Moral of the Story {Lights down Low part 2}

There is something and there is nothing

Shouto leaned on his balcony railing, staring at the stars. Heavy boots were heard as someone walked onto the balcony.A male voice rang out, smooth as the chilly wind that blew by them. "It's a nice night." He commented. Another voice spoke,this one more feminine. "Yeah, but it's sad such a beautiful night is being wasted on tears." The figures emerged out of the shadows to reveal Touya and Himiko, looking at the peppermint with pity. The fanged girl hugged Shouto."Why are you still sad? I thought we talked about crying over men." He nodded somberly. He mumbled something incoherent. "What?" His older brother asked. "They promised me. They promised me t-that they wouldn't leave them. I promised them. I trusted them and they, they asked me over to apologize just for me to walk in on them fucking those girls." The older brother sighed, disappointment in his voice. "C'mon. Let's go home." They walked home, cradling the crying boy in their arms.

They never saw him for the rest of the week. Or for the several months that followed. He stayed in his new room, the attic, sulking and crying. Refusing to eat, refusing to sleep, just staring out the window sadly. Toga lost count of how many times she tried to open the door, only to be met with muffled humming, and the sound of choked breathing. Touya had no effect either, only being met with silence. They even went as far as to break down the door, and nothing happened. Finally, Tomura had enough. He didn't want his friend and apprentice starving himself to death. Surprisingly enough, when he knocked on the door, it creaked open, meaning that it was open long before. Upon walking in the room, followed by his husband and Himiko, it seemed deserted, like no one ever lived there. Continuing further into the room, they were met with Shouto's shape near a fireplace, his equally heterochromia bound black cat, Mocha, positioned on his lap. He looked terrible after months of quarantining himself. His usually split hair was mixed together in a pinkish manner,and much longer then he usually let it grow. His eyes were bloodshot, with the lids of them being puffy and red in color. Dried and new tear marks ran down his face, framing his eyes like a corpse. And if their eyes weren't deceiving them, then he had bandages that started from his wrist and went up his arms and seemingly wrapped around his neck. If possible, they would've said he'd gotten paler. In total, he looked like a complete mess. "Sho..." The bluenette called out gently. He turned to face him with no emotion visible in his eyes. "Yes?"He croaked. He sounded terrible after sobbing. "Please come downstairs...We miss you. You don't have to dance, we just want to make sure you're okay." There was a pause of silence and Tomura worried that Dabi would have to drag his little brother downstairs. The now corpse-like boy nodded and proceeded to follow his mentor downstairs. Is it worth it?

Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, the harem was downstairs, but not to greet him. They were watching the girls collaborate for a dance. Is it worth it? Shouto wasn't watching them though.He was staring at them, tears streaming down his face. Tell me, is it worth it? Before he knew it, he was humming, the tune Himiko heard when she was looking for him. Because there is something, and there is nothing. There is nothing in between. He ran. Faster and faster, until his legs carried him to the edge of a frosted over bridge. And in my eyes there is a tiny dancer. Watching over me, he's singing. Shouto looked over the ledge at his reflection, the broken shell of a boy who knew nothing about love, or who he loved. The shell of Todoroki, who lost everything, and saw no need to stay. He went back to the attic, grabbed everything he owned, including Mocha and a few dollars, and went to the airport. 1 ticket, halfway across the world, first class, with no one else. As he boarded the plane, the lyrics popped inside his head once again. She's a, she's a lady. He sang along with it. "And I am just a boy. I'm singing, she's a, she's a lady. And I am just a line without a hook." He sobbed silently, where no one was watching, as he sailed away from what he used to call his home. Baby I am a wreck without you. I need you here to stay. I broke all my bones on that day I found you. Crying at the lake. After a while, he body began to give in to the embrace of sleep, his muscles relaxing as he slept, Mocha purring with content.

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? It was mere minutes before they saw the plane fly off. Himiko's eyes watered as she realised that Shouto was gone, and he would never come back. The news of Shouto's absence reached the harem in 3 days. Oh, and if I could take it all back, I swear that I would pull you from the tide. They were crushed. Their actions had driven the only person who cared about them besides their money. With watery eyes, they could only pray that he was okay, wherever he was.

He'll be singing, "She's a, she's a lady. And I am just a boy. Singing she's a, she's a lady. And I am just a line without a hook."

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