|| Die For You || Midoriya X Reader

Exhausted

A/N Italics are your thoughts!

Y/N P.O.V. 

There was only about an hour left of the day. I felt like passing out. I was debating whether I wanted to go home and know what I'd be in for or should I try to find another place to stay for the night? 

I haven't been home in a few days, I know that my mom will be furious, but I don't have another place to stay tonight. There is a good and a bad to each, I know what I get If I go home, but if I'm on the streets again, I have no Idea what I'll run into. Whatever happens can't be worse than what already has though. 

I had all sound tuned out and was consumed in my thoughts. Thinking of both scenarios began to give me anxiety. My thoughts were spiraling out of control, my mind imagining the worst. My heart was speeding up and I knew my breath would soon become ragged if this kept up. I was falling down the hole for about the eighth time this week. I needed to stop, but I didn't have control. 

"Hey, Y/N, can you hear me? ... Y/N, What's going on? ... Are you okay? ... Y/n Answer me!" 

I could hear a voice, but it sounded like it was miles away, I couldn't reply. 

"Hey, Y/N, please, what's going on, you've been mumbling nonsense for the past hour. ... Please answer me!!" 

It was still foggy and I could only catch parts of what they were saying. 

"COME ON YOU IDIOT!" 

That was a different voice, were they yelling at me? How long had I been like this?  Oh shit, I was bothering the owner of the voice. That was something I hated the most, when I was in the way or burdening or bothering someone. 

Then something or someone hit my head, hard. The pain snapped me out of it. I Immediately jumped up and put my arms up in defense. 

"Please! Don't hurt me!" I said with out realizing it. I had my eyes closed preparing for another impact that never came. 

"W-Why would we h-hurt you?" 

I recognized the stuttering as Midoriya's. I slowly opened my eyes and his big emerald ones met mine. 

Oh shit! What did I say?!?

"A-Are you okay?" he asked me with worry etched in his expression. 

"I'm fine." I said with no emotion. I felt like I was going to pass out both from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. I realized that I was holding my breath when I bolted out of the classroom. I hit Bakugou, who was the one yelling; he went into a screaming and cursing fit.  I ran down the hallways not really caring if I ran into people. I tripped on the door frame when I ran out the door to leave the school; I fell and tore a hole in my leggings where my knee hid inside. I quickly got back up and continued to run out of the gates. I ran through the city until I reached the beach. It was slowly starting to get cleared of the trash, by whom I have no idea, but this is where I'd hide out. 

I slowed my pace and was panting. I walked to a far side of it that was the most heavily laden with trash, but there were some good places to not be seen. I picked my way, careful to not destroy my clothes further, until I got to my place. It was this place where a few big metal pieces created a kind of shelter. I often left my stuff here because I'd stay for days at a time. It was away from the city, I was protected from the weather, and there were no people. I'd even taped a few of my drawings up to the 'walls' of the place. I had a backpack in the corner of the place, in it I had a few changes of clothes, which were all old and tattered jeans that hung about 4 inches above my ankles due to my height and oversized hoodies. there were a few tank-tops, a few underthings, pencils and my sketch pad. That book of paper was the only comfort I had. I really enjoyed drawing; it was one of the only ways to pass time out here. I also had an iPod, I could charge it with my quirk, so I didn't have to worry about having an outlet, a pair of earbuds, and finally, an extra school uniform.  I had two blankets thrown over the sand that I slept on. 

I sat down and took off my old blue converse, they were the only pair of shoes I owned. I placed them neatly in the corner on the small area. I put one of my earbuds in, I knew that the second I pressed play on my music I'd be vulnerable. I was pretty sure I'd be fine though because no one ever came down this far. 

I pressed play and pulled out some paper and my pencil. I looked through each drawing as I flipped to the next blank page. I realized I had quite a few drawing of my classmates, they were really the only people I knew. I got to a blank page and began to sketch Midoriya's eyes, the same ones I looked into earlier. The same ones that showed concern. The same ones that faced all the shit people threw at him. I admired him, as I did many of our other classmates. All of them seemed so happy, like they were all family, well, besides Todoroki. But I wish I could be a part of that, have people to support you and laugh with you and be there no matter what. I know I won't fit in with them though. Not after everything that's happened. 

I kept drawing Midoriya, I finished his eyes and started on the freckles that danced across his pale skin. A new song came on and this was the one I was most Vulnerable with. It was Paralyzed by NF. I tried to focus on my drawing, but a tear fell and landed on Midoriya's cheek blurring the fine detail that was in pencil. I laid back on the blankets, I just wanted to sleep...  

Slowly the darkness enveloped me.