Aki woke up to the faint sound of morning activity in the dorm. She hadn't slept much, and her body felt heavy, like every limb was weighed down with guilt and exhaustion. Aizawa had knocked on her door earlier, his voice low and kind but firm as he gave her the choice to rest instead of attending class. She had hesitated but ultimately nodded, grateful for the chance to avoid facing everyone.
The room was quiet now, almost too quiet. Aki sat on the bed, staring at the floor. Her mind churned, the voices whispering their usual blend of doubt and discouragement.
*"You're a burden. They're better off without you."*
*"We messed up."*
*"Why even try? You don't know them. We can't trust them."*
Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her ears, as though she could physically block them out. But the voices didn't come from the outside—they were inside, twisting her thoughts and pulling her deeper into the darkness.
Hours passed in a blur. Aki barely moved from her spot on the bed, only shifting occasionally to wrap her arms around herself. She tried to focus on something, anything, to distract her from the chaos in her mind, but nothing worked.
By late afternoon, faint laughter drifted through the walls. It was Eri. Her cheerful voice rang out clearly, followed by the unmistakable sound of the other students laughing with her.
Aki froze.
Her chest tightened as guilt surged within her. How could Eri—sweet, strong Eri—find a way to laugh and connect with others when Aki could barely get out of bed?
Where the students of her class here? Why?
Would they harm Eri?
The memories from the previous night bubbled up again, unbidden and sharp.
*"I can help you. I will do everything to help you."*
Eri's voice from the past echoed painfully in her mind, mixing with her current laughter. The contrast was unbearable.
Her fingers found the edge of her sleeve, and before she could stop herself, she rolled it up. The scars on her arms were like a map of every moment she had struggled to cope. The urge to punish herself—to silence the overwhelming storm in her head—was too strong to resist.
She pressed her nails into her skin, scratching at the scars. The sting brought a fleeting sense of control, a twisted comfort in the midst of chaos.
But then, a voice—soft, gentle—spoke in her mind.
*"Aki, stop. Please stop."*
It sounded like a child. The quiet yet resolute voice, being there in the background, trying to protect her in the subtlest ways.
Aki's hands froze, her breathing ragged as she realized what she was doing. Shame washed over her, and tears blurred her vision. She yanked her sleeves back down and hugged her knees to her chest, rocking slightly as she tried to calm herself.
Suddenly she heard a knock from the door. A kind voice asked her to come in but she wasn't able to respond. She wanted to but her mouth didn't let any words escape, so she stayed silent.
„Aki?" the voice appeared again. It sounded familiar and belonged to a male.
„Aki, can I please come in? I wanted to talk to you. ... And I got you something!" the boy said in excitement but still filled with worry.
She held her breath. Maybe he would just go away. He can't come in on her while she can't even move. Thats such a shame!
*"You are worthless"*
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Broken Pieces - Bnha OC x Shoto Todoroki (Multiple Personality Disorder/DID)
FanfictionAki (OC) is a depressed girl with DID. She got kidnapped from Kai Chisaki and is his experiment. One day, as the UA tries to free Eri, they find her. But then her personality seems off. Soon enough everything comes out about her alters. Will they s...
