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Todoroki was in a practice battle with some strange kid from a different class. He was winning, clearly, but that didn’t let the opponent stop himself from bringing Todoroki down either. Soon enough, the strange boy was held in Todoroki’s hand, his grip starting to tighten as he gathered his remaining power.
“How do you even fucking see with that ugly and big scar?” The boy said, malice filling every single word he said. He accentuated “ugly” and “scar.” Todoroki was brought out of his focus and suddenly snapped into a state of panic.
“What..?” Todoroki responded, not having any more words that he could use.
“You heard me. The only thing your mother did right was giving you that scar so you could always know how ugly of a creature you are, you little freak.” He responded, not a single ounce of doubt in his eyes.
Todoroki’s grip loosened, his eyes frantically moving his surroundings, which was starting to get blurry.
“That’s what I fucking thought.” The boy whispered in his ear, starting to use his power. Essentially, his power was being able to voice or speak in the minds of others, sort of like Shinso, but it usually gets into the deepest parts of their brain. Todoroki was feeling this immensely as he also had PTSD and anxiety at several moments.
The only thing he could hear was the continuous mentally damaging words that came out of his mouth, straight into his mind. Things like “useless” or “disappointment” and even “it’s your fault your family is broken.”
Family was always a sensitive topic for Todoroki, so this was the final straw before he started to break down. Snapping himself out of his shell of harmful thoughts, he quickly said he was going to use the bathroom and dashed out of the training area.
Instead of actually going there, however, he ran to the dorms and ran towards the common room. All he could hear was the ringing and repeating words of hurt that were said by his opponent. What am I actually made for.. nobody likes me. No wonder my mother gave me this scar.
He started to get into a panic attack, feeling the need to cut something, specifically, him. Shakingly, he headed towards the kitchen and reached for a blade. Todoroki was so shaken in fear and worry that he didn’t realize his boyfriends, (yes, boyfriends) Midoriya and Bakugou were standing right behind him, eyes wide in shock as they saw what was happening.
Tears streaming down his face, Todoroki lifted the blade, but before he could, a voice screamed out, “OI! Half-and-half! You better put that down!”
Looking in that direction, Todoroki saw a blurry image of his boyfriend in anger and sadness. To him, the scene that was happening just seemed to be like his mom every time she looked at him.
“K-katsuki..? Izuku..? W-what are you doing?” Todoroki slowly whispered out.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Bakugou responded, frustrated and disappointed.
“Sho.. I thought we talked about this.” Midoriya said, sadness wrapping his usually bright eyes.
“I-I.. sorry..” he let out, tears just continuing to fall. Tears, on my scar. Tears, my father never let me let them out. I’m disappointing them, just like every other fucking person.
“Hey.. hey,” Izuku said, trying to steady his boyfriend down.
“What happened?” Bakugou, now softened, looked back at Todoroki, red eyes filled with worry. With a shake of his head, he just let himself be enveloped by Midoriya, who started to bulk up and gain height.
Crying in his arms, he felt Bakugou’s arms rubbing his back up and down, trying to reassure him. Both of them knew how bad Todoroki could and would end up sometimes, especially from his last experiences. All they could really do was wait for him until he felt better.
“Let’s talk about this shit tomorrow. Want to go cuddle, princess?” Bakugou asked, voice now soft with care and love, yet still raspy from all that yelling from those shitty bastards in my fight . Slowly looking up with puffy, glassy eyes and cheeks filled with blush, he nodded.
God, even when he’s like this he fucks my mind out.. he’s so beautiful.
Midoriya and Bakugou exchange wary looks and slowly help Todoroki up. All they could notice was that he was in his uniform for practice fighting, leading to a possible conclusion that something happened while he was fighting.
Heading towards the bathroom of their shared dorms, they washed Todoroki’s face slowly and gently, trying to calm him down. Next, they changed his clothes into his pajamas, which were just his boyfriends’ clothes. Eventually, they tucked him into bed.
“A-are you not going to sleep with m-me..?” Todoroki asked carefully, each word turning quieter than ever as he felt more insecure. Midoriya and Bakugou knew when he was like this, something that mentally made him unstable happened to him, and they were going to find out.
“Of course baby. We’re talking about this tomorrow though, right?” Midoriya asked cautiously, not wanting to scare him. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity to Todoroki’s boyfriends, he nodded the slightest, indicating he initially had now plan on talking about this.
