"Bye Y/N! Have a good day at school!" My mom waved bye to me as I headed off to my first day at UA. Guess I'll introduce myself. Hi. My name is Y/N. My quirk is bubble. I can protect myself with bubbles or crush things inside of them.
"Bye, mom!" I gave her a smile. Something I need you to know. I'm not happy. I'm very depressed. I try not to show it. Especially to my mom. Oh, why you ask? Well, my dad died recently. He was the one person who loved me for who I was. My mom loves me, yeah. But she always tells me to work out or eat healthier or eat less. My dad encouraged me to do me. And now that he's gone, I don't know what to do. I'm bullied at school cause Im fat, or I look weird, or even because I don't have my dad to protect me anymore. And worse, one of the kids that used to pick on my is going to UA. Im walking and I see him walking right in front of me. I take a different route to avoid him. Then I see another bully of mine walking the same route. I have to walk in one or the other. I decided to walk with the one I had now. I walked slowly and quietly. We both were going to UA?
"Well well well." Behind me was one of his followers. "Look what we have here." My bully turned around. "Hey, Monoma. Look who we found!" They grabbed me by the upper arm and he started approaching me. Neito Monoma, always shit on other people.
"Just leave me alone. I'm trying to get to school."
"No can do." Monoma approached me. I made a bubble and the boy's hand let go of me. "Aw, you gonna run away? Oh. I forgot. You're too fat to run away." I put on a tough face but Im pretty sensitive so I started to shake a little.
"Goodbye, Monoma."
"See you later." I walked off in my bubble and after a few steps, I started running. A single tear rolled down my face. I ran until I got to UA. I was standing at the gate entrance. It was huge. I walked in.
"Hey!"I turned around and saw Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki was an unkind and abusive soul who hates everyone. I ignored him and walked inside. "Im talking to you fatass." I kept walking, gradually picking up speed until I was inside. I tried to find my classroom. When I got there, there were like 3 people there. I walked to the front and picked a seat. I sat down and hung my bag at the side of the desk, opening it to get my headphones. I opened the case and took them out. These were the last thing I got from my dad before he passed away. I set them on my desk carefully and looked for my phone in my bag. "Thought you could get away, huh?"
"What do you want?" I looked up and he was holding my headphones. "Bakugo. Put those down."
"Or what? You gonna cry?"
"Give them back!" I yelled. The other kids looked at us.
"Scary. Maybe put some makeup on and shave that mustache. It'll help."
"Just give them back. I need them."
"Ok. Here." He held them out to me. I reached to grab them. But it was Bakugo. And I was foolish. He blew them up, chunks flying everywhere. I just stared. He dumped the leftover pieces on my desk and walked to the seat behind me. Tears started flowing.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I turned around and started shouting. Scream shouting.
"What? They were just some stupid headphones."
"That was the LAST FUCKING THING MY DAD GAVE ME BEFORE HE DIED!"
"So what?!" I was surprised. I knew he was heartless but not that heartless.
"And I thought you had some good in you. I was so fucking stupid. Stay the fuck away from me." I grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom to the girl's bathroom. I shut the door and just started sobbing. That was the last thing he gave me and now it was gone. I stayed in the bathroom for a long time. Until I heard the door open.
"Hello?" A girl's voice came from the door. It was soft and kind. "Is the girl from class 1-A in here?" I didn't respond but tried to silence my crying and sniffles. Not enough apparently. She approached my stall. "I saw what happened in that classroom. I'm sorry about the headphones."
"It's fine." I sniffled.
"We can see if the support class can fix it."
"You saw it. It can't be fixed."
"Maybe-" I swung the door open.
"You are nice and all but can I be left alone? Please? I just lost the one object I truly care about."
"Im sorry. Of course. Class is going to start soon."
"Ok thank you..."
"Ochako Uraraka."
"Y/n. Just Y/N"
"Ok. Bye Y/N."
"Bye Uraraka." I shut the stall again and I heard her leave the bathroom. I didn't even realize I was gripping my thigh. My nails were digging into my skin and I had small cuts from them. I didn't realize it though... I reached into the pencil pouch in my bag and grabbed my paper cutter. I extended the blade. I held the blade just above my wrist. I then cut. Not deep but a long cut. From one side of my wrist all the way to the other. It hurt for a moment but then It was like a cloud was lifted. Again, only for a moment. I wanted to do it again but the warning bell rang. "Shit," I muttered. I put the blade back in my bag and opened the stall quickly. I rinsed my wrist off in the sink and grabbed a paper towel to put pressure on it. It stopped quickly and I went back to class. My seat was still open but Bakugo was sitting directly behind it. When I walked in the room got quiet. I walked to my seat and just sat there. Not moving, hardly breathing. Not looking at anyone. Nothing.
"Hey Y/N-" Uraraka approached me before someone entered in a yellow sleeping bag. All the students went to their seats. We listened to his lecture and then we went to the changing rooms to change into our training attire. I started to take my shirt off before I saw the cut on my wrist. And the outfit was a short sleeve too. I can't go out like this. I redressed and went outside to Mr. Aizawa.
"What?"
"I don't feel good. Could I just sit out?"
"If you throw the ball." He handed me a ball and gestured to the circle. I created a bubble around the ball and threw it hard. It kinda floated for a little before finally falling. 638 meters.
"You may go."
"Thank you." He wrote me a pass to the nurse's office. I wasn't going to go there. I walked past Bakugo, not looking at him and he slightly brushed my shoulders.
"Watch where you're going freak!" I didn't respond and kept walking. I walked to the roof and just sat there. Just sat at the edge, watching my classmates. I reached into my bag again and pulled out the knife. My blood dried on it from earlier. I lifted my sleeve once more and cut again. And again and again and again. Until I snapped out of it, there were 13 more cuts. I was bleeding onto my skirt and the blood was dripping toward the field my classmates were on. I got up quickly and ran through the roof doors to the bathroom to clean it and stop the bleeding. I ran it underwater. I watched the blood, like red paint, swirl into the drain. I turned off the water and grabbed a paper towel for some pressure. Then the bell rang. I threw away the towel quickly and headed to the cafeteria. I grabbed some food and sat down at an empty table. I just sat there, eating my rice.
"Slow down fatass. No wonder your thighs are so pudgy." Monoma walked up behind me.
"Not now Monoma."
"Not now? It's always a good time. He brushed my wrist.
"Ow-"
"I didn't do anything- Wait, are you actually self-harming now?" He said it so loud. Everyone looked.
"No!"
"She's trying to kill herself, everyone! A student from class 1-A is trying to kill-" He was hit. This girl had a huge hand.
"I'm so sorry. I'll go now." She dragged him away.
"Y/N?" I turned around and saw-
A/N
Ok this is it cause it is 5 am now night night
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MHA X Depressed Reader
RandomY/N has always been bullied for many things. Her height, the way she looks, the way she acts, the way she speaks and sounds. But most of all, her dad died. People would rub it in her face that they had dads and she didn't. Little did they know it wo...
