"SON OF A BITCH! I WILL BURN THIS HOE TO THE FUCKIN' GROUND!"
"Y/n! Calm down, you've been yelling all morning!" Shigaraki exclaimed as you turned to him, rage in your eyes and pointing an accusing finger at him.
"I hope all the chocolate chips in your cookies turn out to be raisins, bitch. Move away from the sink before I throw up on you," before he could say anything, you shoved him out of the way, throwing up in the sink.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" He asked as you glared at him, before puking in the sink again, your eyes watering and burning.
"It's called withdrawal symptoms. 'S what I get for being clean for a week," you remarked, wiping your mouth. Truth be told, you had been clean for a week, and on one hand, it was fine, meaning you were taking the necessary steps to get healthier for yourself, and the people around you. But on the other hand?
You fucking hated it.
It's not that you hated not having drugs in your system or feeling spaced out and utterly detached from reality, no. You just hated nausea that turned into you throwing up seventy-five percent of the time, the cold sweats, the sleeping troubles which didn't help with you being tired all the time, the tremors even if you weren't cold, and the mood swings.
God, you hated the mood swings, even more than you hated nausea and the tremors. One minute you were happy watching your favorite series, then the next, you were ready to chop someone's heart out and feed it to them.
"How long are they supposed to last?" Toga asked as you shrugged, rinsing out your mouth with tap water.
"With all the shit that I took, probably...weeks, I guess. Honestly got no clue, I'm not a doctor," you remarked.
