Jealous (IzuOcha)

6 | truthfully, i wanna know

After the party, the boy dozed off and fell asleep on the table.

The next morning, he woke up, with a blanket over him. Ashido smiled at him as she woke up on the couch.

"Mornin'. You're the last one 'ere."

"I'm so sorry... I'll get out of your way."

"Oh no. You don't have to. In fact, you should be aware that your shirtless right now, and have marker tattoos all over you."

"H-huh...?" The boy looked at himself at the mirror. Someone wrote "Fuck me hard" on one of his abs.

"Yeah, no one knew that you had such a built body. All the girls were trying to get you laid by at least one of 'em."

"E-eh?!"

"Relax, I'm kidding. You're still a virgin from all of us."

A sigh of relief reached him, as he laughed quietly. Izuku looked a his body, someone had drew some things he couldn't understand, and others just drew inappropriate things. Sadly some people wrote on the arm with cuts.

"This is an idiot who cuts."

"Very unhealthy."

"Be strong. Stop being an idiot."

It was all the same hand writing. He was scared other people saw it. Izuku worried that people would find out how he really felt. He shook his head full of doubt, "Nah, no one else would know... right?"

The boy got his flannel on and began to button it up, and washing his face that was full of marker tattoos.

He held his hair, attempting to fix it. It quickly popped out as he fixed his hair.

Izuku opened the door and waved goodbye to Ashido, "Bye Ashido, thanks for the party and having me sleep here."

"No problem, and don't worry about it, okay?"

"Alright..."

He grabbed his skateboard and began to skate his way home. Izuku's beanie flew with him as the boy was hitting the air.

Arriving home, he put his skateboard away, followed by his shoes. The boy jumped on his bed, with his face facing towards the bed. He felt his body bounce a bit.

"Izuku? Oh thank goodness you're home. How was the party?"

"It was good mom." The boy replied, with his head on a pillow, "Sorry I stayed late, but I fell asleep while we were singing karaoke." His excuses were quite realistic, eh?

"Well, that's okay... As long as you had fun, alright?" Embarrassment isn't exactly what he would call fun, but he smiled.

"Thanks mom..."

Another two days have passed without Izuku eating, sleeping or doing nothing healthy except working out. Inko (Izuku's mom) had never noticed the things he was doing to himself.

The boy sobbed in his sleep, not being conscious about it, and he may have done more things to himself to hurt his body.

Izuku began to dress up for school, again wearing a long sleeve under his school uniform. He put his pants on and suddenly had a thought of Ochako. The boy shook his head, and smacked his fore head with the palm of his hand.

"Get her out of your head, you dumbass!" he said to himself, as frustration flew through him. Shaking his head, he stood up and began walking to school.

As he arrived to the campus, he spotted Ochako and went the opposite direction of her.

The brunette noticed his actions and was worried, but stressed from the party.