Silent Hero

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Katsuki slammed his dorm door closed behind himself. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He panted heavily, and he was sure it wasn't because he had just ran across campus. He ran a lot, and often, so he knew that distance wouldn't have worn him down so much like this. He wiped his face harshly, trying to rid himself of the tears that fell. He kept wiping so harshly with his blazer that it was starting to make his skin red. His breath hitched as he tried his best to contain his emotions and his crying. He made sure the door locked behind himself before heading over to his bed.

He flopped down into the safety of his bed. his phone kept going off, he assumed it was Kirishima asking why he wasn't in class. By the time he had reached the dorms, the bell for lunch being over had rang. He didn't blame the redhead for being worried. He never skipped classes before. He didn't want to be around any of them though, not right now. He threw his phone across the room, listening to it hit the wall and fall to the floor with a soft thud. He buried his face into his pillow, curling up against the wall his bed is against.

Katsuki was so tired of this. Why couldn't he control his voice? He didn't know why he bothered even speaking anyways. People complained he was too loud, or they focused too much on the volume so they didn't even listen anyways. After about twenty minutes he felt numb again. He slowly pulled himself off the bed and changed into something more comfortable. He just flopped back onto the best again and curled up. Kat rubbed his throat, over and over again. His rough skin of his hands made the spot red. It was an unconscious thing, honestly.

His phone was finally quiet too. The room was quiet, and dim. Though, sunlight still came through the windows enough that it wasn't entirely dark like he wished it would've been. Nighttime was always easier for him to handle. It's complete silence, and not having to worry about people bothering him at all. He scratched at his arm, over and over again. His eyes just staring across the room as he zoned out completely. The words of everyone around him burning deep into him. He hated it. He wished he wasn't like this.

Maybe then people would actually believe he could become a hero.

Katsuki cursed as he felt the burn of his arm. He blinked and looked at it. The skin was a beating red. It was spotted with crimson, his blood. Some spots were deeper than others, but not all. He sighed softly and sat up. It wasn't like Kat was a stranger to self-harm at this point. However, he has never actually harmed his skin like this. Usually, he just refused to eat or excerised until he collapsed. This was the first time he had harmed his outer. Apart of him wanted to do it more. Maybe, if he did it for every time someone told him he was being to loud. Maybe then he'd finally learn to be quiet. It wouldn't hurt trying, right?

Kat slipped off his bed and pulled the first aid kit he kept under his bed. He pulled the sweat pants he wore off then plopped onto the floor. He just sat in a T-shirt and boxers now. He grabbed the box cutter he kept for projects off his desk. He couldn't decide if this was a good or a bad idea anymore, but he just wanted something to work. He desperately wanted something to stick in his stupid brain. So, he got started.