Gamer Boy {KamiDeku}

Acceptance

Izuku Midoryia's Point Of View.

     I didn't sleep well at all on Friday night, I had no dreams and I constantly woke up. To make it even worse, both sides of my pillows were warm and there was no comfortable spot on my bed. I was either too hot or too cold, no in between.

    Somewhere around 12:00 to 1:00 A.M. Sero crept in, the dance ended at 11:30 P.M so I assumed he was out with our friends.

     Usually I'm the one to fall asleep first, and I'm thankful for that considering Sero snores really loud. Apparently he also sleep walks or I guess sleep dances, around 2:00 a.m I woke up to Sero singing some Spanish song while dancing the salsa, around our room like a cult.

     I threw my pillow at him but it didn't stop him, I tried waking him up but that didn't stop him up either. So I spent most of the night falling asleep and then waking up to some weird thing Sero was doing.

     At one point he even turned on the blender, I didn't even know we had a blender. I unplugged it before it could wake anyone else up.

     Despite the chaotic and fever dreamish night, I could really only think of one thing, Denki Kaminari.

     It felt like a hole in my heart was drilled into me, then the holes were filled with the words he told Ibara.

     I knew I had to accept the fact that Kaminari didn't like me and would never love someone like me, he also didn't consider me a friend. Or at least that's what he told Ibara, I needed to get over this little "crush" I had on him.

     That's why I spent most of my day on Saturday sitting alone in my room, the entire friend group, Kaminari included, tried to convince me to hang out with them.

     It felt like something ignited inside me hearing Kaminari pretending to be my friend as if he didn't insult me the night before.

     When the others decided to hang out in our dorm, I left and said I needed fresh air. It wasn't an entire lie. I mainly wanted to get out of that suffocating room where everyone pretended to care.

     I spent pretty much the entire afternoon outside, acting like I was reading a book I found from the library.

     On Sunday and Saturday the curfew was extended and I was thankful for that. I chose not to eat dinner, despite not eating lunch or breakfast.

     I was struggling, if what my mother told me was true I wanted to fix that.

     My mind was filled with so many thoughts, a few circling my encounter with my mother and how I was too "chubby" or too "thin". The rest of my thoughts were about Kaminari, although I tried to stop that. I needed to get over him.

     Burying my head deeper into my knees, I couldn't stop the tears that dripped down my face. I had finally stopped feeling like a Deku, but then it turned around and hit me in the back of the head.

     "Deku?" A familiar sweet voice asked me, it was my classmate Uraraka.

     I wasn't as close with Uraraka as I was with, say Kaachan, but she was nice to me and I was nice back.

     I whimpered at that nickname, and lifted my head a little bit.

     "Oh no, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned as she knelt down beside me.

     "It's nothing." I sniffled as I wiped my tears away.

     "It doesn't look like nothing, you're crying." Another familiar monotoned voice said as I heard someone else sit beside me.