The Gay Hero That Dissapeared (UA x Depressed Gay Reader)

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After that, the class was pretty normal. A quirk race and stuff. And when we finally got out of class, I was sweating my life out and bleeding slightly from the finger, which I found pretty ironic, considering what happened to the green-haired kid, who I later found out is named izuku mydoria. At lunch, we had it before we went, which was weird, and I realized how I didn't really have a seat. I went to the blonde, spiky guy and forced a smile at him.

"Umm hey. Can I sit here?"

"No, what the hell?! You can't sit next to a god like me, you fat flying bitch!"

A normal person wouldn't even think twice about what he said. But I could feel the tears forming, and before I noticed it, I started crying.

Yaoyorozu, todoroki, mydoria (who's finger was ok now), a yellow-haired pretty boy and a spiky-haired, red-haired boy came up to me, and yaoyorozu hugged me, with todoroki following her example.

"C'mon Y/N-kun. Let's take you somewhere else. Bakugou doesn't deserve you."

They took me away to a table, and Yaoyorozu gently wiped away my tears, then hugged me.

"Hey, don't listen to him. You're amazing. Let's have a sleepover tonight? We'll watch a movie and play videogames and listen to Jirou's music."

"Y-yeah. I guess that could work."

Even with all their support, my thoughts were still on Bakugou and what he said.

"You don't deserve to sit next to a god like me, you fat flying bitch!"

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became.

He's right y'know. You're way too fat. It wouldn't hurt to lose a few pounds, just look at yourself! You're really a bitch, huh? I didn't know you were so stupidly oblivious.

I couldn't help it. I started crying again. I excused myself to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and cried. I spotted a razor, and as though in a transe, I picked it up and put it on my wrist.

Do it, you coward. Cut yourself. You deserve it. You deserve the pain. You deserve the blood. It's not like anyone ACTUALLY loves you, you're just retarded.

Somehow I managed to stop right in time. I threw the razor away, then tried to get up, but couldn't. My eyes were stinging from crying, but more tears just came. I was paralyzed. I was panting and wheezing, hyperventilating, and every second felt like an eternity. I took a few minutes to myself, took some deep breaths, then got out of the bathroom, washed my face, looked at the mirror and punched it, breaking it. I couldn't stand to see myself anymore.

When I got out, I ran to recovery girl and told her what happened, minus my panic attack, me wanting to cut myself and the voice in my head. Basically, I told her that I accidentally broke the bathroom mirror and needed some band-aids and stuff. She kissed my wounds, and they were gone. No blood, nothing. I went to the gang, apologized, then left. Early, sure, but still, I could manage an excuse tomorrow.
I went back home, layed down on the bed, took my headphones off and groaned. I wanted to sleep so bad, but I couldn't force myself to fall asleep like usual. My mind wandered to far-off places, like Bakugou's insult, the gang, how they were so supportive and fun, and well....... I didn't know what I was feeling. I should be happy........ Only my first day, and I already have friends....... But why do I feel so condemned?? And weirdly sad?
I eventually cried myself to sleep. I forced myself to think of more familiar and pleasant things, such as my parents, how they abused me, blood, how much I wanted to hurt myself, how much I wanted it all to just end, and I fell asleep thinking of ways to commit suicide. Truly, a wonderful night.