The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 48.

CW: HEAVY THEMES OF SUICIDE. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT FEEL SAFE IN DOING SO.

I folded the note carefully, taking it to the office. My tears were dried, and my cheeks and nose were no longer red. I still looked like shit, however. I was... emptied.

I held the note under the photocopier- making 2 extra versions. One for Mic, one for Katsu. My eyes were glued to the copier, thinking about nothing in particular.

"Good evening, Young L/N. What are you copying so late?" All Might made me jump, entering the office.

"Oh. Hi. Just some homework, for- for English." I took one of the copies, slipping it into an envelope. I handed it to All Might, much to his confusion.

"Could you give this to Hizashi when you next see him?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow, taking the envelope gingerly.

"Sure. Are you okay? You seem a little... off." He said with a kind smile.

"Yeah, thanks. I just don't think I have English tomorrow and this is already overdue. Night." I feigned innocence. I took the extra notes, heading back to my room ignoring the man.

Taking a deep breath, I folded the rest of the notes and put them into their respective envelopes.

I wanted them to read this. It was fucked up, but I did. So that they could see what was going through my head. If I left them in my room, they'd be taken into police evidence before anyone could get the chance to understand.

I went to the mirror and sloppily pulled my hair into a high, puffy pony, and put on some jeans and my boots. A white t-shirt and bomber jacket went with it.

"Chin up." I whispered into the mirror, avoiding looking at my face. It was 11pm right now, so most were probably asleep. Good.

I looked back at my room one last time. I felt shit for wasting all of this nice stuff that Aizawa had bought me... but maybe he could sell it all, at least.

Shutting the door quietly, I made my way to Aizawa's room. I hoped he was asleep, but even so, as soon as that note was through, I was bolting it out of here.

I wish I could have kissed him one last time.

Staring at the note, I knew that this was it. No going back now. But that didn't scare me. It made me calm, that it would all be over soon. That I wouldn't be trapped in this inescapable cycle of destruction I was caught up inside.

I quickly slid the note under the door, walking away briskly as soon as it was done. Next was Katsuki- he was definitely asleep, since he went to bed about 2 or three hours ago.

I slipped the note under his door too, now making my way downstairs. Only a few stragglers were left in the common area, all playing games.

"Hey L/N, wanna play?" I heard Sero ask. I ignored him and walked out of the building.

Looking back at U.A., I felt not sadness- not nostalgia- but an appreciation. That this place had given me a safe haven. But it was my own mind that ruined that.

It was all me.

It was all my fault.

The nightlife bustled on this fateful Saturday night, and I surely became entranced by the lights. I decided to hit up a bar for one last time drinking.

"Double vodka, please." I asked the bartender. He was a man with scruffy brown hair, young-looking. He quirked a brow, probably noting how young I looked.

"ID please?" I took out my ID card and handed it to the man.

"Hm. Checks out." He handed it back and poured the drink.