me, Todoroki, Deku, jirou and momo go to hot topic as everyone else goes somewhere else.
we shop around stores and we had a great time. even jirou smiled.
we end up with a couple bags as we meet back up with the rest of the class.
"we should have a sleep over in the main room this Friday. everyone agreed to the idea. we didn't do it tonight since tomorrow was Monday and it would be a train wreck tomorrow for school.
we get back to the dorms around 8:50 as i go to my own dorm.
i plop into the bed since i was tired from shopping all day.
i don't even bother to put away the clothes i got since i was tired.
i fall asleep soon after.
- next morning -
i wake up and see i'm a little bit late. i get up and put on my uniform. i see a random jacket in my room and i wonder who's it is since i don't recognize it. it was bakugos and it had his last name on it. i decided to wear it since i didn't have another jacket to cover my smexy scars. i get ready and everything.
i will soon regret wearing it
i walk downstairs while on my phone as i start to walk to school. i get to my class and go to sit down when
"why do you have Bakugo's jacket?!?" momo says while looking at me with a smirk
"o-oh he left it at my dorm and i couldn't find another jac-"
"why was his jacket off in the first place?"
"I DONT KNOW MAN HE JUST TOOK IT OFF"
we sit there and argue back and forth when Bakugo walks in
he walks to his desk not realizing i was wearing his jacket.
"WHY IS IZUKU WEARING YOUR JACKET?!?" momo asks shifting her attention over to Bakugo
"i forgot it at his dorm. NOW SHUT UP BEFORE I BLOW YOU UP" he screams getting clearly mad
"WHY DID U GO TO HIS DORM DONT U HATE HIM?!?"
"NO I- NO I DONT!" he said while getting more and more mad.
"this is kinda unnecessary don't you guys think? ribbit" tsuyu asks putting her finger to her mouth
"it's all this shit heads fault." he says sitting further into his seat.
"ya ya" she says while turning away from Bakugo and walking to Uruaka and Tenya
-middle of class-
Deku POV
Bakugo and Todoroki help me so much but i can't take it anymore. i need to punish myself i can't do this.
i raise my hand asking to use the restroom
i walk to the bathroom with one of my last blades. playing with it in my pocket i find myself in the bathroom.
i begin to feel better with each cut.
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i add a couple more as i walk out of the stall.
i clean off the cuts as i begin to feel like i needed to cry. that's impossible though. i can't physically cry anymore. well here we are, i'm crying silently to myself in the bathroom.
