Monster (izuocha)

Seriously...this was my test??

"GET OUT!" She screamed as I slammed the door shut. "WHY THE HELL WOULDN'T YOU KNOCK?!"

"WHY THE HELL WOULDN'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR?!" I retorted.

"BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D GORMLESSLY WALK THROUGH MY DOOR WITHOUT KNOCKING!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and waited for her to get dressed. Honestly, how can she be mad at me when she didn't even lock her door in the first place?!

Honestly, I've not even started UA and I already hate the class!!

Wait...what?

My vision went blurry, my ears began to ring and I couldn't tell if I was stood still or spinning around in circles. It was an odd mix of a migraine and deja vu. Not a good mix if you ask me.

I don't...I don't attend UA. I don't intend to attend UA.

Right...

My hand slowly pushed open the door to reveal Ochako angrily throwing a hoodie over her head. A green and black hoodie. I recognise that hoodie...that's my hoodie.

"That's my hoodie." I mumbled like an idiot, getting her attention.

She looked down, gripping the ends of the fabric before raising to meet my gaze once more.

"Do you...want it back?" She asked slowly, clearly not wanting to give it up.

I had no use for it so I honestly didn't care.

"No it's fine you...you look good in it so you should keep it."

She sighed and looked away, her body language practically screaming at me that she wanted me to leave. Or to die...one of the two at least.

I wasn't that good at reading people.

"Why are you here, Izuku?" She finally asked, still not meeting my eyes.

I swallowed thickly, still unable to get that damn fogginess out of my head.

"I don't know." I was telling the truth. In all honesty, I have no clue why I came here.

It just felt right.

She sighed, clearly not happy with my lack of a better answer.

"Well if you want your stuff you can take it, I was just gonna throw it out or donate the clothes." She stepped away from the door allowing me inside.

Looking around the room-our room I guess- I felt a sort of...familiarity. That kind of feeling you have when you get home after a long day.

I watched as Ochako sat down on the bed, the slight creak being the only sound to break that agonising silence that kept enveloping us.

Not knowing what else to do, I followed in suit, making sure I was sat far enough away that it wouldn't feel weird.

I let my eyes wander the room. I took in the grey walls, the wooden flooring, the cupboards, draws, desk, window. They all seemed so domestic. So simple. So normal. So...comfortable. They were heaven compared to the darkness I knew, the darkness in which I thrived in. And yet for some reason, I found myself yearning for this simplicity. I didn't want to do it anymore. I was sick of it all- the darkness, the hurt, the blood, the death.

There was so much blood.

Every time I looked down at my hands I could see the red that stained my skin, but my mind kept going back to that vivid memory. For once, the blood on my hands belonged to me.