Warnings: negative self-talk,
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(y/n)'s POV
It's so warm, and good, and ... safe. I don't ever want to leave this, but a lingering thought urges me to let go.
"So, the rest of the class has to know I'm in here. How much do they know?" I ask nervous for the answer. The two give each other a look – not a good sign. Fuck. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"You spent a long time wandering through that maze; most if not all of the class was finished by the time you first saw Shinso. And as usual, there were cameras – video and audio." Tokoyami reluctantly explains, talking slow and hoping to keep me calm. I can tell that if I wasn't smiling right now, the rest of my expression would look horrified beyond belief.
"Fantastic! The whole class knows that I'm a delusional, suicidal psychopath now. Whelp, I have officially accepted my future as a high school dropout! See ya!"
"Nooooooooooo," they say simultaneously with a gaze that forces me to stay in bed.
"What? I'm just joking around. I just ... don't want to deal with my classmates. My classmates! Wait, where's Shinso right now? I don't know what I said or what I did, but I'm sure it was bad and he was right in front of me for the entire time. Dammit, why do I keep screwing everything up? He hates me now; I know it. He'll never want to look at me again. I'll never get to see his eyes, and I was so close too. I deserve this, don't I?"
"Woah, woah, slow down. He doesn't hate you, I can promise you that," Tokoyami says.
"Bullshit, stop screwing with my non-existent feelings. How would you know that?" I snap. Something between a smirk and a sneer crosses my face as I await his response.
"Because he was worried about you ... and he's standing behind the curtain."
I feel the warmth fall from my face at that statement. Are you telling me he heard our entire conversation – if he didn't think I was crazy before, he certainly does now. I turn my head to see a hand slowly pull back the curtain revealing Shinso who's wearing an expression I can't determine.
I feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as my heartbeat quickens beneath my ribs. My lungs feel constricted, and before I have the chance to say or do anything, the door slams open making me jump. Students of Class 2-A come flooding into the small room asking questions and causing the volume of the surrounding space to rise exponentially. My palms reflexively cover my ears.
The three boys around me notice my reaction and all move to remove my other classmates from the room. As I watch them all through the opening in the curtain, their humanities flake off their wooden skin – even Tokoyami and Shoji's – leaving behind puppets that scream undecipherably until my ears start ringing.
With the adrenaline and fear as energy, I hop out of bed and back into the wall behind me; I notice that the wall has a window leading to the outside. Despite the solid fire stabbing my abdomen, I climb out the window, close it behind me, and run shoeless from platform to platform until I reach the rooftop.
They're gone; they're all gone. Was it all a lie from the beginning? Was I that clueless, that weak, to fall for it all? I have nothing; I never had anything from the start, not even myself. So what do I do now?
The stinging catches my attention again, causing me to stumble and grip my side harshly. My gaze lowers to find my hand and the surrounding section of my hero costume soaked in blood. Maybe the world is trying to tell me something.
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A/N: Panic can cause you to make stupid decisions – I can confirm from personal experience. And like I said before, the aftermath is just as important as the event itself.
Word Count: 675
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FanfictionOne word: TRAUMA. In his second year at UA, (y/n) has managed to avoid exposing his painful past experiences to his peers, but that is going to change. (y/n) has grown rather close to one of his classmates, Shinso, and he is considering opening up a...
