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Chapter 11

Katsuki's POV.

I hear the bathroom door open and I look up from my phone.

"Oh hey. I'm gonna shower too, feel free to do whatever I guess." I say as I put my phone down on the bed. He nods and I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.

I go to grab a towel from under the sink but I spot something shiny on the edge of the bathtub. The fuck?

I walk over and pick the object up, it's a razor. I guess Izuku shaved or some shit, guess I'll just throw
it away. Wait what's that?

I turn it over and I spot splotches of something red. Fucking blood?

I think for a moment then I realize. I burst out of the bathroom with the razor in hand and look at Izuku.

"Eek!" He yelps.

"Izuku show me your arms. Now." I try to sound stern but my voice cracks a little. Shit.

He looks down at my hand and spots the razor, his eyes widen.

"U-uh why do you want me to do that? S-sorry I guess I forgot to put the razor away after I shaved, heh yup!" He anxiously smiles at me. I can tell he's nervous just by looking at him, he's fucking lying.

"Oh yea? I wonder why there's blood on it then huh?" He stops smiling and he audibly gulps.

"Well I j-just accidentally scraped myself while I was shaving heh heh c-clumsy me!"

I place the blade on top of my dresser and walk in front of him. I cross my arms over my chest.

"Uh huh sure. Let me see where you 'accidentally' cut yourself then."

He shakes his head and backs away on the bed. "N-no it's fine! I'm fine really! I took care of it no worries!"

"Alright then, I'll check on my own."

I step forward and get on the bed in front of him.

"W-what are you do- AaH!"

He yelps as I pin him to the bed. I hold one of his arms in my hand while putting my other above his head to keep him from getting away. He tries to wiggle out of my grasp.

I start to pull the sleeve of the shirt up and he continues to try and wiggle away. Once the sleeve is lifted my eyes widen.

Hundreds of cuts, some look new and some look old.

Izuku stops trying to get away and tears start to roll down his freckled face.

"I-I'm really sorry. I'm casing you so much stress and I wasted one of your razors! Now you're all worried about me. If I just fell off the bridge you wouldn't have to worry abo-"

"Shut up! Don't talk like that ok? Fuck no you should NOT have fallen off the bridge. What you should do is stop saying stupid things like this." I cut him off from his ranting and hugged him. Why the fuck at I getting all soft for a loser I just met. Whatever.

He wraps his arms around my back. I just stay there for a bit letting him cry into my chest.

I roll over so we're laying on our sides now, he keeps his head on my chest and I run my hands through his green tufts of hair.