Suicidal Ideation『Depressed Todoroki』

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Shouto's vision slowly cleared, sill blurred. Looking down, cuts stuck out against his pale skin, leaving rough scars against a land of smooth skin. He no longer could intake air as his lungs refused to cooperate with his needs. The floaty feeling swirled around him, the corner of his eyes fading until they made their way to the middle. He saw nothing, felt nothing.

The door clicked open. The sound hadn't managed to reach him, not until he felt a presence next to him. Shouto's mind swirled and the throbbed. He looked around. Suddenly, the washroom which had been located at Aizawa and Hizashi's apartment had melted, until what appeared had been the familiar hell Shouto knew as his house's training room.

He peered up at what had to be a person - considerably older than Shouto - staring down at him. A bulky man, red hair and piercing blue eyes loomed over him. Shouto's body unknowingly shook at the glare being sent his way, curling into himself until he was as small as he felt.

Shouto...

Shouto...

Please. Not again. I don't want to train. Don't hurt me...

"Shouto!"

Shouto slowly opened his eyes (when had he closed them?), taking his chance to examine his surroundings. There was no blood-covered training room, instead, a sweet-looking washroom, with a shattered mirror and blood dripping from the counter (had he done that?). Standing in front of him was a concerned look plastered on who he now realizes is Aizawa with an equally concerned adult - Hizashi, his mind supplies - behind him.

"Aizawa." He rasps, too scared that this was all a dream and he was still in the training room.

Aizawa didn't bother hiding his relief, which quickly dissipated as he remembered the situation, "Yeah, it's just me kid," he breathed out.

Shouto stared at his arms, realizing the cuts that had bored themselves into his skin were covered, a white towel soaking up the blood.

Aizawa suddenly started talking again, gaining Shouto's attention. "We need to clean and bandage your arm. Hizashi can you-..."

He kept talking, but to Shouto, it was all muffled. Exhaustion finally took its toll on him, and he could feel his eyelids start to close. He didn't bother fighting off the exhaustion, instead, he welcomed it. It was the first time all week he was finally able to sleep.

And it turns out, a week without sleep was bound to wear you down. Shouto slept for 15 hours - which was not enough, in his opinion - finding himself awake in his bed. He took the time to clear the bleariness that masked his eyes, pushing his weight onto his feet as he stepped out of bed. That was a mistake since obviously, his legs couldn't take his body weight - the light-headedness was not helping - and he collapsed back onto the bed.

He stood up once again, making sure to go slowly and hold the end of the bed for support until he could support his full weight. It took a moment, but once he managed it, he slowly made his way to his room door. Opening it softly, he peeked out, discerning shushed talking in the kitchen. He quietly made his way to the kitchen. Well, not so quiet since his massive headache caused him to stumble now and then, making a considerable amount of noise.

Before he had even made it to the kitchen, the talking stopped, signaling Shouto that they knew of his presence.

"Shouto?" Aizawa called once the younger entered the kitchen.