Y/n one shots and explicit content

Two Introverts: Tamaki Amajiki × reader part 1

Warnings:

Depression

Suicidal thoughts

Violence

Death of a friend

Anxiety

Smut last chapter

You used to be the happiest most outgoing person besides your best friend, but the day he died, you were dull, and you didn't have a heart for anyone. Even after two years after his death, you weren't okay. You stopped smiling, talking, laughing, and celebrating your birthday because it was the same as his. You two were like brother and sister you both slept and ate at each other's house and did everything together. You were riddled with guilt from it, and nothing anyone said made it better for you. His body was never found, so you had to bury your friend without his body, which seemed worse to you. You still talked to him regularly and put fresh flowers on his grave. It should have been you and not him. If he didn't push you out of the way, maybe he would have lived.

Your parents even planned your wedding but the funny thing was he was very interested in men and you knew from a young age. You didn't care about that. All you wanted was your friend. You threw out all your clothing except what he got you, which hung untouched for years. You only wore dull-colored clothing, your suit was dull, and your hair and your eyes were dull. Nothing stood out anymore, and that was the way you wanted it. Once you found out who ordered your best friend to die, you were going to do everything you could to kill him or her. You didn't care about what the right thing to do was you wanted blood, and everything you once held in such high regard was gone. Pain only remained. Your parents were worried so they moved you to a new school because everyone knew why you were like that and left you alone but now they weren't going to.

It was your third year and once the strongest hero at the school, but here you were, who was considered the fourth. You didn't mind the demotion; you thought of it as a blessing because you didn't consider yourself a hero anymore. Your stats were down now instead of being high like they used to be because you weren't trying anymore.
Your stats before were something like this

Strength 6 out of 5

Durability 6 out of 5

Endurance 4 out of 5

Speed 5 out of 5

Agility 3 out of 5

Intelligence 4 out of 5

Communication 4 out of 5

But now everything was down because you couldn't fight. You were just done with everything and didn't have the will to fight.

Your communication went down to zero because you stopped talking in general. Now you were in a new school and everyone was going to talk to you because of how cool you used to be. You went to your classroom and looked for a seat that had your name on it. It was in the front of the class, which already wasn't great. You just stood there and looked at it and decided if you were going to leave the building or not. Your anxiety was already through the roof, just looking at your name on a desk.

You decided to leave the class, but as you decided to leave, you heard a loud voice.

"Hi there!" Mirio said, scaring you, your large white angel wings popped out, making you fall backward at the sudden extra weight.

You tried to catch yourself, but in doing so, a desk went flying through a window, breaking it. Your bag was emptied all over the floor, and all the desks were now in the back instead of even rows. One of the desks hit the ceiling, breaking a couple of lights and the ceiling itself. You summoned your shield to slow the impact, but it destroyed some of the tiles on the floor due to your sheer strength. Now, the classroom was destroyed, and the top three in the third-year class were staring at you, confused and shocked that you caused so much damage.