𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 ; SHINDEKU

𝟏𝟑

“How have you been?” Kirishima asked, sitting next to his now fiance. It was a little unsettling seeing people you met in the beginning of highshcool, all of a sudden, be so old. 

I felt unusually jealous, as I stared at them. They had it all from the beginning, the perfect match. 

“I’m fine.” I answered his query, half-assed. 

I stood up from the couch, feeling like I had to move. I walked outside the room, into the kitchen. 

I stared at the table, seeing dust pile up. It was a small kitchen, but it was more than functional. 

“Hey can you hand me that?”

“What?” I turned to look at him. Class had just been started, our teacher taking a little time to reach the class, though, so free-time was much appreciated by the loud kids behind us.

“I dropped my pen, and I’m trying to reach it, but I can’t.” He smiled, reaching for it more, even after asking me. 

“Hey guys, so like, is he coming back, or is he just leaving us here.”

“Hey, Kaminari, can you hand me this pen, please?”

“You asked him.” He pointed to me. 

He sighed, and stood up, walking around his desk, to reach for the pencil. I put my foot on it, rolled it under my desk, and reached under for it, grabbing it.

He smiled, and scoffed, but politely, almost. “I was going to get it.” I said. 

He sat down with a huff, staring at the utensil. 

“Can I please have my pencil back?” He asked, smiling, looking between me and the pencil.

“Sure.” I handed it to him. 

“Sit down, class, I’m not in the mood.” The teacher entered.

“Hey, he’s in the bedroom still.” I was pulled from the memory, Uraraka standing there in the kitchen with me, staring at me.

“You okay?” She asked, furrowing her brows in concern. 

“Yeah.” I said. “I need to go grocery shopping.”

“How’s your dad?” She asked, deciding on small-talk.

“He’s fine, they went back to visit their family last month, they’ll be back in around a month, I’m sure.” I said, feeding her interest in my family, even if it was just polite.
“Oh, well, that’s good.” She smiled. I sighed and looked up at her.

“Is he okay?” I asked.

Her smile dropped slowly, as she looked down at the tile. 

She shook her head. “No.” 

I walked out of the kitchen, and through the living room, down the hallway, my footsteps shaking my body as I walked. Pushing the bedroom door open, I saw Izuku sitting on the bed, staring at a photo. 

“Hey, we’re gonna go, call me if you need anything, please.” Ochako said from the other side of the hallway.  I nodded.

Izuku sat still, mindlessly staring at the photo, his lips were sealed tightly, as his brows turned upwards gently. He was crying.

He looked over me.

He bit his bottom lip, sniffling quietly, as if to hide from me. I walked towards him calmly, not wanting to upset him further. 

His eyes fell tired looking, the purple hues painted underneath them told me he was exhausted. His hair was matted, only being wet, not washed, in the past week. 

His clothes were reused and dirty. He had bruises from unidentified sources, and rashes from the clothes. 

I wanted to hug him, or something, something to make him feel okay or even slightly better. 

His lips parted as he let himself through, tears streaming down his face.

“It hurts.” He breathed out hoarsely. 
His fingers pushed onto the edges of the crumpled photo, staring at it intently, his vision blurry with water.

“So bad.” He muttered. 

I grabbed the photo slowly, and removed it from his grasp, folding it into my palm and sitting beside him.

“You look so tired.” I whispered on his shoulder.

His chest expanded and shrunk with his sobs, each wail louder than the last. He turned towards me, burying himself in my shirt, feeling it become damp with his cries.

“I feel so disgusting.” He muttered in between sobs. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer and tightly to me. 

“Let’s go take a bath or a shower.”

“I can’t.” He spoke. “I don’t have the energy to bathe.”

“That’s okay.” I reassured him. “Just lie here.”

“With you.”

“With me.”