Shoto Todoroki
Slipping my head through the noose, I exhale sharply one final time. The ice pillar I'm on begins to melt away as I surround its base with my repugnant flames. Clutched within my hand is my note to everyone—the remaining two notes flutter to the floor. The abraded ice structure gradually tips my head upwards as my body lowers towards the ground.
Quivering vision mired by a thick haze. Scorching flames asphyxiating. Involuntary throes wriggling. Sweltering skull expanding; a dare to explode. Lungs shriveling by fire. A hand. A welcoming darkness. A voice; gruff and irate, reverberating fervently. Voices clash. Voices whisper. One echoes softly. One roars deafeningly. A crash splitting through layers. A rend through time. Fractured matter.
"...ROKI!"
An acute, stinging pressure clasping through numbness. A flicker. Voices; whispering, calling, beckoning, dueling. Ascending. Weight lifted. Ease flooding rapidly. Release. Relief. A breath. Strangled. Involuntary. Horrific hyperventilation. A boom warped by reality. Black, red, yellow, white. Pitter patter. Reality warping. Reality rising. Flickering. Faint. Haze. White.
"TODOROKI!"
High-pitched ringing resounding. Glazed eyes groping in feeble desperation. Salt set aflame scraping. Dispatched consciousness orbiting. Ruby. Two rubies. Two distorting to four. Magma occupying cranial space, threatening to erupt and spew lava. Aching. Serrated glass shards dragging, melting, smearing. Two rubies. Ash-blonde. Clarity.
Awareness awakening.
I realize now that I'm alive. I'm alive, albeit choking on my breath, my thoughts, and my saliva, but I've yet to die. Spasming in my death throes with wretched gasps and strangled coughs, I know my ending is unfinished. I know my plan was unsuccessful. I know that I'm alive.
No... Bakugou. It burns. Why did... How? Did I... I... Damn, it hurts. The numbness is evanescing. No. I can't be alive. No. No, no.
I cannot yet leave this deplorable life that pleads for me to silence its movements. Even with my arms dipped in vermillion, I've not lost enough blood to close my eyes and never again awaken. Although my neck was once being clamped down on my a noose, scorching oxygen involuntarily floods through my chest. Despite my churning stomach gnawing away at the preponderance of pills I swallowed, my ravenous hunger for death has not been surfeited. Even though the world that continues whirling would truly not have suffered any grief with the loss of a single person in a roaring ocean of people, it denies me of my departure with a sardonic sneer.
It hurts! Let me die. Let me die. Let me die. Let. Me. Die. Please...
A jagged scratch crawling at my neck slips away, snagging my hair as I begin to regain an awareness of my surroundings. Firmly wrapped around my waist is a steadfast arm. My burning body is secured in a familiar grasp belonging to Bakugou.
Pat!
Hacking violently, my entire body jerks about in Bakugou's arms. "Ngh..." I finally manage to moan, although the vibration of my voice through my throat causes me to choke back a whine of pain.
Why can I not die? Why? So many times... I tried. I tried to die. I would not die. I tried to live. Living only made me certain that I wanted to die. I wanted to keep my head above the water. I wanted to be with Izuku, who was dragging me free of the sea. I can't... I finally had a reason to live. Why was that reason torn away like a rug from beneath my feet? I tried... I tried. I tried!
A tempestuous snarl bombards my ears. "TODOROKI, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? GODDAMMIT, I..." His attenuated growl now spits, "I thought I was gonna lose you! Fucking hell... If I hadn't made it in time..." Tears stream down his face while he wraps me into a quivering hug.
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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...
