I stared at my reflection, satisfied with the progress that I had been making lately. Long runs and secret training had helped me stay in shape, and I had gotten used to the hunger pains. I was starting to feel better about myself, and that was good, right?
I left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, where Todoroki was eating dinner. We made small talk for a few minutes, not really about anything specific, but I noticed him start to become less engaged in the conversation as time passed. I sat down with my bottle of water and unscrewed the lid--with a bit of struggle.
"Are you gonna eat anything?" He asked, gesturing to the pasta on the stove. I shrugged.
"I will in a little while. I'm not hungry right now."
He sighed, not sounding surprised by my answer. I expected him to object to this, as usual. However, he simply got up and walked away. He didn't even look at me as he sat down on the couch, turning on the tv.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling the obvious tension in the room.
He didn't say anything at all. Concerned and confused, I walked over to where I could see his face more clearly. Though it was somewhat dark, I could see the tears built up in his eyes as he bit his lip.
"Hey, talk to me. Please, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting down next to him.
As soon as I sat down, he stood up, tossing the remote onto the couch. He lingered there for a moment, clenching his fists.
"You know exactly what's wrong." He spat, almost angrily.
"I really don't, just... please talk to me about it."
He stayed silent again, and started to leave again.
"Hey, that's not fair." I said, standing up and rushing over to him. I grabbed his arm, but he instantly yanked it away from me.
"Not fair?!" He asked, bitterly. "You think this isn't fair to you? What about me?! Am I just supposed to sit here and just..."
"Just what?"
"Nothing. Just..."
He grinded his teeth and went back to the bedroom.
"When you decide to stop killing yourself, let me know. We'll talk then."
Feel ---- Suicidal Todoroki x Bakugo ---- [BOOK 2]
70 parts Complete Mature
70 parts
Complete
Mature
***READ 'NUMB' FIRST (ON MY PROFILE)***
Damn it
Todoroki
What the fuck did you do?
Why the fuck did you do this to me?
Why the fuck didn't you come back?
You knew I never meant to hurt you
I know
You know that
And yet
You haven't come back
It's been nearly a week
I can't
I can't handle this
My intentions at the start were to help you
And then part ways with you
To focus on my career
But I got attached
And now I never want you to leave
"I knew this would happen." I muttered angrily, grunting in pain as I kept punching.
"I knew as soon as you got better."
My eyes teared up a bit, but I convinced myself it was anger.
"You wouldn't need me anymore." I said through grinding teeth. "And now you don't need me anymore."
I hit it again, and a sharp, burning pain shot up my arm. I stumbled back and yelled in pain. I sat on the ground and stared at the floor, crying and grinding my teeth.
You always hated when I'd push myself too much
And even after everything
No matter how hard I try
I'm still a failure
I always fail in the end
I always fall short
It's never enough
Nothing I ever do
Is enough to come out on top
It used to be easy
I was just naturally good
Comfortable at the top
And now
I'm struggling just to stay in the running
I stood up and walked to the locker room, slamming the door open and closed. I stood in front of the mirror with my hands on both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection.
I was a mess. My eyes were red from my tears and my expression was exhausted and distressed. My face was tear-stained and I was light headed. Just completely out of it. I had bags under my eyes from stress filled days and sleepless nights, an obvious lack of rest.
No wonder Aizawa confronted me
I look like hell
I feel like hell
Fuck
This is hell