Hey everyone! I decided for my birthday to post some angst.

This is also the first time I had written in Todoroki's Pov, so I hope he's in character.

Trigger Warnings:
Implied Suicide
Suicide
Character Death

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Moribund (adj):

Approaching death.

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Shouto doesn't know any of his classmates very well, and that was entirely his own doing. He didn't purposely push them away per se, but he wasn't exactly encouraging them either. It was just that he preferred his own company to the company of others. He didn't have to watch every step, have to keep his cold, aloof mask up. Not that being at his house was any different. He couldn't stand his father. Facing him was worse than figuring out social intricacies. He would take being forced to bend himself backwards in social situations over facing his father. He would do almost anything to not face his father.

So when he heard that his father was coming home soon, he looked up the weather report. Oh look, it was going to be cold, but not icy. The perfect temperature for a walk. He grabbed his phone and laced up his shoes. He debated whether to tell his sister that he was leaving, but he decided not to. It would be better if his father questions her. His father couldn't pry information out that she doesn't know.

He shut the door behind him, exhaling a breath of frosty air. Despite his quirk, the cold still affected him. But he embraced it. It reminded him of his mother. Of how her touch was always cold and refreshing. Of how her hugs still felt warm despite her physical chill. Of how she will feel warmer than his father would ever feel.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes drifting to the sky. Snow was slowly starting to fall, just a light dusting. It was calming, watching the snow dance around him. He could close his eyes and imagine he was alone. He could embrace his quirk and create beautiful ice structures as unique as a snowflake. Become his own person while only using his mother's power. He will prove to his father that he is his own person. He is not his father's puppet.

A shadow from the top of a building caught his eye. Someone was there. He raised his right arm out of instinct, his quirk pulsing beneath his skin. He followed the sound to the adjacent roof. A figure was up there, their features obstructed by the snow. He narrowed his eyes. Why would someone been on the roof? They could-. No he wasn't going to jump to conclusions. They could be a construction worker. Yeah, that sounded better. But just to be sure, he called out, "Are you okay?"

The figure jump back, and he could swear that it looked like they flinched. Did he surprise them? "I-I'm f-f-fine." They responded, their voice shaky. He blinked. That voice was so familiar. He has heard it before. He couldn't pinpoint where it was from. But he would remember.

"Are you sure your okay?" He asked, "You sound cold."

"Y-Yeah." The figure said with a laugh that almost sounded like a wheeze. "I-I'll get d-d-down soon."

He just paused. He didn't know if could trust the figure to leave before they were frostbitten. "Just make sure you get warmed up once your down."

"I w-will." The figure sounded hopeful. Why would they sound hopeful while standing in the snow? Actual, with the snow surrounding them, they looked moribund. It wasn't a thought he wanted to dwell on. "Don't w-w-worry."

He was about to turn, but something snagged his thoughts. "What are you doing up there?"

The figured paused. "I'm j-just enjoying the v-v-view. I-I-It was p-prettier without all t-t-the snow."

He found himself shaking his head. "The snow can be pretty too."

"I-I guess it c-c-can."

He turned, leaving the figure be. It sounded like they were just about to leave. He hoped that they returned before any lasting damage occurred. They could lose their fingers if they weren't careful.

He held out a hand, the snow now falling faster. He should return, even if it is just to quell his sister's worries. And maybe he could slip in before his father notices.

A sound snapping sound filled the air. He turned to see the railing where the figure previously was broken. What? And then he noticed someone falling. But it wasn't just someone. It was-

He acted upon instinct, creating an ice structure. But it wasn't enough. They hit the ground, being thrusted into the light. He froze. It couldn't be. That couldn't be Midoriya's body crumpled in a heap. That couldn't be Midoriya's blood staining the snow.

It just couldn't be.

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Well, killing off Midoriya seems to be a reoccurring theme in my writing. Oh well.

See you next story, which should be next week.

-Fade from the Light