|| Die For You || Midoriya X Reader

Exposed

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun was coming through the cracks of the metal, I recalled the events of yesterday. God, I didn't want to go to school today, but I had to if I was ever going to be a hero. I was laying on my side and my sketch book laying on the ground in front of my knees. I was still in my school uniform too, I hadn't bothered changing last night. I slowly reached out and grabbed my precious book. The page I was drawing on last night was wrinkled and blurred from my tears. I flipped through the pages yet again trying to find what comfort I could from the sketches. Some of them were unfinished and I couldn't remember who they were of. I stopped on another one of Midoriya, looking at his big black and white eyes. In reality they were green, but all I had was one lone graphite pencil. 

My back was sore, but I had grown used to it from sleeping here so many nights. I rolled to my back and stretched a bit with my eyes closed. It felt good. My hair was still up in its usual crazy bun, there were parts falling out, parts wrapped around each other, and it was loosely tangled around the black hair tie. I didn't have a brush, so most mornings I just left it be or used my fingers. I opened up my eyes and there was someone sitting in the corner of the metal. 

My eyes went wide and my mind didn't think straight. I couldn't tell who it was because yet again my mind became foggy. I quickly grabbed my converse, two backpacks, and my sketch book with its pencil. Then out of fear and confusion I used my free hand to punch the figure in the eye. I ran out and across the beach as fast as I could, my feet being cut from the lack of shoes and my pants tearing even more as they were snagged on sharp odds and ends.  

I reached the part where the beach met the city and the pain slowly started to sink in. I walked a little further and sat in an old alleyway. I had been in this one before and nothing bad had happened. So, I thought that this was my best bet. In the dim light I slowly started to assess my injuries. My feet were pretty cut up. I had to pull out a few pieces of metal and glass, it hurt, but I had been trough worse. 

The memories started to flash in my head, my vision went black, but I was still fully conscious. This had happened before, my horrible memories playing on loop, over and over again. It was like I was in a trance, but I couldn't snap out of it. Not on my own at least. 

I felt something like a hand hit my head, in the same spot as yesterday. It snapped me out of it, but when my vision returned no one was there. 

"M-Midoriya?" I weakly said, wanting him to be there even though I knew he wasn't. 

I brought my hand up to brush some hair out of my face and my thin fingers touched my cheek. It was wet. 

Was I crying? No, I didn't cry, not when I was out in the open. But what else could it have been? Nothing. There is nothing else it could have been. 

I looked at my feet once more and all the blood had dried. I pulled my water bottle out of my school bag and rinsed them off to the best of my ability. I then grabbed some bandages that I kept in my bag and wrapped them up before pulling on my old converse. I did up the laces so that they were tight on my feet. I then decided to try and untangle my hair with my fingers a bit.

I put my hair back up in its usual messy do and began to walk to school. I couldn't run because of my injuries, so I settled for walking. I knew I was gonna be late. I was also quite hungry, I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday. But I wasn't going to stop. 

I got to the class room and hesitantly reached out to the door. I took a deep breath and opened it, quickly walking to my seat in the back with my head down. I could feel all eyes on my as I sat down. Given, I probably looked terrible, between my tear stained face, not having showered in days, my leggings I wore under my skirt torn and ripped in several places from my journey here, and my crappy shoes. I was also probably covered in dirt. Actually not probably, I was covered in dirt. 

I looked up to have Aizawa sensei looking directly at me as well as some other classmates. My eyes met Midoriya's again. One of them was bruised and looked as if he was punched in the eye... Wait, was he the one I woke up to this morning? No, It couldn't be, I saw no green when I ran. How could you miss his bright green hair and eyes? I mean, my mind was foggy and I wasn't thinking straight, but still! 

Aizawa's voice was what snapped me back into reality as my thoughts started to wander. 

"L/N (Your last name), is there a reason you are this late?" 

What? What does he mean 'this late', what time is it? 

My eyes darted to the clock that was above the door. 

Oh shit. shitshitshitshit. I was almost 30 minutes late. 

My mouth opened to say something when I realized there was nothing to say. I closed it and looked down. 

"I'll need you to stay after class please," he said before resuming teaching. 

I kept my head down the entire class and I was lost in my head again. I was worrying over what Aizawa had to say to me. My feet hurt too, walking right after it happened didn't help. I was extremely hungry, but that was nothing new. 

I felt gentle fingers come to rest on my arm. My head snapped up and I saw that the classroom was empty. I looked to my side to see Midoriya standing there, then I let my eyes look down to the hand on my arm; it was his. I looked back up at him. His expression looked that of completely confused and extremely worried. 

Why was he here? why did he look confused? Why was he worried? Was he worried? Am I just going crazy? Is he actually worried about me? 

My vision yet again blurred at I went back into my head. 

His fingers gently squeezed my arm. It brought me back into reality because of the pain. Normally it wouldn't have hurt, but I happened to have a massive bruise there that still wasn't healed. 

I slightly winced and he noticed. 

"Y/N a-are you o-okay?" 

"I-I'm fine."

"W-why were you on t-the beach this morning?" he asked in a quiet voice you could barely make out as audible. 

My eyes went wide in shock. He was on the beach this morning, I punched him, how could I do that to Midoriya?!? Oh, shit. what am I in for now? What does he think of me?  Why is he standing here right now? Doesn't he hate me? He's got to. There is no way in all of earth, heaven, or hell that this is really him right now! No! Shit! Did he tell Aizawa about this morning? This can't be happening right now! 

"H-hey, are you okay?" He asked and it snapped me back into reality yet again. 

"U-umm" was all I could get out, I felt something on my cheek and as my cold fingers touched it yet again it was wet. Had I been crying again? No! They can't see me weak like this! I quickly wiped off both my cheeks. "I-I'm fine."

"No, y-you're not... please tell us what's g-going on..." he trailed off as I remembered that Aizawa was there. I looked to the front of the classroom where he was sitting. 

"I-I'm so sorry, I won't be late again. I'm sorry I was so late, I ran into some obstacles on the way here, and I had to walk, we don't live very close, so it took me awhile, I'm sorry!" I rambled on, then I stopped realizing what I was saying. 

"Take off your shoes." was what Aizawa said. 

"W-what?!?"I said completely taken aback by his command. My feet, he couldn't see them!