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[9:39pm Monday night Todoroki household] shoto laid flat on his bed with a heavy sigh, his multiple blankets covering him lazily, his head against his two or three pillows, all of which he had to steal from the dryer .

”middle school was an ass.” That’s the conclusion he always came up with at the end of the day, rolling to his side his hateful gaze went half-lidded with exhaustion, he was tired. But not sleepy tired, a tired no one understood.

even though he knew he shouldn’t be, he grabbed his phone from his desk and rolled over, laying on his side as he turned on the device and put in the password, the electronic’s bright screen highlighting his face in the dark room.

he opened up instagram and started scrolling through posts, some where of strangers, some his classmates and some even everyday people he walked past by the street, he didn’t remember them though. He was just scrolling like “normal teenagers.” His age do to cure his boredom. Or his emptiness, he didn’t know which anymore.

on a vacay in NYC!! I saw the Statue of Liberty!!

on a date with my boyfriend, love him sm <333

party at nine am and I’m stilling having the best time!! #HOTTEENLIFE

Damn it—that’s all he fucking saw, people going on vacations and seeing new things, people spending time with someone they love. someone who actually loves them back, hell — even kids like him having the best time of their life.

it made a bitter feeling stir in his chest, one that made made his heart both hurt and angry. He felt so..jealous. Jealous that all his classmates are so happy and carefree, jealous that there’s so many people he doesn’t even know treating life like some fun game, just so—jealous.

Why couldn’t he be like that? Why couldn’t he be “bubbly” and content? why couldn’t he be like them? So joyful and playful, so—so sweet . It didn’t make sense to him, it was so unfair to him. He’d kill for what they have.

They say jealousy is a bitter feeling.