shoto's breathing accelerated as he bolted to the bathroom without even looking toawrds hitoshi or hizashi. his palms were sweaty his hands were shaky, he felt the bile rise up his throat painfully as he tried to push them back.
he locks the door and sits on the toilet, he was suffocating he felt as if he couldnt breath, in a panic he tried to get to the fosset and get himself some water but he miserably failed to do so.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
shit it wasnt working.
five senses, fiyumi showed him that one time.
okay he needed to do this.
touch
fuck
numb
numb
numb
he couldnt feel things he couldnt-
fuck it
fine see then.
no.
his vision was black.
pitch black.
was he blind?
he cant see
the dots are too big
fuck
aizawa's bathroom he was there he could-
oh no
whose knocking?
shinsou?
what does he want?
he cant hear whatever theyre saying
fuck
no more knocks.
okay.
fuck
knocks
is that...
thats aizawa
fuck
"hey shoto come on open the door"
he was going to force it open
no.
hes in trouble
the bangs are violent
it was about time aizawa laid a hand on jim
he deserved it
fuck
no
'fuck fuck fuck' he whispers to himself getting back up
'okay face wash face wash'
he kneels down a bit and splashes his face with water before taking a good look at himself.
fuck
he looked like a mess
more banging
he opens it
"hey" shoto says looking at aizawa weirdly, jis face still wet he puts his hands in his pockets to hid the shivers "whats up?"
"why were you in the bathroom?"
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run boy run
Fanfictionafter being kicked out of his house, shoto runs as far as he could... before he passes out in front of a certain blond. a friendship spurrs out between the two and shoto slowly starts getting used to mitsuki's banter and bakugo's affectionate yells...
