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

Chapter 4

"...You good?" I heard the mystery boy question, eyebrows furrowed as his face twisted in concern. He peeked out of the same stall, this time eating a sandwich. I sniffled, staying silent for a second.
"..Could be better" I shrugged. God, at the worst times this absolutely stunning man had to show up. Well.., not really stunning, but I thought he was cute. I think? I dunno, today's crazy.
"You wanna... talk about it?" He asked, liking very awkward and nervous as he spoke. He held on to the stall door, just barely peeking out. I blushed a bit out of embarrassment. I stayed silent, wiping some tears from my face. My sleeve was a mess now, a combination of blood, tears, and makeup. Dark grey, red, and peach colors smearing in together into whatever ugly color it decided to create.
"Not really" I admitted, staring up at the boy. He still stood across the bathroom from me, both of us still speaking low. The reverb the empty bathroom gave us helped us talk from so far. He stepped a bit more out of his bathroom stall.
"You sure?" He question, tilting his head. He was nice too!? God, what didn't this man have?? Next thing I know he's probably gonna be all mights dad!
"...No" God, this was so awkward. I mean.. I wasn't sure. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Come out and talk about everything that's been happening at home, or close everyone off? Probably the second. But.. I did want to get to know him. Maybe. We both stared at eachother from the opposite sides of the room. He sighed, walking out of the bathroom stall and over to me. I felt my heart pumping. From both anxiety and.. I don't know! Butterflies?? Maybe, ugh, feelings are so confusing today! He came and sat down by the door next to me. We weren't making any contact, but he was close enough to lean on me. What a weird way to describe it.
"Talk to me" He glanced over to me, eyes sympathetic and understanding in comparison to the tired and bothered eyes he'd shown me earlier.
"Well..." I trailed off, not knowing if I wanted to talk to him about this. I felt tears continue to trickle down my cheeks. This was my second time meeting with this guy, first time I was somewhat swooning over him, the second time I was about to vent to him!? What the hell is going on..
"Unless you don't want to" He chimed in, holding sympathy for me. Wow. This is.. the first time in awhile someone's actually cared about me. I think. And this was a dude I'd just met!
"No, no.. I really should tell somebody.." Well.. this was happening now. I feel better telling a student rather than a teacher. Even though I didn't know him at all.. eh, who cares.
"What's going on?" He questioned me, shuffling a bit closer. That hit me right in the heart.. he was so sweet oh my god.
"Well.. Aizawa wanted to uh.. talk with me and he was asking all these questions about why I was late and.." I felt more tears fall down my face. I blinked, eyes watery and bloodshot. At least, I assumed. He looked to be listening very closely, knees hugging his chest, elbows resting on his knees. He had his head turned to me.
"I... he was asking about me being late and.. I've been late cause of my family." It felt like I was at the top of a rollercoaster, about to approach the rapidly falling cart as it went down and crashed, making my life hell. But.. I didn't care at this point. I had to tell somebody. It would be hard, I knew that. But I had to.
"What's up with your family?" He asked, furrowing his brows in concern. Here goes nothing.. no. Here goes everything.
"They.. they've been terrible. I— ever since I came out to them," Was this real? Was what I was saying.. real? Was I really saying all of this to a stranger? Can I even trust this dude? What if he used this to tell a teacher and tell my parents and get me absolutely wrecked!?
"How so?" He pressed on, face full of concern. Cute concern at least. Damnit.
"Well... they.." I felt my heart slid let sink down again, throat closing up and begging me not to speak again. More tears fell down my face. I brought my sleeve up to wipe more tears. The world closed in on me. I felt like the whole word was watching me, hanging on every word I spoke. I knew this would change my future. Hopefully for the better, but probably for the worse. The world spun, crowds and crowds of people gathering around, a spotlight on me as I was hoisted onto a pedestal to talk, my family behind me ready to beat me to a pulp. I took in a deep breath, well, a shaky breath. I was ready. Right?
"They've been.. really annoying. They always talk over me and- I don't know I just.. feel like I'm being walked all over."
I wasn't. I wasn't ready for any of this. That was,, partially the truth. Yeah it was still a shitty situation for me to 'be in', but it wasn't the full truth. I felt dumb. Like I made a huge deal out of this, the imaginary crowd watching me walking out, not satisfied. Like me. I wasn't satisfied with what Inc just admitted. I wish I spoke what was on my mind, but I wanted to live. Not really, but that's all for another chapter.
"Awh.. I feel you man. That sucks.." He sighed, leaning his head against the door behind them.
   "Listen.. if you ever want to talk, I'm here." He glanced at me, a friendly smile on his face. Oh. My. God. I was internally panicking, watching as he reached his hand out towards me.
   "Shinso" He was asking for.. a handshake? And his name was Shinso?
   "Kaminari" I took his hand, shaking it firmly. God- was that too hard? Too soft? To fast? I felt his firm grip on my hand, so I tried to match it in the five second handshake. We quickly retreated hands. I sniffled, resting my hand on my lap. His hand felt cold, almost icy in a way.
   I looked up at the ceiling before noticing the clock in the bathroom, hung up so that everyone could see it. Fuck. Lunch was 10 minutes away from being over. What would everyone say? Would Aizawa tell anyone about what happened?? Is he still calling my parents. Hundreds of worries and questions ran through my mind. I bit my cheek, a way of saying 'get yourself together'. I looked over at Shinso.
   "I uh.. I should get going." I spoke, words mushing together in my mumble. He looked a little disappointed.
   "Yeah.. lunch is almost over anyways." He shrugged, getting up and brushing off his pants. I also got up, glancing back at the bathroom door we were just sat against.
   "Alright... I'll see you later?" I turned my head back to him from the door. I slipped my hands into my pockets, starting to rock back and forth on my heels.
   "Yeah.. see you later" He replied, smiling. He looked cute when he smiled. It was surprising he would be so comforting. I mean.., with the way he looks I thought he'd be this tough dude who gives no shits about anyone or anything. But no! He's just.. some nice loner kid. I could get used to seeing him in this desolate bathroom.., only if he didn't see me covering up whatever injuries I decided to carry from home.
   I put my hand on the bathrooms pull-handle, swiftly opening it. Not too much, just enough so I could slip through without being too obvious. I looked back at him as he walked back to his designated stall at the end of the long bathroom. Why did nobody use this bathroom anyway? I shimmied out, now standing in the corner of the hallway where the bathroom was. A few feet away from the corner, hugging the walls were the two doors. One to the bathroom and one to the staircase I used almost every morning. How much longer was there? 6 minutes. Okay... wow, I've gotta get going. Well... there's only so little left of lunch anyways. I'm not gonna get any food either way, just go home and make myself some frozen food (If my family lets me). Whatever.., it's not like I can't pick up some food on my way home and hide it in my backpack. I started to slowly walk out of the hallway. I'll just go to my next class as slow as I can. As I'm walking I start seeing students boil up, flashy hair colors and physical mutations, multiple limbs in some cases, strange fur or feathers in others. This place had its diversity. Diverse enough for my neon yellow hair and black stripe of lightning to blend right in with the already strange crowd. I saw small cliques of 2-5 friends standing in the edges of the hallways. Students walking past me, kids laughing at jokes or videos on their phones. I sighed, knowing that, for now, I stuck out as a kid walking around, nobody to accompany me. It's not like I didn't have anyone to hang out with. Just.., not in this moment. I found myself stuck behind a large group of friends. They walked slow. Too slow. And took up the whole hallway. Ughhfhfhh. I managed to slip past them and get back on track with heading to my next class. We would be fighting/training/whatever's happening today. Just plain old boring served on a silver platter. A mediocre one at best.
   I was thankful for this education, of course. But I would be more attentive in any other case. Not the one right now, the constant torment of insecurity and abuse over my shoulder. If I was in a normal family with normal people who loved me normally (a/n: will wood??? omg?????) , I'd be a straight A student. I had the capability and I knew it. I just.. didn't have the mental capacity to do anything. I heard the bell ring, the precious 6 minutes of time left in this lunch period up. I was in the perfect scenario, I would make it to whatever arena we'd be in today just in time with everyone else. Timing? Perfect. Seeing my little group of friends? Not so much. Seeing Aizawa? Even worse. Doing work??? Absolute hell. I tried not to think about whatever consequences I would need to face when I arrived, pushing them far into the back of my mind. I looked down at my nearly dead phone. Swinging my backpack around my shoulder and reaching in, I grabbed a charger. I shoved it into my phone, putting it in my pocket and the other end of the charger in my mouth. Sometimes these uncontrollable powers were useful. Maybe this would all turn out fine. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket as it charged. Who would be texting me? I barely text people! Just kind of responding with stupid gifs and emojis. I flipped it open and stared at the screen.

