#halftm

     “  sorry you got stuck with me and not one of your friends, ”   she mumbles in a low voice, yellow eyes glancing to the boy at her side. classes 1-A and 1-B were coming together for the week for some reason  — konomaki had no clue  — and they’d been divided into pairs. most people ended up with someone that they knew, except for them. to be honest, she knew of the boy but not him personally ; and she doubted he even knew who she was. this would be interesting.

         she could not help but smile at the young man , large double doors being swung open as he was escorted by two of her men . from throne , she stood , arms open and welcoming . ❝ i am so happy that you accepted my invitation ! come , come ! ❞ ungloved hands gestured for him to step forward as she descended the few steps to meet him upon the marble . ❝ i know you must be curious as to why i invited you here, yes ? ❞

     he had to meet with aizawa right when lunch started, something about filling out a form for his work study. apparently kirishima had been participating this entire time without signing the proper forms. oops. but he quickly took care of it all then ran off to find shoto, wanting to get lunch with him as they normally did. as feet carried him around the corner, kiri stopped himself quickly before ducking back behind the wall. he saw shoto standing there with his back against the wall...and some girl touching his face. anger and hurt began to fill his chest, tears in his eyes. and then he sees the girl move closer...

     and it’s all he can bear to watch, turning on his heel quickly and retreating to the classroom. the rest of the day he ignored shoto, tried to ignore his feelings as he sat in his small desk. bakugou asked what was wrong at one point - unusual for him - and kirishima waved him off. once the day was done, he retreated back to his dorm room and slammed the door. kirishima took a seat on his bed, staring blankly at his hands. everything they had, all of that trust and love they were building with one another was just tossed away in seconds. did shoto even love him? didn’t seem like it based on what kirishima saw. he hears his door open, red eyes looking at the corner to see a familiar face. all he can see is that girl...   “ go away, ”   he says harshly, not meeting the other’s eyes.   “ leave. ”

“i’m not coming with you.” what is it and his need to always get in the way of everything ? “i know my way better than you.” there’s still this fire inside of him, competing to be better than him. he’s always been better, right ..?

it’s hard to breath, chest seizing as he leans back against the wall of an alley. this wasn’t even a real situation where they needed to save people, a fake one made by the teachers at ground beta. all the sounds, screams echo off the walls around him, making him cover his ears. crouching down, eyes squeeze shut. what the hell is wrong with him? why is this happening? all his senses assaulted, the smell of something burning, the sounds of chaos, he could taste blood on his touch, feel the grime underneath his fingertips of sweat and dirt. his mind is trying to process it all in a matter of a few moments but it hurts, unable to do anything but hope that nobody finds him. 

suddenly, one of his arms is being grabbed at, hauled onto his feet and being dragged, with eyes wide he looks back but doesn’t recognize who it is. breathing comes in and out faster, struggling against their hold in attempt to break free.

in panicked movements, feet dig into the ground to make it harder, one of his hands pointing back to shoot an explosion at whoever it is. wait.. why didn’t it go off. cool metal locks around his wrists, tightened to much, digging into his skin painfully. “wait-----” voice unstable, he sounds not like the bakugo everyone knew, hardened, agitated, loud. no, this was something else altogether. fear creeps in rapidly, it all reminding him too much of when he was kidnapped by the league of villains. his mind makes him fight, struggling, feeling the metal cut even deeper into his skin. even as sweat slicks his palms there’s no spark, nothing to defend himself from. 

“s-stop it-----” swallowing thickly, his panicked mind can barely keep track of anything happening, not even as they’ve finally stopped and he’s hauled into a room, pushed down onto his back and the door is closed, encasing him in complete darkness. bakugo simply lays there for a second, mind catching up before he’s scrambling onto his knees and feet with little ease, pressing into the door before slamming into it. “let me out! d-don’t do this to me-----” swallowing thickly, eyes squeeze shut, eyes well behind closed lids to only fall as he opens his eyes. he can feel himself shaking, knees weak as he stands there, a sob echoing in the room that only he was in. “get me out of here! i can’t, i c-can’t... i can’t be alone again!”

it would eventually befall bakugo that nobody was coming, pure silence besides the sounds of his own sniffling, sobbing and wiggling of cuffs was his sentence in this dark room. old memories of his kidnapping haunting his every second within there, remembering being locked up, chained like some dog as the villains tried to convince him to join them. but what not everyone knew was some of the methods used to attempt to break down bakugo. torture, he had scars from it that nobody knew of. he remembers the feeling of the hot blaze of fire against his skin, poked and proded with needles, mocked. so much had happened in such a short span of time that even now, he can feel those phantom hands on him, the taunting voices, threatening to hurt everyone he knew and cared for.

cheeks still wet with tears, hot ones roll down his cheeks, lip bitten badly from trying to supress his own sobs and sounds of distress. his arms hurt, placed behind him, wrists undoubtedly bleeding from all his struggling if the moisture was anything to go by that dripped down his hands.

faintly yet distinctly, he can hear footsteps, hurried as they approach where ever he was. there’s some rattling before the door is opened. watery eyes squeeze shut as he winces, looking away from the light. he can hear the call of his name faintly, a voice in which he could never forget. todoroki. tiredly, he looks at the other as they approach him, unable to hide, even if he wanted to. but it all comes out. the dam breaking finally. 

“let m-m-me out, please! i can’t.. i can’t d-do this.. i-i-i’m sc-cared-----” hiccuping, he cries openly, head hitting back against the wall he sits against, once more struggling against those cuffs. “i ca-an’t go back, todoroki. i’m s-so fucking sca-scared!” sobbing, he leans forward, head hung low as tears drop to the cement floor below him, shaking uncontrollably, breathing too fast, near hyperventilating. he’s broken, mentally defeated as he cries, hiccuping ensuing as he tries to speak but can’t. 

Sunny didn’t quite know what to think of this place with so many unusual people, as he walked on the sidewalk. He was very small compared to everyone else, but people didn’t seem to even double take. It... actually felt kind of nice not to get stared at.

Then he bonked his face on someone’s knee while he was distracted and made a very tiny squeaking noise.

“Ah! Sorry, I-”

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: I love Todoroki Shoto with all my heart & if you disagree then politely do not tell me.

How they play them: I love the way you write him! His hesitance in telling people things when they ask (like in that response w/ Izuku) & his confusion at people’s kindness & care for him. Your verses are all top notch & I just feel there’s a lot of qualities in your portrayal that are very true to his character - love your Shoto even more than I love mine, really.

The Mun: You’re really kind & honestly, deserve an award for putting up with my rambling (much like others do) because I can probably talk your ear off about Shoto all day & not get tired haha. I really love hearing you talk about him too - your insight is always nice & I love hearing your ideas! I love plotting our twin verse stuff with you & you’re also very nice about answering questions & such too.

Do I:

RP with them: I do!

Want to RP with them: There’s no reason I wouldn’t tbh.

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