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Todoroki laid on the hard floor for a while. He hadn't intended on dying so soon.
That's a lie.
He remembered it vaguely. Slashing mercilessly at his arms. The metallic scent lingering around the room. The promise he made, and yet he still continued to break that simple promise. The darkest thoughts would walk around his brain at the worst moments. He had tried his best to shut them out, only leaving a blank mind. He had always had a blank face, rarely showing emotions. He didn't want to hold on much longer.
Then, someone came. Someone helped him. The ambitious green haired boy, Midoriya Izuku. He had saved Todoroki, and was the one to figure out. His rare features and bright hair always stood out. His powerful quirk, and friendship with All Might, someone Todoroki had always loved. He admired Midoriya. More than admired, loved.
He loved him. But would he love him back?
"Please don't kill yourself!" He blurted out, embracing him in a hug. He wasn't so familiar with hugs. He recalled when he was younger, and his mother would comfort him. Fuyumi embracing him and Natsuo. And so, they made a promise. He was crossing his fingers.
But, don't you know? Being in this world kills me.
But when he walks in, I feel.. loved. I am loved.
"Please don't hurt yourself!" He cried out, with the same worried expression. His scars were still healing, but they would never leave. Like, the one that his mother- his father gave to him. He adored Midoriya's hugs, his touch, his words. And so, they promised. Yet, the dark thoughts still managed to enter.
If I'm already dead, could I still hurt myself?
He took the worn out blade, with shaky hands. But, he just couldn't. He couldn't possibly break the promise. The blade broke, falling in slow motion.
Dear Midoriya, Izuku,
He was angry. Angry at himself. His shaking hand created an icicle. He plunged it into his heart, specifically. That could indicate how disappointing he was, for falling in love with someone so easily. The pain came slowly, his body heating up. It seemed like circuits inside of him broke, painfully slow. Blood spilled out, as it got colder. It felt colder, but not in a good way.
I'm sorry for breaking my promise. I hope you're doing well, whether I survived or not.
He fell unconscious, death slowly winning him over. The pain was unbearable, worse than when he'd cut. It was so much worse. He endured it, for so long. This was nothing, compared to the pain that he felt inside.
I wish I could have stayed longer. But I couldn't bear standing in this world anymore. I wasn't strong enough. I wanted to be strong for you.
The pain slowly faded, as he drifted off to an unknown place. He finally realized something after the torture. "It's my quirk." He repeated in his mind. That's right. He killed himself, with his own quirk. Not his mother, not his father, it was him who had killed himself. Time always went by slowly, torturing him more than it should have.
But I wanted you to know something important. I'm sorry and,
The pain left. An endless tunnel of darkness, eventually leading somewhere. The entrance wasn't closed up yet. A replay of his life. How he would come, and leave. If he succeeded. At last, he would be able to rest.
I love you, Izuku.