Whispers

Hopeless

Izuku stared at himself in the mirror once again and carefully tried to wrap his neck with bandages. Once he was satisfied, he moved onto wrapping his wrists. Izuku had decided to go to school today and try to make some things normal again. He thought that he should live as normal as possible until Mikumo eventually kills him. He slipped on his uniform and went out the door. When he sat down at his desk in the classroom, he earned a few surprised glances from his friends and from his teacher as well. He awkwardly shifted in his seat as the class went on. The room felt odd after not being there for so long. After Aizawa had given directions for some assignment and gone asleep, the class began chatting loudly. Izuku looked at his paper and sighed. He really didn't have the energy to think about it and actually complete it so he looked around and his eyes landed on Uraraka's empty seat. She probably wasn't fully recovered yet. Izuku clenched his fists and squeezed his wrist again. He felt so guilty about it and what he saw that night. He couldn't move and he couldn't do anything. It was his fault in the first place for underestimating Mikumo and not thinking his actions through.

"Oh! I know this question! It's B." Mikumo exclaimed.

Izuku sighed and looked at his paper. Unfortunately, he was correct. Izuku picked up his pencil chose the answer.

"Hey, Midoriya! It's good to see you in class again!" Smiled Kaminari from a few seats away. His other friends smiled and waved at him and Izuku couldn't help but smile sheepishly, "Thanks, guys."

Izuku turned back to his paper but as he stared at the sheet, he couldn't help but notice Kamanari's lingering gaze on him. It was a bit uncomfortable but he stopped looking a few moments later. As his eyes gazed aimlessly around the classroom, his phone began ringing. He jumped a bit and the sudden noise earned a few stares from his classmates. He quickly pulled out his phone to see a call from an "Unknown Caller" and no phone number. A little disturbed, Izuku pressed the red button and set his phone down. Not even one moment later, the same person called again. Izuku hung up again and sighed in confusion, "Who's calling you?" Mina said as she walked over to his desk, "I don't know. It doesn't show a number." He responded. Mina tapped her chin, "That's odd." She glanced at his phone before averting her gaze elsewhere. Izuku looked at his phone to see text messages coming from a random number. He furrowed his eyebrows and with shaky hands, he picked up his phone and read them.

'Hey'

'Pick up the phone'

'Midoriya'

'Come on, Seriously.'

'Are you okay? Did something happen?'

Izuku raised an eyebrow and viewed the messages again. They knew his name?

'Suzuki-san? Is that you?'

Izuku hesitantly responded and stared at the screen with anticipation.

'Yes! Is everything alright?'

Izuku began shaking again. He doesn't want to respond because Mikumo already hurt Uraraka for investigating and meeting Chihiro.

"Ouch!" Someone shouted. Izuku immediately perked up and frantically searched the room, "M-Mina! Are you okay?!" He asked urgently. Mina laughed, "Yeah I'm fine. I just hit my hip on the desk." She reassured. She looked at Izuku and frowned, "Are you okay? It didn't hurt that bad. You don't have to make that face." She let out an airy laugh.

"O-oh. I'm making a face? I didn't notice. Haha..." Izuku stared at his screen once again seeing multiple other texts from Chihiro. He squeezed his phone and blocked the number again. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and placed his forehead in his hands. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt because of him.