Dad
  where are you??

   Dad!? My dad of all people? My drunk, asshole, lazy dad who did nothing all day but lay around, texting me? This couldn't be good. It was never good. My mind immediately flashed back to the email Aizawa threatened to send earlier. That was probably it. That was the only reasonable thing he could be texting me about? But why did he want to know where I was? Ugh, this sucks ass. Could he be more ominous? It'd take me 2,001 years to figure out what he meant with his bland words. At least throw in a "😡" or a "☺️". They're there for a reason! To convey tone!

You
  i'm at school why?

   I hope he'd answer my why. I was desperate. Was he mad? Happy? He's never happy.. why would he be happy?? Why would I be happy in this scenario?? He's typing. He takes so long to type with his fat sausage fingers. Okay, that was mean. Sorry dad. But— can he be any slower??

Dad
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   Zippadeedooda! Wonderful! A picture of an email from shōtaa221@uateachers.net. Telling my dad all about how he's worried about me, how I've been performing worse in class, not paying attention, and if everything's alright at home. Okay, well, now would be a good time for a villain to run in and kidnap me. That would be better then whatever my dad wanted to do to me. I was blindly walking throughout the hall, not even realizing I'd passed my next class awhile ago, the other students of 1A staring at me wandering away with confused faces. My heart sank down to my stomach, my throat both closing up and feeling like painfully hollow at the same time. God, I could barely breath. Or breath too much. I don't know! I turned around, leaving him on read as I hurried back to my class, Mina and Sero cracking small jokes about how distracted I was. I rushed in with the rest of the class, standing before Aizawa and Present Mic. God I hated that guy right now. We all stood, awaiting whatever directions or instructions would follow. I stood, awaiting my inevitable death after school.
   Fuck my life.

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