Blooming [OLD- please look at the new book!]

[1] Regretful

Italics = thoughts
Bold = Yoshii (me) talking and POVs
Underlined = Dreams

WARNING: There is cutting in the chapter but that is in the very last paragraph if you would like to ignore it! Although it will be in other chapters and I will not put a warning unless it is extreme!

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Midoriyas POV

I was packing my books and notes into my bag. Just as I was about to leave Uraraka stopped me with her usual bright smile,

"hey Deku! Me and Iida are going to the cafe a few blocks down from here, ya know the one with the super sweet ice cream? Wanna join us?" She said joyfully, almost drooling at the thought of her favourite strawberry ice cream from her favourite cafe.

'Do you really need to get MORE fat? Pathetic.'

"U-uh I'd love to b-but I uhhh have to catch up on some homework! I'll join you two another day, promise!" I stuttered out the best lie I could and rubbed the back of my head nervously and grabbing my bag

"w-well I have to go- bye Uraraka!" I said smiling apologetically and waved slightly before rushing out of the classroom and back to my house.

I gently placed my bag onto my desk chair when i snuck home and into my room. I almost immediately flopped onto my bed, wincing at the pain on my arms. Cuts. Fresh ones too.

'Go on Izuku, add a few more to your little collection of cuts~'

I curled into a ball, digging my head into my knees

'No, it's wrong! I shouldn't be doing it...'

I thought before getting up and grabbing a change of clothes and quickly putting them on. I wore a black long-sleeved Shirt with a white baggy t-shirt over it and black jeans. I pulled out my phone and sat comfortably on my bed, I scrolled through a blog page reading funny quotes to try to calm my urges to cut.
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Third person POV

Izuku was comfortably curled into a tight ball under his All Might themed sheets, his head buried in his shirt. It was around midnight and he had just woken up from a sudden desire, he rolled off the bed and sluggishly made his way towards his small bathroom. The small boy stared into the mirror, his eyes were red and puffy and red tear streaks were carved into his pink cheeks. Izuku sighed and tried to smile but only failed miserably resulting in giving himself a painfully forced and shaky expression that couldn't come anywhere near marked as happy. He let out another sigh and reached into a little cabinet pulling out a small cotton ball container, he opened it to reveal it to be empty apart from a small blade. Izuku took out the small mental object and rolled up his right sleeve, no longer under the protection of his black long sleeve Izukus bare arm was displayed in the dim light of the bathroom and was shown to be littered with careful carvings. Some almost brand new, the green haired boy looked down at his arm the gently pressed the blade on his wrist and shut his eyes tight then bit his bottom lip as he winced at the pain the blade made on his arm as it danced a line of deep crimson blood.
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Hello! Yoshii here! But you can call me whatever you like! ^^
Glad you read chapter one, sorry if it's not good lol
My lil baby bean is a sad baby bean rn T^T
If you have any ideas feel free to comment!
Also, sorry if it's short!!

~Peace out my Strawberry Cigarettes!