𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤

- Chapter 21 -

You woke up the next morning mysteriously on your bed, not quite remembering how you got there but decided not question it as it was ultimately insignificant.

You arose from your bed with an extreme headache and soreness on your arms, upon further inspection you realize how much of a mess your room had become. You yawned and stretched your wings out, releasing them from the mark on your back and cracking every single wing bone to get all the knicks out.

Fucking god, last night was a trainwreck. I feel like utter shit, and I have to face All Might after..

Everything that happened...

Damn.

You got up and leisurely made your bed, since it was Sunday morning you thankfully didn't have any school. You had a day to yourself, a single day to pick up all the pieces of yourself that fell out of place throughout the week.

You also remembered that you might have to train with Izuku again, which for some reason made you nervous and excited all at once.

After all this time, it still feels like I'm in the damn honeymoon phase.

After making your bed, you went to the bathroom. You weren't at all prepared for the sight you were about to see, almost yelped in fear at the pure disgust you had for yourself and the mess inside.

There was blood, and a lot of it.

Everywhere.

Either smeared on the walls or stained in dozens of tissues, blood was spotted in every corner of the large bathroom.

When self harming, you usually tend to go into this trance of euphoric pain. A haze of just emotionless action that resulted in your mind and body going into autopilot, and therefore normally forgetting all that happened during that time. And get to see the lovely surprise that was the aftermath of your dysphoric episode, it almost looked like a crime scene.

From the blood swiped across the floors and bathtub, to the gauze rolled all over the floor in a disorganized panic, to the stench of your blood and despair radiating off the entire area. It was a pitiful and awful sight to behold, and you could barely keep it together as you stood there in disbelief.

Truth be told, you haven't hurt yourself in a long time. As you learned from Izuku from a few timelines ago that it was hurtful to both him and yourself, and that you should come to him if you ever felt the need to do such an act.

However, what he failed to understand was that you couldn't. You couldn't then and you can't now, you never could in the first place, but you stopped and tried your hardest not just for him but all of your other friends that cared for you.

And at this point, it was the perfect distraction for the emotions that were swirling through your head. Even now, you still can't make out the sensations you felt the entire duration of last night into words.

You were ashamed of it, but what else could you do?

"God fucking damnit, I gotta clean this shit up before All Might sees it. He would have a heart attack, and I don't want to kill the number one."

You quickly cleaned and wiped your bathroom spotless of any blood and tears, swiftly tidying the gauze and towels that were strewn all across the ground.

Making sure you threw away all evidence of anything suspicious or out of the ordinary that would stand out, and eventually hid the gauze in the cabinet under the sink and threw away the bloodied trash bags to a dumpster away from the large apartment building.

You had to fly pretty quickly and quietly, but eventually made it in time for a slow and gentle knock on your bedroom door.

Just chill Y/N, breathe and be cool. No need to get emotional or heated, be calm and collected.