I'm Fucking Fine, Okay? - EraserMic -

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!!!TW!!!

Suicidal ideation, slight mention of SH.

CHAPTER 1

Ten. Jump out the window. Nine. Slice my arms with the scissors in the pot on my desk. Eight. Drink the whiteboard cleaning fluid. Seven. Hang myself with the blind pully. Six. Put two pencils in my nose and whack my head against the desk. Five. Put my metal ruler in the electric outlet. Four. Grab the fire extinguisher and breathe in the CO2 fumes continuously. Three. Slit my throat with my compass. Two. Put my belt around my neck and create a torniquet. One. Hang myself with my capture weapon. Heh.

'Sir?' My eyes snap upwards from my daydream, spotting Iida.

'What?'

'It's just, I'm done'.

I huff. 'Fine, hand it over.' He walks over to my desk, thrusting his paper into my palm. I open my desk, grabbing another pink worksheet.

'Do this'.

'What is it sir?'

'I'll tell you after you've completed it.' He bows, then goes back to his desk. I take out another sheet and look at it, internally huffing.

Every year, the students are required to fill out a mental wellbeing sheet, so that we can monitor how they're doing.

I look back at the clock. 'Okay, you've got fifteen minutes left. If you're done you can hand in your sheet'.

A couple chairs scrape against the floor. I take their tests, not really looking at their faces. I hand them all the pink worksheets.

I feel my eyes start to get heavy. Fuck. I just want to sleep god dammit. I like sleep because it's like a little bit of death as a treat. I open my phone, and begin scrolling through cat memes.

Suddenly, Kaminari sneezes, and electricity fizzles everywhere. I open my eyes, nullifying his quirk. The class giggles.

'Sorry sir'.

'It's fine Kaminari'.

'Iidas hand shoots up again' Fucks sake.

'Yes Iida'.

'I've finished this worksheet too'. I groan internally. I just want some fucking peace.

'Hand it in then'. He walks up, handing me the pink sheet of paper. 'Go back to your desk and do some private study'. He bows, and heads back to his chair. I open up my drawer, and begin totalling up his answers.

96/100. Phew. The kid's alright. I look down to where he scored low. He's worried about his brother. Makes sense I guess.

I look up at the clock again.

'You've all got one minute left'.

I see frantic scribbling. Two more tests get handed in. Two more pink sheets get handed out.

Finally.

'Pencils down, can everyone come up and hand in their tests'. Everyone scrambles forwards except Kaminari, who gets extra time because of ADHD. 'Kaminari, you've got another ten minutes'. He nods, and continues writing. Shoto also has extra time because of his ASD, but he never needs it.

I hand everyone a pink sheet of paper. 'Please fill these out to the best of your ability'.

Midorya pipes up. 'Sir, what are they?'. 'I'll tell you once you've done them'.

The class all sit back down with their pink sheets. The sound of scribbling soon fills up the room again.

I lean forward to grab my bottle of water.

Ouch. Fuck. I catch my arm on the edge of the desk. I just pray that nobody has noticed me wince. Lucky, they all seem too engrossed in their pink sheets.

'Okay, times up Kaminari'. He hands me his test, and I give him a pink sheet of paper. He scuttles back to his desk.

My phone vibrates, I open it.

LOUDBLOND: Don't forget to give ya students the pink sheet of doom.

QUIETRAVENETTE: Done already.

LOUDBLOND: *thumbs up*.

I peer over to the pink sheet. Fuck it. I start to fill it in out of curiosity. The questions make me scoff. I tally up my total: 15/ 100. Well shit. I crumple up my test into a ball, and throw it in the bin, surprising myself when I get it in.

'Nice one Sir! Very manly!' Kirishima yells. I suppress a smile.

I look at the clock. 20 minutes until class finishes. I climb into my sleeping bag, feeling the small glasses case at the bottom nudging my calf. I smile.

'Once you've finished, put your sheets on the desk and do independent study'.

Over the nest 20 minutes students place their sheets on the desks. As soon as I see the last few stragglers hand me their sheets, I climb out of my blanket.

'Okay everyone, thanks for doing that. They're just a little test to see how you're all coping with the course, nothing to worry about'. I see everyone relax slightly.

The bell rings, and before I know it, I'm alone in the classroom. I grab all my stuff, and am about to leave before I notice the bin. I walk over to it, pulling out my scrunched up test sheet. Can't let anyone find that. I hastily shove it into my pocket.

I hear heavy footsteps. Shit.

The door bursts open, and in runs Mic. 'Nem's having a get together later, you're coming!'

I knock on my desk. 'Hello? Of course let yourself in. Oh hello Yamada, how are you? I'm good thank you.'

He laughs. 'Come on man, it'll be fun! Even Yagi is coming'. I roll my eyes. Mic grabs both my shoulders, shaking me roughly.

'YAGI. The man who is literally coughing up blood is coming my guy! No excuse'. I wince from the pain of him grabbing my shoulders, hoping against hope it went unnoticed.

'No. I'm busy'. 'Doing what exactly? It's a Friday night and I know for a fact you don't have patrol until Sunday.

'How the fuck do you know that?' Mic grins mischievously, pulling out my schedule from his pocket. 'I sweet talked Nezu into giving me your schedule.' That bastard.

'Well, it's a last minute thing'. I retort. His eyes open wide.

'Don't tell me the great Eraserhead is finally going on a date?' I roll my eyes. 'No. I've just got to finish these'. I hold up the pink papers.

Mic laughs. 'My dude, you can do those on Sunday. We don't have to have those done until next Friday. I groan, knowing nothing I will say will get me out of this.

'Fine. I'll go to this stupid get together.'

'HELL YEAH!' Mic screams, accidentally activating his quirk. I quickly activate my own quirk. He looks at my apologetically.

I put my palm towards him facing up, and he riffles in his back pocket. He pulls out 100 yen, slapping it into my palm.

'Damn Shota. How much have you made off me now?'

'Lost count. Feeds the cats though.' Mic smiles.

'Well then, see you later!' He skips towards the door.

'Oh by the way, it's a pool party, so bring trunks.' He waves, and then heads out the door.

Pool party? Oh fucking shit fuck. I look like a panini.