He moves between me and Kirishima, never once letting go of my hand. "Is he hurting you?" he asks me. "Has he hurt you?"
I bit my lip and stare down at my feet. "No."
"Are you sure? Why are you upset?" He turns to look at me and grips my shoulders tightly. "What's wrong, tell me. Please."
"Nothing...nothing's wrong. It's fine. Let's just go."
He stares at me for a moment and then nods. He lets go. We both look up. Kirishima is gone.
I stare down at my feet and numbly let him lead me downstairs where everyone is having breakfast. I don't look up. I can't look up. I can't see their faces.
Then he takes me to the classroom. Aizawa Sensei is there. Aizawa Sensei greets us as unenthusiastically as usual. Everything is so normal.
Aizawa Sensei is talking. I can't hear Aizawa Sensei. The moment he lets go of my hand and leaves me at the desk I start to tremble uncontrollably. Nobody reacts because this is normal. Me shaking with apparent rage is normal. Everything is normal.
I have to go to sleep. I have to wake up. I have to go to sleep. I have to wake up.
I start to pound my head into the desk hoping to knock myself into unconsciousness. Still, I get little more than a few funny looks and a sigh from Aizawa Sensei's part. I scream through the blood streaming down my face, but who knows what I'm saying.
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