escape
escape from reality
a slit on her wrist
soon followed by two or three
all covering both her arms and legs
until only a group filled with lies remains after she left.
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-trigger warning: suicide, self harm, bullying, harrassm...
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‟Would you like... to stay the night, perhaps?”
It was a Saturday night, after the annual dance, that Todoroki Shouto had gotten invited into the Yaoyorozu's large manoir to stay the night by naught but his recently claimed girlfriend Momo.
At first, the boy was hesitant. He hadn't warned his older siblings and he since their status was still fresh from only a few hours, he was pretty sure that even if he asked, he wouldn't be let to do so without a talk and a deep investigation on Momo's background, and now that was something he would do his best to keep from her.
But apparently he could be stupid at times, as he proved at that time when he nodded and simply walked in without giving it any more thought. He didn't feel like heading home yet. He wasn't tired yet, surprisingly enough. He wanted to do more, spend more time with his girlfriend.
He walked in and took his shoes off.
When they walked into the large living room, Todoroki's eyes widened. His own living room wasn't that spacious, hers was ridiculously large.
His surprise had soon been wiped away by curiosity when he took note of the eery silence ruling in the residence.
‟Your parents aren't home?”
‟They're on a business trip, or so I believe...” She whispered the last part to herself unsurely.
Anything after that is a blur. Next thing he knows is that Yaoyorozu is laying underneath him, face tomato red, eyes squeezed shut, drool dripping from the corner of her lips and entirely naked, her skin shimmering with the glistening droplets of sweat resting onto her porcelain skin.
Todoroki shakes his head violently. Why is he thinking about this, of all things, during his friend's hearing?
Damn his teenage hormones.
A hand comes resting upon his. He doesn't need to look up to know who the delicate fingers belong to. Still, he looks up nonetheless and finds her looking back at him, a look of concern upon her facial features.
Todoroki shakes his head as to silently assure her that everything's okay and interwines his fingers with hers. Slowly, a smile creeps up both their faces and they turn back to focus on Izuku and his hearing.
From the looks of it, Kamihara isn't going easy on him. If anything, he may be even more ruthless than with Katsuki.
Todoroki frowns. His mind doesn't seem to do the part and focus on the reality surrounding him. Instead, it goes places and reminds him of inapprorpiate memories.
The memory of his brother being cuffed rather violently at the porch of the Todoroki's house floods into his head and he wishes to shake it out of his head. It is neither the place or time to think about him. Right now, he's here for his friend, Izuku.
