FML!!! (A Denki Angst Fic 🥱) (Re-Write)

Chapter 2

   The walk to school was always calming. It was the calming down after whatever hell my family decided to put me through. The music in my headphone flowed through my head, whisking me away with hopeless romantic songs, daydreaming about someday finding someone to obsess over, or find someone who'd obsess over me. Just.. anything that would give me purpose. The feeling of being wanted. I kept crying to the upbeat songs, contrasting my emotions as I felt the fabricated daydreams crumble at the overbearing feeling of my life. I walked to the bpm of the fast-paced songs I listened to, trying to calm down as I sniffled and wiped the snot from my nose, tears still helplessly trickling down my cheeks. As I approached the school after the brisk 25 minute walk, I felt a sense of dread come over me once again. Having to put up with the another day, pretending like my life wasn't hell. I started to walk slower, my bloodshot eyes, red cheek, and bleeding nose still prominent. I looked around at the fellow students walking around me. I kept my head down before taking a sharp turn, going into a small entrance nobody knew of.
   I walked in, being met with a dimly lit, eerie hallway. The red paint chosen for the stairs didn't help either. I walked up the stairs, the muffled chatter of the arriving students beginning to fill the halls. This stairwell looked abandoned, nobody ever being in it as far as I knew. I walked up to a door that had no door handle on the other side. A small paper curtain covered whatever hud in this desolate stairwell. I picked the curtain up, peeking through the crack I'd made in it to see if there were any nearby students. Nobody. Thank god. He opened the door, thankfully it couldn't only open from this side, before walking out into yet another empty hallway, this time well-lit, as it was a place students would occasionally pass through. I turned into the bathroom that stood right next to this door in this hallway that nobody used. It was my perfect haven for school days.
   I felt the iron-y taste on my lips start invading my mouth, making me cringe. I hated the taste of blood, even though it was something I tasted often. I stood in the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. The empty stalls brought me some relief. I would be able to clean myself up for the day. I stood in front of the bathroom sink, staring at my bloody and beaten face, a braid already starting to form where mom had slapped me. I grabbed the cheap tissues provided by the school to clean your hands after washing them, using it to wipe the blood off of my mouth. It had run all the way down to my chin. My nose still hurt like a bitch, and it probably wouldn't go away from awhile. It still made tears prick at my eyes. I balled up a piece of the tissue, shoving it up one nostril to try and actively stop the bleeding. Thank god I told the 'Baku squad' that I had a tendency for nose bleeds, otherwise it would be a concern for them. I slung my backpack off of one of my shoulders, letting it fall forward to hug my chest. I opened it, rummaging through a hidden pocket. My concealer. It was about to be out, but hopefully it was enough to cover up the bruises on my cheek. I pulled out some blush and foundation too, just to make sure it would look as natural as possible. I started going at it, applying everything to make sure I didn't look like I was trying to hide something. Eventually, I finished up. A small bit of my red, irritated cheek could definitely still be seen, the things I needed the most running out as I used them. But, it didn't matter. I stuffed everything back into my backpack. Should I become a makeup artist? I think I'd do pretty good.
   I found myself walking out of the bathroom just in time, giving me enough time to walk to my home room class. As I walked towards the bathroom door, I heard a stall open. Fuck. My head swung back and before I knew it, a tall guy peeled out of the stall. He had large, sticking up hair, almost like he'd been electrocuted. It was an ashy purple. I found myself making eye contact with his tired eyes, heavy bags hanging below them. I took a second to take in his appearance. Fucking damnit, he was hot. We both stood, staring at each other like deers caught in headlights. Except, I was the deer and he was just— confused. I wanted to say something, anything, but I found myself opening my mouth, only for nothing to tumble out. I kept letting my eyes wander around his face. His jawline.. tired-of-everything-and-everyone expression. I think I'm developing a bit of a crush. A fat one too. In the men's bathroom that I thought was empty. Goody gumdrops. After another minute of staring at eachother, he finally broke the silence.
