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The alleyway was cold and dirty. The ground was wet with rain water and trash was littered everywhere.
Shouto curled in on herself, trying to create some kind of warmth. The warmth from her left side wasn’t enough, she still remained cold.
Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, thoughts about the assault forcing its way into her head.
Shouto tried to push it back, but no matter how hard she tried it wouldn’t go away.
Her crotch burned and she was sure she was bleeding there. Her nipples burned as well from being bitten.
“My little slut, perfect tits, perfect body. You cute little slut-”
Shouto let out a ragged sob, pushing the thoughts down, down down.
“ I need to call someone.” She thought, crawling towards her discarded pants.
Her phone should still be in her pants pocket.
When she reached her pants, Shouto pulled her phone out of the back pocket.
Shouto cursed under her breath when she felt a few raindrops land on her bare back.
Who would come out in the rain at night?
Shouto sighed as she turned on her phone, going to her contacts.
The first one was Fuyumi. If this was just training with Endeavor then she would’ve called Fuyumi without questioning it. Fuyumi always helped her patch up her wounds, no matter the time. But this time, Shouto couldn’t bring herself to click the call button.
She couldn’t bring herself to do that to Fuyumi.
Fuyumi had just moved out and was so happy about it. Shouto couldn’t bring herself to ruin that happiness.
Next on the list was Natsou. He was out of the question. Shouto barely knew her big brother, she couldn’t call him for this. She barely even called him at all.
Shouto let out a long breath, feeling herself getting desperate.
The rain was starting to pour down more heavily forcing Shouto to shield her phone so it didn’t get ruined.
Shouto’s body shook from the cold, the rain made the cold a lot worse as well.
Shouto continued to scroll, skipping over all of her classmates. They couldn’t see her like this.
Shouto expected to skip over Aizawa as well, but instead she paused on his contact.
“Maybe…?” Shouto thought, her figure hovering over the call button.
Was that a good idea? What if he just returned her back to Endeavor even after Shouto explained the situation.
But, despite these worries swirling around her brain, there was this little voice inside of Shouto, telling her Aizawa was trustworthy.
So, without giving herself time to change her mind, Shouto clicked the call button.
Shouto counted the rings as she anxiously waited for Aizawa to pick up.
One
Two
Three
Shouto began to worry, running her hand through her dirty hair. Maybe it was for the best, if Aizawa didn’t pick up. He was probably busy anyway. She shouldn’t go wasting his time-
“ Hello?” Aizawa’s gruff voice said over the phone.
Shouto froze, unable to make herself speak.
“ Hello?” Aizawa said again, sounding annoyed and tired.
“ I don’t feel like dealing with this tonight, bother me another time. I’m hanging up.”
No Shouto wanted to say, Please don’t leave me, please help me
“ I’m scared.” Shouto whispered instead, surprising herself.
“ Todoroki?” Aizawa asked, voice full of disbelief.
“ P-please,” Shouto swallowed back a sob, “ I need h-help.”
Shouto could hear wind blowing against Aizawa’s phone speaker and figured Aizawa was leaving his house.
“ Where are Todoroki?” Aizawa asked.
Shouto whimpered, the pain in her crotch getting worse.
“ It hurts, Sensei.” Shouto whimpered.
“ I know, kid, I know.” Aizawa comforted, “ Tell me where you are and I can help you.”
Shouto sniffed, trying to pull herself together.
“ I don’t know where I am.” She whispered into the phone.
There was a pause on the other line.
“ Text me your location.” Aizawa says.
Shouto nods, forgetting Aizawa couldn’t see her.
Shouto sends Aizawa her location, not bothering to check it herself. She was too tired.
She wanted to go to sleep.
“ Are you injured?” Aizawa asks, making Shouto snap her eyes back open (when had she closed them?).
“ Umh…” Shouto sat up to inspect herself, crying out as pain spiked through her whole body.
“ Are you okay?!” Aizawa-sensei sounded scared.
“ I’m fine.” Shouto grunts, sitting herself against the alleyway wall.
It was dark, so it was hard to really inspect her body, so Shouto decided to just tell him what hurt.
“ I can’t see very well,” Shouto said quietly, “ But I can tell you what h-hurts.”
“ That’s fine.” Aizawa reassured.
Shouto took a breath.
“ My ankle hurts, I think I sprained it. My legs also hurt a-and they’re sore,
I think my lip is b-busted, and umm, my- my crotch um- hurts.”
