⚠️Mentions of suicide, abuse, panic attack⚠️

Todoroki's PoV:

It's been a few days since Bakugou attempted s**cide. Aizawa and Yamada have been fully consumed with the case, leaving Shoto feeling more isolated than ever. Ever since he was adopted, he hasn't really expressed his emotions, nor had many nightmares and made his two foster parents aware of it. He's kept it to himself, unwilling to share it. It was hard, but Shoto managed to keep everything contained. It's been on the brink of overflowing for the past week now, and he has kept his nightmares a secret for so long. The dorms have been hard to stay in, knowing how thin the walls are.

He isn't sure how much longer he can keep it up, before breaking down and destroying his room. He's waiting to be left alone, but his two foster parents don't trust him. When he wakes up this morning, he knows he's going to snap today.

Currently it's a Saturday, 12 pm and he hasn't even left his bed. Because it's the weekend, he's at home just like everyone else. He keeps remembering events that happened with his father. He'd tried blocking it out with music, but that wasn't helping. His breath was becoming quick and harsh. He slowly sits up, whipping the sweat off his forehead. Slowly, he ventures out of his room.

"Aizawa? Yamada?" he calls out... no response.

Shoto sighs in relief and lets everything out. All the pain he's felt. The tears don't wait to come flooding down, triggering more memories and suddenly, he's back at home, in the dreaded training room, Father leaning over his quivering form.

"Why don't we see what happens when you lose to some weak student in the sports festival?" Father says with a scowl, leaning down and picking up the fragile boy by the neck, tightening his grip.

Shoto kicks underneath, struggling to get any air in. Father spins around, throwing him to the ground. His lungs heave and a kick is delivered to his stomach. Suddenly, he's yanked up via the arm. His head lolls to the side, already giving up.

"I think I should give you a memory of this event," Father says and lights his hand on fire, the one holding Shoto's arm.

Shoto cries loudly, setting off his ice Quirk, forming a large icicle spiked towards the roof, narrowly missing collision. This scares him more, thinking he'll get a beating. He scrambles to his feet, trying to hold back a sob as he melts the ice with his fire. The floor soaks through with water, causing more panic. He paces around the room, scratching at his wrists. He heads over to the chest of draws and angrily pushes everything off, including the photo of Yamada and Aizawa. The glass smashes all over the floor.

He stumbles backwards into the wall and slowly slides down it, cupping his hands over his mouth. "He's going to kill me... they won't want me. They'll kick me out of the house and out of the hero course," he whispers his worries and bangs the floor with his fists, a loud scream erupting from deep inside him. He attempts to grip onto the floorboards and his forehead bangs against them. He sets off his ice Quirk, feeling the frostbite forming on his right side, distracting him.

It was the worst timing for Aizawa and Yamada to return home. In his very fragile state, hearing their voices really set him off into more panic once again. "Todo, we're home!" Yamada shouts.

Aizawa's PoV (Idk why I'm not using Yamada's PoV. I don't think I'll like writing as him. Don't ask):

There is no reply from the peppermint boy. Shouta gives a worried glance towards his husband and subtly knocks on the boy's door. There is no reply other than sniffles.

Slowly, he opens the door and sees the room a complete mess. Water pools on the floor and things have been smashed on his floor. He rushes in, trying to find the teen. He spots him against a wall, frostbite consuming him. His wrists have been scratched raw.

Hizashi makes his way over to the doorway and notices the scene. The two immediately bolt for the boy. Shouta makes sure the boy sees where his hand is going before placing it on his shoulder. Hizashi informs Todoroki that he'll be putting his hand on his back before fulfilling the action. He begins to rub circles into his back.

"It's going to be OK, Todo. Take deep breaths. 3 seconds inhale, 4 second hold, 7 seconds exhale (is that the right thing?)."

The teen follows his guide, slowly settling down. He buries his head into his knees, letting out shaky breaths. "I'm sorry," he whispers coarsely.

"Why are you sorry?" Hizashi quietly asks.

"You have lot on your plate with Bakugou and everything... I'm sorry that I couldn't control this myself."

"Todoroki, we are your parents now. You can always come to us if you need help. We'll drop anything if it means you're safe," Shouta says. Todoroki looks up with dry eyes and nods. "I want you to say that you understand you can come to us whenever you need it and to also stop bottling everything up."

There is hesitation before Todoroki speaks, "I understand. I'll stop bottling up my emotions."

"Good. Because you are worthy of feeling happy," Hizashi says and smiles brightly. "Wanna hug, kiddo?"

Sho-Todoroki hesitantly nods and Hizashi gives one of his big, famous hugs.

"Hey, Todoroki?" Shouta begins. "Can we call you Shoto?"

"I mean, yeah sure. If you want to," he mumbles.

"Yay! You can call me Hizashi and him Shouta then!" Hizashi squeals.

"OK."

"Hizashi, I'm going to grab some ice-cream from the freezer. I'll be right back."

"Get the rainbow flavour!" he shouts as Shouta leaves the room and heads towards the kitchen. A large smile broadens on his face.

"Shoto..." he says happily and grabs three bowls and the tub of gay – sorry, rainbow ice-cream and returns to the room. The three clamber onto his bed and start eating ice-cream, talking about random things.

"Thank you... Shouta and Hizashi," Shoto whispers barely audible.

"It's our pleasure, Shoto!" Hizashi gives his spouse a hair ruffle, earning a cold glare.

"Don't do that," he growls.

"Your reaction is always so adorable," he squeals.

From the corner of his eye, he spots a small, real smile find its way onto Shoto's face. I think he knows he's welcome here, he thinks with joy. Now he has to work his way up to earning his way into using my sleeping bag.