𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 • 𝔹𝕠𝕜𝕦 𝕟𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒

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Warnings for this chapter: Panic Attack, Slight Internalized Transphobia, Self-Harm, Blood, and Semi-Nudity.

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    Hitoshi keeps himself in a ball, curled on the floor of a random closet he ran into. A loud sob wrenches itself out of his mouth. He grips his face, muffling the sob and his heavy breaths. His other hand was scratching at his arm, blood dripping down in small rivers.

  He couldn't breathe. He couldn't feel. He is scared. Why? Why did Mineta do that?

  "Because you're pretending to be a boy."

  "I'm–I'm not. I'm not. I'm not." Hitoshi scratches deeper into his arm. He couldn't tell how deep it is. He couldn't feel.

  Hitoshi curls even further into himself, head in his knees. He couldn't breathe.

  "Your mother says so. Mineta does. Your mother's friends do too. They're the adults too."

  "I am–I am a boy. I am. I am. I am. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." He doesn't hear the door opening, hyperventilating. Hitoshi gripped at his fallen and torn shirt and binder, harshly pulling at his hair.

  Hitoshi makes a noise of surprise when a hand is gently placed on the one ripping out his hair. He tries to take in a deep breath. Caramel. Why does he smell caramel?

  "–nsō. Hitoshi, can you hear me?" A familiar voice echoes in Hitoshi's head. He whimpers slightly at how loud it sounded and cries even more.

  "Hitoshi, you're going to rip out your hair," The voice says softly, gently forcing Hitoshi's hand away from his hair. The–so warm–hand runs through the indigo haired teenager's hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Hitoshi leans up into the touch. He couldn't breathe, but he could feel it.

  "I–I–" Hitoshi chokes on his words, scratching at his arm again. He curls into himself further as another sob wrenches out of his mouth.

  "–low my breaths for me? Here." Hitoshi feels a hand grab his and places it on someone's chest. He feels a calm heartbeat against his palm and a chest slowly rising and falling.

  It was a slow process, but eventually Hitoshi slowly followed the slow breathing. His sobs quiet down, but tears still fell from his eyes. He opens his eyes and sees someone in a UA uniform sitting beside him.

  Hitoshi makes a small noise and closes his eyes again. He feels something being placed on top of him and opens his eyes. A uniform jacket covered him, hiding his shredded shirt and binder.

  "Everyone's looking for you. Aizawa-Sensei's about to fucking murder that fucking grape. I'm pretty fucking sure Nezu-Sensei's gonna let him too," The person says, making Hitoshi chuckle through his tears.

  "...everyone saw didn't they?" He asks softly, hugging his legs closer.

  The hand in his hair slows for a moment. "Yeah. One of those Gen bitches was absolutely livid. She had to be held down by three teachers and knocked out by fucking Midnight-Sensei."

  "Lū-kun," Hitoshi says with a small smile. He didn't know she could get angry like that. Katsuki frowns slightly and glances at the closed door.

  "We should get to Recovery Girl. You've scratched the shit out of your fucking arm, Dead Eyes," Katsuki says softly. Hitoshi blinks in confusion before pulling out his arm from under the jacket. He winces slightly at the deep gash in his arm, blood dripping freely out of it.

  "Shit." Hitoshi stares at the wound for a few more moments before groaning. "Recovery Girl is gonna fucking kill me."

  Katsuki snorts and runs his hand through the indigo haired teenager's hair one last time before standing up. Hitoshi quickly pulls on the jacket and buttons it up to cover his chest. Shame crawls around in his heart as he keeps his gaze on the ground.