Part two of For Even in the Dark, There is Still a Road.
n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.
His wounds ache.
He is covered in bruises and burns. He is bleeding from a cut on his palm, where he must have caught his hand on something. His body hurts, screams with every move he makes. He ignores it, can’t do anything but ignore it, and runs.
There are days when he can’t stand living in that house. Days when his father’s presence is too much and he can’t bring himself to seclude himself in his room after a training session, licking his wounds and waiting for the next session to begin. Days when he can’t force himself to ignore the phantom ache around his eye, when his vision blurs and mind clamors with the voices of ghosts he doesn’t want to hear.
Todoroki Shouto is only thirteen years old. He doesn’t feel thirteen.
So ayun nga I left some hidden messages on my visual aid. Di naman halata sa iba pero kapag siya ang makakakita shet mahahalata niya talaga. Pero pinost ko sa my day ko and fck sya ang pangatkong nagview sa my day ko and i’m suoer nervous or what kasi baka nahalata niya like shet pooo universe take me nowww huhu
my mom wants me to take all the stuff I have at their house but I kind of have nowhere to put it bc I do not currently have a place to live so I guess I am going to have to find a storage place to take it?? I am going to be staying there all of December anyway so idk why I suddenly need to move it all. Not idealllll.