Only Red

Chapter Twenty Two

I sit in my room staring up at the ceiling, just thinking about what the fuck I'm gonna do.

Yaknow, normal teenage things.

I hear a knock on my door and sigh. Oh good, more Denki.

I sluggishly walk from my bed over to the door, and pull it open, blinking a few times, not expecting who stands in front of me.

"H-hey, sorry to bother you Kirishima but I saw you run away during the training exercise and got worried when you never came back. If you want I'm sure there's some records of this happening before and I can help you sort through them for a cure if you want.

"U-unless you're busy right now or don't want to!" Midoriya said, covering his head with his hands as he sometimes does when he worries.

I feel a soft smile creep it's way onto my face at his kind gesture.

"Thanks Midori, but we went to the prison today which is why I left," I say, halfway lying. "And lets just say for the most part this is pretty permanent." I continue bitterly.

He nods and starts stuttering again so I just give him a gentle wave goodbye and push Midoriya out of my door frame before closing it. I sigh leaning against the door.

Maybe I can get off with just that... just saying that it's irreversible and pretending to be super good at healing for the rest of my life.

No... because there's the whole 'lose your will to live' thing too. It'll be too weird if I just start pulling a switchblade on myself everytime I feel sad for all the other kids to not press for an explanation...

"This is gonna be harder than I thought."

...

Around 7 that night I hear someone coming to my door to knock and let me know it was dinnertime as we sometimes did with each other. I immediately tuck away my thoughts for sometime late as I yell out a 'coming!' and make my way downstairs.

Luckily by now all traces of my tears have now faded from my face, and I can safely eat without getting questioned. I feel someones stare on me and turn my head to see Katsuki.

I flinch, remembering everything from the prison, the hallway, and I look away. I don't know his expression because I'm too scared to look, but I guess it's disappointment anyway.

After all, what else could anyone feel towards me after what I'm going to tell them?