Please don't leave me...

The "Joke"

Hey this is only my 2nd fanfic but I hope that everyone likes it as much as the first one or even more. Thank you for reading.
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Deku is sitting at his desk as everyone else is coming into class after lunch. He had gone to lunch but couldn't eat, because he felt sick to his stomach. So he decided to come back to the classroom and think about anything other than his stomach and school. At the end of the day he was getting his stuff together to leave. Bakugo came over to his desk and grabbed his notebook with all his notes on quirks and started looking through it. Deku tried to grab his notebook so he could put it in his bookbag. He slowly moved his hand towards the book, "Bakugo...I need to put that away can I please have it back now?"
"Hmm..." he said.
"Can I have my notebook back I need to get going home."
"Then go home I'm reading this..."
Deku sat down in his seat and waited for Bakugo to be done with the notebook so he could go home. Bakugo sat there for hours going through the notebook when he got to the last page and closed it. Deku reached for his notebook, but Bakugo used his quirk and burned it right in front of Deku's face. Deku still trying to comprehend what just happened he looked down at his desk with the black notebook ashes all over it. Deku could feel tears rolling down his face, "Why?!"
Deku looked up.
"Why are you so cruel to me?! Why do you have to bully me?!"
Bakugo looked angry that Deku had talked back to him.
"Why?! Why?! Because you are Deku, a quirkless nobody!"
Deku was crying now and he didn't know what to say anymore so he pushed Bakugo out of his way and ran home.
Deku's POV
Why does he do this to me? Why am I so worthless? Why? He is right though I am worthless, and a nobody. Why do I even exist anymore? I got up from my bed and went down stairs to grab a kitchen knife. After I grabbed one I went back upstairs into my bathroom and locked the door. I held the knife against my arm...I contiplated at first whether I should actually do it...Then I remembered Kacchan's words and slit my wrist...once...twice...three times. I watched the blood role down my arm and into the sink, down the drain. I heard my mom calling me, so I whipped my cuts and bandaged them so my mother couldn't see them and went down stairs. My mom looked at me and asked, "What's wrong dear? Have you been crying and why is your arm bandaged?"
"Oh...don't worry about it really we were practice fighting and I wasn't paying attention for a second and got hurt."
"Do you want me to rewrap it for you?"
"No I'm good thanks mom."
I decided to go back up to my room and go to sleep early since I had a rough day.
When I went to school the next morning Bakugo was sitting in his seat so I didn't have to worry about him just yet. I went to my seat and when I sat down Bakugo got up and walked over to my desk. He put his hand on my desk and I looked up at him. "I hope you haven't told anyone about yesterday and just so you know it was only a joke."
He went back to his seat. I put my head down on my desk and began to cry but quiet enough so nobody knew.