The boys entered first, coming over to the bed. Kiri sat on a chair next to the bed, Katsu and Han stood at the side, and Denks was lying next to me.
"You ready?" Kiri asked.
"Of course not," I answered. Another knock was heard and Aizawa opened the door. This woman came in with an apron covered in paint. She was taller and a bit chubbier but she looked super strong too. She was wearing a large smile.
"Hi! You called for me, Mr. Nezu?" She had such a cheery voice.
"Yes. I wanted you to sketch out a person for me. This is Y/N and she will be explaining what that person looked like along with a story. This is strictly confidential." Her smile faded and looked at me, IVs coming out of the arms and hands and wires hooking me up to the monitors.
"Understood."
"This is Mrs. Yuno, Y/N. She is the art teacher here and she is married to another member of our faculty here."
"Ok. Hello."
"Hello dear." She sat down on a chair in front of the bed.
"Now, would you like to start?" She pulled a sketchbook out of her bag and made her finger a pencil.
"Sure." I sighed and took Denks' hand. "So, the night before I left, I was told I left during class and never came back. I woke up in the classroom. I have this... voice I guess, living in my head and it can control me when I'm asleep. Like my body is vacant for it. I guess that day it took control of me and hid me away from everyone. We talked on the roof and I eventually just needed to go into town. So I made a bubble and floated down from the roof. I didn't go shopping and I didn't have my phone. It was dropped at the school entrance when I was hugged." I could feel Han's guilt.
"Ok. What next?" Her voice was soft.
"Well, when I was walking, I bumped into this man." My eyes started to tear up.
"Take your time."
"His face was red and he smelled like alcohol. I apologized to him but he kept insisting."
"What did his face look like?"
"Um." I tried to remember. I squeezed Denks' hand. "He had a square face and smile lines. His hair was black, short, and had a slight wave to it."
"How far down did it go?" I used my finger and put it just below my hairline. "Ok. Carry on. What was his face shape and eye shape?"
"A square face and round-slimish eyes. He had bags under them. He also had a little mustache. But like it hasn't been shaved for 3 days."
"Scratchy?"
"Yeah. His nose was kind of squarish and his lips were thin."
"Ok. His eyebrows?"
"Kind of thick but very dark. And they were perfectly shaped, as far as I could tell."
"Skin color?" Her other finger turned into a colored pencil. Starting white.
"Tan. Like very tan. I don't think he was from here originally. But he spoke very well. I don't mean to be rude."
"Oh, it's alright."
"I think that's it."
"Ok. Is this him?" She showed me a picture of him. It looked exactly like him. Exactly. Like. Him. I started shaking. "I will take that as a yes. Aizawa, take this to the police department please." He just nodded.
"Stay strong kid." He left, shutting the door behind him.
"Ok."
"If you don't mind, finishing the story Y/N." Nezu was pushing me to finish.
"Um. He called me cute and I apologized and started walking away. He called me back for a proper apology and I bowed and said it once again. He touched my face-"
"He what?" Bakugo was getting mad.
"And tilted my head to face him. He blew some kind of powder in my face which made me physically weak and it blocked my quirk. I tried walking away but he grabbed my arm and dragged me into an alley. My body felt like jelly but I tried to push him off anyway. 30 minutes went by and I finally walked to Kaminari's room where I am staying temporarily. And that's it." I didn't realize I was crying.
"Thank you Y/N. And boys, how did she seem to be afterward?"
"Distant. She was nonverbal for a while."
"Nonverbal?"
"Like she wasn't speaking due to trauma."
"Oh. Ok. Well, that is all. I will go to my office and discuss what we should do. Thank you Mrs. Yuno. Your wife has been waiting outside for you for a while. She is incredibly hungry."
"Oh. Thank you Principal Nezu. Goodbye Y/N. Nice to meet you. And we will catch this guy." She left and I heard her wife extremely happy.
"Ok. Y/N, we cannot let you out for another week. And boys, we will have to have you all move in and share a room with her. Is that alright?
"Fine with us," Han said, quickly. The others nodded.
"Delightful. I will now head back. You boys may stay here until next period."
"Goodbye, sir." Kiri bowed. He left the room and the guys just kinda stared. I started sobbing and they all except for Katsu, crawled onto the bed and hugged me. I clung onto them as if they were all I had left. They are all I have left.
"We will get you through this." I just nodded, unable to speak through the sobs. They were all quiet for a while, just holding me. Katsu was still standing.
"So, may I ask a question?" Katsu said. "Or, rather an action." I just nodded. "Let me see your body. I don't mean it in that way but I need to see how much you've done."
"Bakugo! Did you not hear her fucking story?!" Denks said, speaking up. I held my hand up.
"You guys have to pull up my shirt. I have the wires on, remember?" I showed my arms. They all nodded. Kri took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it gently. Han undid the bandages. My torso was cut up and was a completely different color from my actual skin. Recovery girl healed me. The cuts were white. They. Were. White.
"Prepare for hell, Y/N."
Why is the voice back now?
A/N
Imma disappear for another week then I'll try to do the next chapter.
High School sucks.
Don't get old kids
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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...