It was now 10:30 pm, quite early for them to be sleeping, but they just kept their initial plan. Slowly entering the bed, Bakugou on the right and Midoriya on the left, Todoroki sandwiched in the middle, all three of them nestled in their safe space. With the feeling of safety and comfort, Todoroki fell asleep soon, leaving his thoughts behind.
After a few minutes, Bakugou and Midoriya sat up, whispering their thoughts on what Todoroki might have been going through. Whatever it was, they were prepared to help him in any way, even if it meant they needed help from the rest of Class 1-A or even possibly beating up whoever the person who might have made him feel so down.
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Todoroki woke up to the feeling of warmth and comfort as he realized his boyfriends were next to him. Bakugou had his arm protectively wrapped on his waist while Midoriya’s arm was under his head, fingers twisted in his bed hair.
Carefully trying not to wake his boyfriends up, he slowly began to move Bakugou’s arm, inch by inch. It really wasn’t helping him now. Instead of letting loose, he just ended up tightening his grip onto Todoroki’s thin waist.
Suddenly, Todoroki remembered what happened yesterday. His panic attack, his relapse, it was all coming down too soon. Shit, they said we would have to talk about this today.. I’m sure they would understand though, Todoroki thought determinedly, not noticing Midoriya starting to wake up.
“Hey baby. Sleep well?” Midoriya asked, his deep morning voice making Todoroki blush. He slowly nodded, trying to avoid the chance of discussing the conversation yesterday. Slowly, Bakugou stood up, eyes filled with sleep. As soon as he saw Todoroki, however, he brought his attention to their reality, getting ready to talk about it.
“So.. what happened yesterday babe?” Midoriya asked, looking worried about his experience.
Nearby, Ashido was slowly walking past their dorm, wrapping herself in her blanket. As soon as she heard the conversation that was happening between the “Big Three Boyfriends,” she immediately woke up.
“It was just some practice and there was this guy.. who.. w-who talked about me..” he responded, adding a few seconds in between each word. It must have been something big if he keeps on stuttering. Who was that bitch ass that hurt him? (Even Midoriya gets angry and curses when Todoroki is hurt.)
Now, Ashido was really invested in what happened. She always had to know what was going on with the baby girl of their class, of course. She quickly ran to get everyone else, the “Deku and Baku squad” and the girls.
“It.. i-it wasn’t a big deal guys. I was just overreacting,” Todoroki stated, trying to convince his boyfriends, also indirectly most of Class 1-A, that he was fine.
“Big deal my ass. It was a big fucking deal if you nearly went into another shitty relapse! Stop acting as if your fucking problems are joke to you and us Icy-hot.” Bakugo said, his dark expression and voice unwavering, not giving Todoroki a chance to get away from this situation. Midoriya glared at Bakugou, telling him to loosen up on Todoroki.
“H-he just said some stuff about.. m-my scar and family..” he whispered. Now, everyone had their ears on the door, listening to what he had to say. As soon as they heard him, they started to wonder who the fuck made Todoroki feel this way about his beautiful scar.
“I’m gonna fucking kill this bastard!” Bakugou muttered under his breath, eyes glaring with anger and determination. “Who was it?” He asked, getting ready to take whoever it was down.
“I think it was Bob.. don’t do anything to him Katsuki..” Todoroki replied, not wanting to cause any more harm to others. With that, Bakugou stormed out of the room, just to see that basically all of Class 1-A was there.
“What the fuck are you shitheads doing here?” Bakugou mumbled, clearly annoyed by Bob.
“We're gonna help you beat this bitch up!” Ashido exclaimed, seeming a little too excited for the conditions they were in.
“Yeah Bakubro! Whoever hurts Todobro will have to face us as well..” Kirishima willingly said, volunteering to beat him up as well.
“..fine. Only because of Todoroki though. Don’t fucking do anything else. Shitty hair, dunce face, and soy sauce can come. Raccoon eyes, stay in the dorms.” Bakugou ordered. He slowly turned his gaze back into the room, seeing Midoriya petting Todoroki’s hair while Todoroki was making those too fucking cute sweater palms .
“Don’t worry Bakugou, we’ll help take care of Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu told him, secretly telling the rest of the girls to get ready for something. With a quick scoff, Bakugou tried to ignore what she said, but secretly felt enlightened that everyone cared for Todoroki this much.
“Let’s go see where this shitty bastard is.” Bakugou angrily said. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima were getting ready to beat this guy up, punching their fists and mumbling curses for hurting their beloved classmate, and Todoroki didn’t know anything about it.