Shouto Todoroki
Drip. Drop. Plink. Plop.
Transfixed by the alluring hue of scarlet snaking down my arms, I tilt my head back and press the back of my skull into the exterior wall of our base. The tapping of rain pats and shatters against the concrete outside, miring my mind with the droning hiss of raindrops smacking the ground. The universal solvent forms inorganic pools along my arms that mixes willingly with the pre-existing blood.
Regardless of how much of a sense of fulfilment I have, I still manage to repulse myself with my existence, I think to myself while mulling over my inauspicious doggedness. Even when the ropes are cut, the scars remain. When the fires are quelled, the burns will not fade so easily. Sinking down to my feet, I vacantly stare at the streams of dark red fluttering down in twisting and wriggling droplets to the pavement.
"Well, well, well. What the hell are you doing?" Dabi sighs, his shadow spreading out over the present darkness of the night.
Refusing to divert my attention, I sulkingly reply, "And why is it that you are concerning yourself over trivial matters?" Vitriol drips from my words like the blood falling from the fangs of a beast.
Dabi clicks his tongue. "So you see cutting up your arms as a trivial thing, huh? Well, I'm not here to berate you like Shitaraki."
"Then why are you here?" I sigh begrudgingly.
"No reason, really. I overheard your plans with Toga and Kurogiri."
"Is that so?"
"Why Ground Beta? Why at 1:11 AM? Does the two months since our attack on U.A. hold any significance?"
A sigh rolls over my lips like fog dispersing across the grass stroked by sunlight. "Why are you wasting your breath?" I rise from the damp pavement below and lightly brush myself off.
"Why are you wasting your own blood?" he spits, causing me to halt my movements. "What?" I question, peering over my shoulder. "You heard me. All you're doing is wasting your blood, you know," he whispers, smirking.
I shake my head. "The pain tastes far superior to any tangible sustenance. It certainly has a taste sweeter than ceaseless murder, and that is a bold statement in itself."
Closely examining me, Dabi cocks his head. "And to think you were so pure before. Look at what we've done to you. Sad, I guess. And goddamn... Never realized how thin you are. How many problems do you have?" The grin he ends his question with augments my desire to cease to exist.
You would do well to stay your tongue, Dabi. "What if I was to tell you that I was simply born like this? That, however, I cannot sufficiently answer. Nonetheless, I should see myself off." Glaring a malicious glare at Dabi, I brand myself with my own flames to cauterize my wounds before pulling out one of my various phones.
"You're a liar, Shouto Todoroki," he hisses mockingly.
Wordlessly walking towards U.A., I sever our pitiable conversation with a blade of silence. Even after all this time, I remain so incredibly weak. I still submit to the commands of him. Even if I know the truth is contradictory, it seems I cannot recall the truth of the truth. A lost, irreparable contraption I must be.
Glancing down at the screen of my phone dappled with raindrops, I read the clock as I surreptitiously slide through U.A.'s flimsy security and waltz into Ground Beta. Currently, it is 1:09 AM, so I scroll through my text history with Bakugou.
Me: Meet me in Ground Beta at 1:11 AM tonight.
Katsuki: I could damn well inform U.A. about this scheme of yours, you jackass. I know you're S.
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