a world between us

*when we were younger, life was simple*

Izukus pov:

Now that she's gone....

I don't know what to do....

Everything....

Is crumbling....

My childhood best friend is now my bully.

My idol shattered my one dream.

My mom...dead.

I sat here with the bloodied cloth I was using to clean the kitchen tile flood. Bleach and dish soap intoxicated the air making me feel sick. I have no one left. I stood up from my place on the floor walking over a few small steps to the sink to rinse the cloth. I watched sickly as the water turned clear to red. It made me oddly satisfied, like I was calling to me.

The apartment was still a mess especially the kitchen but it didn't matter to me anymore, the initial shock had worn off and I just felt numb. Numb emotionally. Numb mentally. Hell, even numb physically. I just want to feel something. I've always thought of doing what i wanted to do before, but i wanted to do it more now than ever before. I started to pace back and forth between the hallway and kitchen.

It will make me feel...something. I paced one last time but this time i stopped by the kitchen grabbed an exact o blade and ended up in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a pitiful mess. My hair was messier then normal and ear stains littered my face. Kaccan was right i was just another dammed quirkless deku.

I sat on the cold edge of the bathtub slowly going over my decision. Was it the right one? Would it make me feel any better? I studiedly ruled up my left sleeve placing the cool metal gains my upper wrist, without a hurry i slowly dug the blade into my skin and draw a line. The one line turned into a small red line eventually leading to small red pearls. The one line gave me a slight sense of satisfaction, like a weight was lifted. So I continued.

One for being useless.

One for letting mom die..

One for being me...

And so i continued sitting there on the bathtubs ledge going deeper and deeper spilling more and more blood making myself feel...something. A few hours passed and i had a bunch of small big slim and thick cuts littering my arms. I scrubbed my blood like i did moms and messily put bandages on my arms.

Some bleed threw but that didn't matter to me...i was tired and i just wanted to go to sleep. So i turned off the light in the bathroom and went to moms room, crawled into her bed and cried until i fell asleep. Trying to keep the lasting warm of my mom with me for as long as possible. But eventually i all faded, her smell, her warmth everything. She faded into the afterlife.

Bakugos pov:

Time passed by me quick but seemed like it was in stop motion. As time passed people left and i was there looking over the hill on the swings at our park. Deku and i use to play on the swings for hours when we were younger, but it always circles back...when we were younger.

It seemed like i spaced off because when i was aware of my being again it was night.

Seemed like i was going to be on the streets again tonight. Mom locks the house up at 8;30 and if i break thru the window in my window mom will hear it...like last time. I remember that night vividly. What she did, what i did, what happened. I still wear those scars shamefully, i wish she had killed me then and there. The park was now lit by the silver moonlight and blinking led lamp post off in the corner.

This park is practically abandoned other then the few people who come here to sell and use drugs or parents who think this park is decent. Its one of the older ones in the neighborhood so heroes check up here often to make sure nothing is going down. Tonight might be one of those nights because its a friday...i hated fridays. School is my only escape.

"Kid, shouldn't you be getting home" i heard a gruff voice from a distance away, about six or seven feet. I turned around to see eraserhead. We've had a run i a few times before, hes nice enough but hes still a hero. "Got locked out" i said turning back to face the hill and city below. He walked over at a slowed pace and sat on the swing next to me. "do nt you have a friends house you can stay at or something?" he questioned.

I just shook my head listening to the wind and crickets. Its a nice night tonight, calming. "I read about what happened with that villain...are you okey?" he seemed almost hesitant to ask. I get it...i look scary, i act scary...maybe not to a hero but i do have a villains quirk. "Im fine...i just cant go home" i stated looking over at him.

I never got a clear view of his face before, he kinda looked homeless. He had stubble where a beard and mustache should be and long black tangled hair. I probably look homeless too. "Bakugo, right?" i nodded "is that bruise from the villain attack?". Fuck, he cant find out. Not yet at least.

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