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[icey-burn]

Closed rp

Todoroki had some how managed to make it. It was a solid half hour walk from the Todoroki house hold to the bar his brother had opened. He was shaking, wearing a hoodie to hide his face as he did his best to stay out of public eye. And some how he did it. The bell above the door gingled as he walked in, keeping his head down as he went around to the side of the bar where only the bar tender was supposed to be.

"Where's Touya," he asked, voice loud enough for the people around him to hear, "I need Touya."

@salutarisdivus

[icey-burn]

closed rp

Todoroki had been gone all day, gone before his brother had woken up, a single text all day. When he finally got home, there was a glazed look in his eyes, hands covered in dry blood, a knife in hand.

"I'm going to shower," he said as soon as he saw his brother.

@xheartoffirex

[icey-burn]

Continued from x

Todoroki nodded, pushing the Pikachu closer to Kaminari.

"Yeah. When I left for the weekend my siblings and I went on a trip to Tokyo to do a belated celebration of my brother's birthday. I swung by the Pokecenter while we were there and saw this... It made me think of you.."

@beautifulsexymuses

[icey-burn]

continued from here

Todoroki sighed, shaking as he settled into the bed in Izuku’s room. He knew this was a bad idea, but he had to tell someone.

“Okay, you cannot tell anything Im about to tell you to anyone. Promise me, Izuku, promise me you wont tell a soul.”

@greenxhero

[icey-burn]

Continued from x

Todoroki smiles watching Izuku play in the puddles. He himself had on his own raincoat on with some rainboots and his umbrella.

"Its finally the rainy season again," he says with a smile, "are you having fun?"

[icey-burn]

Continued from x

[text: midoriya🥰] no need to ask me twice

He crossed his way from where he was in the common room and to Izuku, sitting next to him with a small smile.

"Hello," he said softly.

@far-away-home

[icey-burn]

Continued from here

Todoroki whined as he threw up. He hasn't been feeling well when he had woken up, but he was pushing through it. Until lunch came and went. It was bad. He hated being sick. His body sometimes lost control and he would burn up, and for him, it was never fun.

"Just. Stay. Please."

He could only say so much before grabbing back on to the toilet, whining as he continued to empty his stomach.