Izuku Todoroki

Chapter 32: Sorrow

Shigaraki's POV

"Mhm." I was on the phone with Spinner who had gone with Kurogiri to go buy food for us. "Don't forget to be with Toga at all times," I heard Kurogiri's voice a bit from the phone.

"Yeah, I'll take care of her." I said. "Good, if you can't just tell twice to take care of her, even if he's having a fight with himself, get him out of it then, okay?" He said.

I sighed. "Yeah yeah." I said."Shigaraki, I'm being serious. What Izuku did only after a few days of Uraraka's bullying, I could only imagine what Toga would do if she even gets the chance." Kurogiri's voice was stern.

"I know, Okay?" I said. Spinner was back on the phone. "See you later Dabi, we'll be back in half an hour." He said. "Alright, bye." I said and hung up on them.

I looked over to Toga. She was sitting on the couch with her arms around her legs that were up to her chest, her head resting on her knees.

I couldn't even describe how much of a mix the three emotions I had were. Sadness, worry, and anger. Mostly worry though. I tried to hide my anger these past few days since I had to comfort Toga.

Usually, Touya or Kurogiri is comforting and caring for her when she needs it. But right now Kurogiri is up every night comforting Touya when Toga's not up trying to. And to even speak about what Touya us going through.

His brother is unconscious and has been for quite some time. Although his sister is awake and well, she's recovering relatively slow. His boyfriend has also been unconscious for however long Izuku has.

And he himself isn't doing any better. Having nightmares every single night of God knows what. And they aren't dissapearing. If anything, they're getting worse.

And then there's me. I can't remember anyone I've lost during this 'Uraraka period'. And still I can't even comfort the people around me.

Hell, I'm the leader.

I should be able to comfort Toga without the thought of her not wanting my attention. I should be able to calm Touya down when he's having nightmares.

I should be able to be there for Natsuo when he's crying. Even so, I still can't manage to do any of that.

I'm useless. That's all I am. Annoying, Boring, ugly, disgusting, useless. What more can I even say? Useless? I've already said that. But I can say it over and over and over again.

Maybe that's why I found myself on the brown wood flooring in the bathroom. The floor now dirty from the blood seeping out of the freshly cuts of the blade I was holding in my shaking hand. Counting every cut with the same word, over and over again.

Useless

Useless

Useless

Useless

Useless

That was, until the door slowly creaked open.

Had I been too careless to look up and see who it was?

Yes.

Had I also been too careless to stop?

...

Yes.

"Shigaraki...?" My eyes widened. I knew the voice all too well. Natsuo. I looked up at the figure in front of me. His eyes wide from the sight.

"Natsuo.." Natsuo's gaze drifted to the blade that was, because I had dropped it, now on the floor. "I-I didn't mean to, I-I prom-"