   "So.. what brings you here?" He asked, rocking back and forth on his feels. God fucking damnit, even his voice is cute. Whatever, I'll deal with it later.
    "...'m just... fixing myself up.." I responded. God I sounded like a nervous wreck, putting my hands in my pockets as I leaned against the doorframe. What was I doing!? And why am I doing it!?
   "Ooookay... well.. me too" He nodded slowly, as if trying to tell me to shut up about this whole situation and not tell anyone. If anything I'm the one who should be insinuating that. Not him. I paused, slowly nodding along with him. I got it. I was just.. cool like that.
   "Yeah.." I trailed off, slowly walking out of the bathroom door. This was our thing.. if I understood what he was trying to imply. I walked out, the door swinging shut behind me, eventually swinging to a halt. I quickly began my way to my class, that.. what, three minute conversation being just enough for the bell to ring, marking me and, probably, mystery boy, late. I speed-walked to my class, tissue shoved up my nose, a splotch of red skin on my cheek. Ughhhegsgwg. I watched as the other kids also hurried to their classes, not wanting to be late in this prestigious school. I walked up to the 1A classroom door, putting my hand on the door knob. I looked up and through the window in the door. Nobody had noticed my presence yet. I looked at my empty chair aún the sea of my classmates. They looked so.. calm. The class looked a lot calmer without me there. Hmm..
   I noticed Aizawa had paused his lecture, simply staring at me, prompting the rest of the class to follow suit. Fuck me dude, all eyes on me. I put a pause on my internal monologue, going to open the door. I quickly entered.
"Heyy.. Um— Sorry I'm late" I apologized awkwardly, going to quickly take my seat. Aizawa shrugged, going on with the lecture. The class watched me take my walk of shame to my seat, plopping down. Did I look weird? Did they know about everything that's been happening? About my encounter with that... boy..? Ugh, god, I wish I knew what went through everyone's mind. But, I could only hope they only thought the best of me. I stared up at Aizawa, who gave me the occasional glance. I felt a hand roughly slam down on my shoulder. I shot my glance to whoever's..pink hand was on my shoulder. Pink? Oh, Mina! I flinched a bit as she put her hand on my shoulder, startling me.
   "Hey Mina!" I greeted, a bright smile on my face. I reached my hand out in a high-five manner. She ignored it.
   "What's with you being late!? Did something happen? Did you go on a date with a cute girl before class?" She teased, shaking me by my shoulder. I groaned playfully as Mina shook me. Why did she want to know?
   "Nothing! No— I just.., overslept" I excused. That should be good enough. Not really leaving any room for her to press on further.., but u mean, it was Mina, of course her nosy ass would press on.
   "Why! Cause you stayed up all night talking to a giiirrrrl?" She shook his shoulder again, cheeky smile on her face. Why me? Why a girl? I mean, it's not like I don't like girls.. which I do.. kind of. But— who says I wouldn't end up with a dude? I've known Mina for about a year. Not too long, but just enough for her to think I was a cis dude, as she met me when my 'journey into becoming a man' had started taking effect. Eugh.. that sounds so.. essay-y.
   "No, Mina, I was tired so I slept in for a bit more! I kept hitting snooze" I brushed off, not amused by her antics.
   "Mmmmhmmmm" God was she sassy. She took her hand off my shoulder, crossing her arms as she eyed me with suspicion.
   "Get a life, girl.." I teased, playfully elbowing her. Before she could retort to my elbow shove, Aizawa started walking around, handing out boooring worksheets so he could finally get some shut eye. When handed me mine, he placed a post-it note down on my desk too. Huh?

                          Meet me after class. I
                            have to talk to you,
                                    Kaminari.

   Fuuuuck. My. Life. Holy shit.

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A/N
Wow okay so I'm actually doing this, full on chapters! Applaud me 😓
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