𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔..

Darkness within

/𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: 𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕀𝕃𝕃ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔼𝕊, 𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻/

~𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉..~

His left hand was shakily held up to the wooden door of an apartment in front of him, tears were running free down his cheeks as he took a deep breath closing his eyes. A sob left his plump lips as his glossy eyes opened, his hand quietly hitting the door, there was a small click before an all too familiar green haired woman stood in the doorway. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, ushering him in, looking down the hallway before closing  and locking it behind them. "Oh my.. Todoroki, right?" He weakly nodded, wiping his left eye with his undamaged hand. "Okay, sweetie.. I need you to sit down, I'll go fetch Izuku to keep an eye on you so I can get the first aid kit. Stay here and please don't do anything that can hurt you even more."

Shoūto shyly sat on the couch, his bag being placed on the floor beside his feet, his hands were held in his lap, shaking violently as he quietly cried. Inko's eyes softened at the look of him, before leaving the room to find her son. Shoūto didn't really expect Inko to be there, but he wasn't complaining, Izuku got his kindness from her anyway so there was nothing to worry about.. unless she called the police, that wouldn't go down well, at all. However, Inko normally asked before doing anything rash, so Shoūto's nerves calmed ever so slightly.

Glass shards stuck in his right knuckles, blood pooling around them. His shirt was stained with dark red blood, half of it from his own injuries and a little from Fuyumi's corpse.. But mostly from his own injuries, bandages were simply tied around certain parts on his legs as he rushed to at least stop some sort of bleeding. He didn't have much time on his way over to the Midoriya's apartment. "T-Todoroki~Kun?" He perked up, looking up to the greenette who stood in front of him, his green orbs shining with worry. "H-hi Midoriya.." He wrapped his spare hand around his stomach as a sharp pain coursed through him. "What happened..? W-who did this!"

His eyelashes tangled together, blinking sadly as Shoūto sighed. "Endeavour.. don't worry about it, it's not the worst he's done.." The greenette took a seat on the floor in front of him as Inko sat on the couch beside Shoūto. "Hunny, give me your hand, I'll fix that up first.." The bi-coloured boy simply passed her his hand, Inko expertly pulling out the shards of glass placing them in a bowl she brought with her. "Can you tell us what happened sweetie..? We can't force you, but if you tell us what happened we may be able to help." Shoūto just looked down at his stomach, watching blood soak through his shirt. "Endeavour.. H-he.." He bit his bottom lip, tears starting to cascade down his cheeks once more. "He k-killed Fuyumi.. h-he was attacking m-me, and I- I ran here t-to  get a-away.. " The mother-son duo looked at the teen with a mix of sadness and surprise.

"I see.." That's all Inko could think of to say, as she wrapped his hand with bandages, tying it tightly before looking at his bloody hand and chest. "Okay, hunny.. I need you to take off your shirt okay? I need to treat your wounds so they don't get infected or you bleed out.." Shoūto hesitated before letting out a hiss, peeling his shirt off of his chest, throwing it to the ground. "Holy- he did that to you?!" The wounded teen only nodded as Inko gently lied him down against the couch, putting some medical alcohol over some cotton and started cleaning the large gash in his chest. "I'm sorry about your sister.." Shoūto perked up, sighing softly. "It wasn't your fault.. if anything, it's my fault if she didn't put me before her own safety nothing would've happened.. I've lost all of my siblings, and I-" He sighed, rubbing his glossy eyes. "I don't know what to do anymore.."

Izuku gently ran a hand through his hair, he didn't exactly know why, but it seemed to calm Shoūto so he continued to do so. "Oh, hunny.. it's not your fault, don't ever blame yourself for things like that.. I'm sorry about your losses, but-" She sighed, pulling on some clear gloves. "I don't exactly know what to say, but I need you to hold onto Izuku's hand okay? I'm going to need to stitch your wound up, if it hurts too much tell me to stop and I'll let you have some time before continuing. Okay, hunny?" Shoūto nodded, his fingers entwining with the greenette teen's, not particularly caring about the pain in his right hand.

Inko took a deep breath, as she gently stabbed the needle into the flap of skin beside the wound, slowly and carefully starting to sew up the slash. "Why didn't you tell me sooner..? I know if shouldn't be saying things like that at this moment in time, but I'm always here for you Todoroki~Kun.." Shoūto's eyes met his, gently squeezing his hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. "I didn't want you to worry, I didn't want you to get involved.. bad things always happen whenever someone gets included.." He jolted slightly as Inko pulled on the thread, earning a hiss from the teen which she apologised for before continuing. "I.. okay, but I'm always here for you, don't ever forget that."

Shoūto hummed sadly in response, his gaze not leaving the greenette's ignoring the pain he was receiving. "Thank you.." He nodded at his thanks, running his spare hand through his hair once again. "You're welcome, that's what friends are for." He sighed, nodding. He still didn't believe the fact about 'friends' but didn't say anything in response, it was nice to be helped and have someone to vent to for once. It felt as if a huge weight was raised from his shoulders, and it was actually a good thing..

His mind started to work overdrive, his imagination running wild, spawning him in his own world. His eyes slowly fluttered shut, either exhaustion catching up to him, or the pain.

It didn't matter now, he felt free..