Shouto paused, taking a breath. Her lip started to quiver and eyes began to sting.
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Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
“ Is there anything else?” Aizawa asked, his voice soft and soothing.
“ My chest ummm…. My breasts….” Shouto’s face heated up and her stomach churned with shame.
“ They hurt.” She finished quietly.
“ Alright…Alright.” Aizawa said, sighing deeply.
“ I’m seven minutes away, can you wait that long?”
“ Yes.” Shouto whispered, feeling her eyes about to close. She blinked harshly, scolding herself for almost falling asleep.
There was a long moment of silence, the only sound being Aizawa's car from the other line and Shouto’s shallow breathing.
“ Can you keep me company, Shouto? Until I get to your location.”
Shouto nodded, “ W-what should I say?”
“ You can talk about anything you like, I just want to hear your voice.” Aizawa sounded scared.
The fact that Shouta Aizawa, her scary (yet very kind) Homeroom teacher sounded scared, gave Shouto the motivation she needed to stay awake and talk to him.
“ I… I like poems.” She whispered, so, so softly.
“ Oh, really?” Aizawa asked, “ Do you write your own?”
“ I do, But they’re never as good as the ones I read.”
“ That’s okay, you just need practice.”
Shouto hummed, unsure of what to say next.
Aizawa seemed to realize this, “ Do you have any memorized?”
“ Yes, I have a few.”
“ Can you recite some of them for me?”
Shouto nodded, feeling an unfamiliar warmth swell up in her chest. She’s always wanted to recite a poem to someone, but never found the courage to actually do it.
But at that moment, it seemed like all the fear in Shouto had completely gone away.
“ W-when I come to t-the end of the road,” She began still whispering, “ And t-the sun h-has set for me, I want no rights in a gloom f-filled room, why c-cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed l-low
Remember the love that we once s-shared
Miss me, b-but let me go.”
Shouto took a breath, then went on.
“ F-for this is a journey we all must t-take
And each must g-go alone
It’s all apart of the master plan
A s-step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go.”
Just as she finished, Shouto could hear a car door slamming shut at the entrance of the alleyway, her heartbeat sped up and breath hitched.
“ Endeavor?” She wondered as she tried to push herself off the wall and get away.
“ Did he find me before Aizawa did?”
Shouto landed hard on her stomach, her chin also hitting the concrete ground. She let out a sharp cry of pain, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Her phone fell out of her hand and dropped a little ways away.
“ Shouto!” Suddenly Shouto’s Sholders were grabbed and she was being lifted off the ground.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Shouto wanted to scream, but her mouth refused to form the words. The world tilted around her, making her headache even worse. She was vaguely aware of her quick shallow breathing but couldn’t bring herself to care.
She was dead. She was going to die at the hands of her father with Aizawa still on the phone.
Shouto started screaming, screaming for Aizawa to help her, for him to get Endeavor away and make him stop.
“-outo! Shouto!”
Shouto blinked as her head was pressed up against something soft and warm. It smelt like coffee and cats.
Shouto looked up at the person embracing her, surprised to see Aizawa.
Did he fight Endeavor off?
“ ‘Zawa-sensei.” Shouto mumbled, feeling her body relax into the hug. He was so warm.
“ You scared me there, kid.” Aizawa said, letting out a shaky breath.
Shouto wasn’t really sure what he meant but found herself not caring.
Aizawa pulled away from the hug, much to Shouto’s dismay and stared at Shouto’s battered body in horror.
“ Oh my god.” He whispered, as his eyes went from one bruise to the next.
He stopped when he got to her waist.
“ What- What happened?” Aizawa breathed.
Shouto looked away in shame.
“ It w-was t-too much I had- I had to leave!” Shouto sobbed, burying her face in Aizawa’s chest again. “ He was hitting me and b-beating m-me and he- he wouldn’t s-stop. I-I didn’t know ho-how to make ‘em stop.
I r-ran out of the h-house but t-then I did- didn’t know where I w-was, and t-then some g-guys took me h-here and…” Shouto trailed off, unable to finish.
“ It’s okay, I promise you everything is going to be okay.” Aizawa whispered into her hair.
Shouto wanted to tell not to touch her, that she was dirty and gross and if he touched her he would be too.
But, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He felt so soft, and he was being so kind to her.
Shouto knew that once his touch was gone she would feel cold again.
And for the first time in a long time, Shouto didn’t want to be cold.