droplets ran down his face and slid down the drain. Then he remembered something.

Where's the blade!?

His eyes widened and quickly started searching for it. Under the sink, in the case, near the window, his drawers, under the bed, his bookbag, the velvet bag. Nowhere, it was nowhere to be found. Even after turning the room upside-down. His breaths came out fast and short falling onto his knees with his hands fisted against his chest. He wanted it, no, he NEEDED it. One hand fell to the ground to help support his trembling body, but still kept the other against his chest. All his bottled emotions were being poured out whether or not he wanted it to as warm tears ran down his face. He felt so broken. That knife was a calming mechanism for him, and without it he didn't know what he'd do.

A brief moment overcame him bringing his emotions to a subtle stop, and that's when he noticed it. The handle, underneath his clothes in the closet. He dashed crawling on all fours and reached out for it, but when he grabbed it, the blade was broken off, and was only a handle. "What?" he questioned to himself in a murmured with wide eyes. He kept searching for the blade, but came empty handed.