Mental Beauty
He had to leave. He had to. He couldn't continue to watch. Shota would understand why he left. He has to. It was absurd.
Why did Shota have to be asleep?! Isn't he the teacher? Isn't he supposed to stop when people get a little touchy with each other?!
Izuku was starting to believe that everybody was against him.
Droplets of sweat fell to the old dirty tile floor. The intense breathing that emitted from the male was enough to make the school bathroom humid. He gripped his hair and felt like he was reliving the same horrible event.
The event of when Shoto kissed her cheek but accidentally ended kissing her mouth when F/n moved. At that moment he felt dizzy. He felt like bugs were crawling over his skin. Like he could peel off his skin until the vile insects left his body. And... and...
Ｗｈｙ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ ｓｔａｒｉｎｇ ａｔ ｈｉｍ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ?
Oh, Izuku felt his heart pang in furry and hurt. He swore he heard his heart shattered into a million pieces when he saw the tips of F/n ears turn red and her cheeks as well.
It was only a kiss, Izuku.
But he felt angry at Shoto as he also adorn a blush on his cheeks. The more he thought of Shoto, Izuku's nail dug deeper into his skull. He scratched and scratched and scratched.
And!
𝒪𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒹! 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉! 𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒹!
He wants to scream in pain. He hugged his stomach as he let the tears finally fall from his eyes. He hugged himself tighter and tighter in hopes that he would stop breathing. That the pain would go away.
He sobbed so loud that he was sure if someone were outside, they would be able to hear him.
"How could she? How could she? How could she? How could she? How could she? How could she? How could she?" Izuku let out a sob with a gasp, trying to catch his breath. He had to get rid of the problem. The problem of who made her kiss him.
He took loud deep breaths, hands gripping onto his jeans and then to his face. One, two, three, just like his mother taught him. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Just keep breathing, Izuku.
˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO ˙ǝǝɹɥʇ 'oʍʇ 'ǝuO
Just keep breathing...İ̵̠̠͈̬̺͚̥̈́̏͜z̷̦̜̩̳̆̂u̷̩͙̳͔̗͎͉̍̓̓̽͂̊͊k̴̨̿̈́u̵̧̝̜̥̇͋͒̿̈́͒.̴̠̜͕̗̤̤͔̑͗̍͆̉͂̂̈́̈́
ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇. ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇.ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇. ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇.ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇. ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇.ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇. ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇.ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇. ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ, ㄒ卄尺乇乇.ㄖ几乇, ㄒ山ㄖ–
He then remembered something. How could he forget?
Stupid Izuku.
His slender fingers reached into his jean pockets. Feeling the cold metal and sharp edges, Izuku eyed the box cutter that F/n had previously cut herself with. He sniffled as he stared at it. He then wiped his eyes with his other hand before pulling his sleeve up
His pinky finger traced the outline of the bumpy, reddish, and purplish scars. So, so many littered across his forearm, almost passing his elbow.
He sniffled again and pressed the blade to his soft skin. He could feel his skin sting as he slowly dug the blade deeper. Blood began pulling out of the open wound the further he dragged the blade.
He eyed the wound as blood began to slide down his arm. He didn't waste any time and redid the process several times until he was satisfied and the thought of Shoto kissing F/n was no longer in his mind.
He was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard the bathroom door open. He only realized he wasn't alone when he heard the faucet being turned on. He slowly opened the stall door, startling Katsuki from how quiet the green-haired was.
"The hell are you doing here loser." Katsuki asked and looked up to the mirror to see Izuku. He, however, felt something was wrong when he saw his childhood friend.
"Oh...hey, Kacchan." The blonde noticed the way Izuku slowly spoke. He sounded tired and looked mentally drained. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, he had dark bags underneath his eyes and looked so upset. Like he was mourning.
"Has class already started?" Izuku slurring said which didn't go unnoticed to the blonde, "Ah, I bet it has. Bye, Kacchan."
His ruby eyes watched as Izuku left the room. What's wrong with him? Katsuki was a little worried. Even in middle school it wasn't that bad.
But as his eyes traced over to the stall he exited from, he was disturbed as he saw a few droplets of blood staining the white tile floor.
It couldn't be, could it? The male looked away and soon left the restroom feeling disturbed.
Should he tell someone about this?
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𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬 | 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚
Fanfiction"All I've ever asked was to have your heart, but you refused to even let me in. I destroyed myself, I let you destroy me for you. I was there when you had no one else, I took care of you, did everything for you, ruined my life for you. So the least...
