Admiring From Afar (BkDk)

9 - 'Hollow'

"So how do you feel 'cause I feel
Hollow
This hurts so loud
Further than down
You left me
Hollow
Are you happy now?
I hope you're happy now"

Deku POV
*last day of 3rd year middle school*

I wake up feeling refreshed somehow. This year was a whirlwind of emotions if I'm being honest and I'm still unsure how to feel about it. A lot happened and I still have to carry on I guess. I sigh as I roll out of bed and begin getting ready for the day. I throw on my uniform, brush my teeth, and put on socks and shoes before heading out the door.

I start my walk to school and happen to run into Aku right before class. She grabs my arm and I wince as she pulls me into an empty classroom.

"What's wrong with your arm." She says as she raises it and stares. My eyes widen and my breath hitches as she pulls up the sleeve. She looks for a second and then stares at me.

"There's nothing there, why the hell did it hurt when I grabbed your arm." She said in a semi-annoyed voice. I guess since none of them were bleeding or scabbed, you can't really see them in a dark room. Thank god for that.

"It's just bruised, no big deal. But why are we here?" I brush it off and change the subject.

"I just miss you." She says with a sigh as she connects our hands. I look at her with a surprised face as she frowns.

"That's kinda on you, isn't it?" I say in a cold tone. She abandoned me, how else am I supposed to feel. She then looked at me with a teary eyed face.

"Why are you being mean to me?" She says through a quiet sob. I sigh as she holds my hand tightly.

"You left me alone, how else did you think I would treat you after that." I lectured her as she continued to cry. I felt bad but she hurt me, just like everyone else.

"Katsuki abandoned you too and you wrote a fucking love poem for him!" She yelled at me as she pulled her hand away. I freeze in place as she glared at me.

"What are you talking about?" I try to play dumb but she just shakes her head in annoyance. She then  pulls a piece of crumbled paper from her pocket and slams it against my chest. I look at it and realize it's the poem I wrote during my 2nd year of middle school, that was ages ago.

"Where did you get this?" I asked her in a quiet voice. Shock was still coursing through my bones.

"From my dumb brother's room, where else?" She scoffed. Why...why did he keep it all this time? Did he know it was about him, if so, why didn't he or anyone never tease me about that.

"When did you find this?" I ask her as I stare at the old piece of paper.

"Yesterday, why? When did you write it?" She asked in annoyed voice.

"2nd year of middle school." I answer quietly and she looks surprised as holy hell.

"What...?" She whispers. Her lip trembles as she crosses her arms.

"How the fuck did you have a crush on him when he bullied you relentlessly!?!" She screams as I freeze in place. Fear creeps into my mind, what if someone hears her? I grab her hand for her to be quiet and she seems to get the message.

"I-I...don't know." I mumble silently but she hears me anyway. She curses under her breath as she continues to glare at me. I stare at the floor quietly in response.

"What the hell is going on in here?" I hear a familiar voice call out as the door opens and shuts. I freeze in fear when I realize who just walked into the room as the lights get turned on.