No Escape | Suicidal Todoroki x Suicidal Bakugou

This story is not intended to promote or encourage actions/behaviors such as suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, abuse of any form, substance abuse, violence, murder, or homophobia.

Shouto Todoroki

It was the third week of school at U.A., and after waving off his classmates with a smile, Todoroki found himself walking back to his dorm beside Iida. Neither spoke a word as they exited the school building together, but approximately halfway through their brisk walk to the dormitory, Iida cleared his throat and glanced at Todoroki.

"Has everything been going well?" inquired Iida in a timid whisper.

Todoroki nodded, noting how Iida readjusted the straps on his bag. "Yeah. What about you?"

"I've been...managing," Iida replied. "Tensei's condition has been worsening, my parents have been extremely preoccupied with business trips and work-related events, and it's been fairly stressful." His brows hung low.

"Oh, that seems rough." Todoroki ripped off a piece of skin from his left index finger. "Sorry you have to go through this. Just know we're all here for you."

Iida nodded. "Thank you. I apologize for saying all that so abruptly. I'm seeing a therapist next week, but it seems like I just needed that off my chest. Thank you, again." He nodded with a smile, but his smile was like a stroke of paint on a blank canvas.

Todoroki's memories urged him to take Iida's hand in his and cling tight to Iida's side, but Todoroki curled his fingers into his palms. "I'm happy to ease some of your burdens, Iida. I still am, and I always will be."

"Thank you. I think the same as well." Iida held open the door to the dormitory for Todoroki.

Once Todoroki stepped into the dormitory, a familiar voice charred his ears. "Oi," called Bakugou, whose shoulders and left foot were pressed against the far left wall. "Not you, Icyhot. Glasses." He cocked his head.

Iida? pondered Todoroki while Iida slowly approached Bakugou. What could Bakugou possibly want? It's none of my business. He proceeded to the elevator and soon found himself sinking to the tatami mats at his feet as his shoulder blades pushed the door closed. I'm so tired... Every day, I play the role of someone else. That's the only reason why they smile around me. That person can bring some happiness to them. I can't. I'm so tired of being showered with their praise and joy by putting on an act. It's proof I'm worthless. They weren't like this when I was more myself. He closed his eyes, digging his forehead into his knees as a volley of memories pierced his psyche.

"You have a really nice smile, Todoroki," Yaoyorozu chuckled while Todoroki watched as Bakugou's expression crushed itself up like a piece of paper when Uraraka won against him in a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. "It makes me want to smile every time I see it." She gently brushed a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear and glanced away, maintaining a smile.

"I think you have a pretty smile, Yaoyorozu," Todoroki replied, and immediately, he could see how Yaoyorozu's eyes widened, and how she kneaded her fingers against the hem of her skirt.

"Thank you... I... Never mind. Um—"

"Do I see two lovebirds?" chirped Ashido from beside the invisible Hagakure, whose presence was reduced to her uniform.

"N-No," Yaoyorozu insisted.

She's the most attractive girl in the class to me, but I just don't feel the same way like I did with Iida... Why? I can't even imagine myself kissing her. She's attractive, so why...