Shoto Todoroki
Snapping my refractory eyelids open to the vibrations of my phone, I check the clock to see that it's currently 3:48 PM. My stiff, moderately sore neck resurfaces my memory of falling asleep with my back to the wall. With cold, vaguely dampened hands, I accept my incoming call from Midoriya.
The same damn dream... "Is something the matter?" I question with minor perturbation peppering my words while I force myself up to my feet.
"No, I'm all good, but thanks for that," he gingerly replies. "A-Anyway, I'm heading over early to Yaoyorozu's house to help set up. It starts at five, but you're welcome to come at any time, Sho. If you'd rather stay in your dorm, I understand. Oh, and it's going to stretch pretty late into the night, but I think I'll head back at the latest of midnight. Anyway, how are you? I h-haven't seen you since this morning."
It matters not what I feel or how I am if I can simply restate my typical response for convenience. "I'm fine. It seems I fell asleep for an hour or two, however." Saturnine are my words while I direct my attention to the window centered on the far back wall from walking in.
"You must've been tired. Did you sleep last night?"
"No, unfortunately."
"O-Oh. Wait, d-did I wake you up? I'm so sorry!"
You truly are so very adorable. "All is forgiven, Izuku," I assure him. "Nonetheless, I should be going. I will attend the party later tonight. I love you, Izu."
"Okay, then. Love you, too, Sho!" His avid voice evanesces into my immediate memory as our call ends.
Astonished am I that he left no friendly reminder for me to eat, I realize while staring insouciantly out into the resplendent world steeped in a ghastly white. Is this a test of some sort? Although I would like to test this theory, I would prefer to bring happiness to him rather than disappointment.
"You are a disappointment, Shoto."
I am aware. Nonetheless, I will eat later. Yes, later. Now, however, I should write a note for him to go along with that. I sincerely hope it is of his liking. I cannot recall the last time I contemplated my multiplicity of options before.
Before I can retrieve pen and paper from my desk, however, I realize that I have a few missed messages on my phone.
What a tedious task texting presents... I will read them after taking these meds. I see absolutely no point in taking them, but if this is what Izu wishes, then so be it. The intended effects of these pills have no effect on me, it seems. Is that a greater disappointment or a greater relief? I wish I knew.
Popping two of the capsules into my mouth, I gulp them down with a glass of water. While setting down the empty glass, I find myself staring at the grooves along the sides of the lid of the white bottle. Upon realizing that I've drifted away from reality, I pull myself back to the shore.
Fuyumi: Are you coming home tomorrow?
Me: That is what I planned to do. When I do, would you perhaps be willing to bake and frost cookies like we once did?
Who else texted me? Bakugou and Aizawa...again. Although I appreciate the thought, I am not worth the effort.
Bakugou: Why'd you want to dip when we started flaunting our superior snowman to all others?
Me: What have I dipped?
Bakugou: Why'd you want to leave?
Me: Ah.
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Suicidal Todoroki x Midoriya | What it Means to Love
Fanfiction[Please spare your eyes the agony of reading this abomination of a story. I wrote this forever ago and had no idea what I was doing.] Empty. Shoto Todoroki is empty. Words and blades (in a way, they're one and the same) alike have cut the color from...
