seemingly everywhere shouto has gone today has been swarmed with people talking behind their hands about the events of the previous night, calling bakugou a liar and scorning him. he’s already come to the other boy’s defense a couple times — but it’s truly irritating to be trying to train and having to stop every half hour to remind people about the essence of the boy they’re claiming is lying. after the fourth time of overhearing other students talking about his — well, friend isn’t quite the right word for what they are, but classmate isn’t quite familiar enough anymore — about bakugou and getting too annoyed to not say something, he finally gives up on training for the day.
on finding out that bakugou had been released from recovery girl already, he decides to go visit him. he stops by the cafeteria to grab something for both of them to eat ( he’s betting that bakugou probably hadn’t wanted to eat amongst the others, and he’s sort of hungry himself ) and then heads to their dorms. he nods politely at the members of their class in the common room before taking the elevator to the fourth floor. shouto knocks on the proper door ( two quick, hard raps that make it clear he isn’t leaving ) and calls out, “ it’s todoroki. open up — i have food. ” // @herosplode
SHUT UP , SHUT UP , SHUT UP !!
the incessant chatter of the previous night’s incidence fills the air like white noise ; he hears it buzzing in his ears like mosquitoes , occupying his conscience , NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD SCRAPING ALONG THE FINE INNER WORKINGS OF HIS MIND MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP. it meets him at every turn of a corner , the way heads duck out of his way , scurrying with haste about as hallway traffic is wont to do.
he feels a fury scraping along his lungs that never surfaces in more than hateful glances , warnings , to SILENCE before he can be approached. let them whisper , as they will. COWARDS. he’s only been out of the infirmary for ten minutes , and he feels sick again , like he should go back , tuck himself away in recovery girl’s office --- she won’t ask questions. he instead opts to make haste to his dorm , avoiding the worried gazes of his classmates ( should he SNAP ; at this point , it’s only due time ) as he ducks into the elevator and repeatedly jams his finger into the button of the floor of his room. not like it’ll make the doors close faster , but fuck , it’s satisfying to take his anger out on SOMETHING , even in such a minute way.
hours pass , but it feels like DAYS AND DAYS. it isn’t enough. from the inside , from behind the anger filling his ears like cotton , the knocks sound so far away --- dull thuds in the distance , and he can barely register himself standing up and throwing his door open with an audible crash.
“ i didn’t fucking ask you to bring me anything. “ words come from grit teeth , sneered but lacking their former bite , hot rage simmering with the final lilt of his voice threatening to crack on the last word.
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