Quick (A/n)
This chapter will have a suicide attempt. When you see this ¤ it means that that part will begin, and when you see this º it means that it is done. So you can skip that part if you'd like too. But if you do skip it, you may miss some important story plot. But skip if you want too. It'll be like that for all the warnings. ÒwÓ on to the chapter!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~-A few hours later-
I'm just here, laying on my bed trapped in my thoughts once again. I I fight myself to get up, and succeed. Walking out I begin hearing my parents talking. "He want's to stay in his dorm at U.A.." The old hag says quietly, I guess she's trying to make sure I dont hear. "Too late." I mumble, continuing to listen to the conversation.
"Then let him. It's his choice Mitsuki. We can't always be~" "I don't want to take any chances Masoru, with him and his mental state right now.... you've seen his arms. All the cuts, he hid it for so long and it seems like he's only getting worse as time passes. I-I don't want lose him.." She inturupes, tears filling her eyes.
"Well, we gotta give him some freedom. Right?" The old man asks, looking up at the stairs. I quickly hide behind the wall next to the stairs, my breathing quickens as I begin to panic. 'I really fucking hope he didn't see me...' I think, heading back too my room.
I close my bedroom door quietly, placing the tray on my desk. I roll into bed, closing my eyes and acting like I'm asleep. 'Does she really mean what she said..?' "Probably not.. and if she does it's only cause I'm her son.." I mumble to myself, slowly falling into a light dreamless sleep.
-Timeskip
"Katsuki!"
My eyes flutter open as I hear my name being called, I groan as I get up. I walk downstairs to see the old hag and my old man sitting on the couch, staring at me. "What?" I ask, mom motions me come sit down. I walk over and hesitantly sit next to her.
-Another Timeskip-
We all talked about me going to stay at my dorm, it did take a while. But mom eventually agreed to the idea. I told them that I'd be going tonight so I can move some my belongings there, like some of my clothes, my medication, and a few other things as well. They both agreed and let me start packing.
I walk up too my room and pull out a suitcase, starting to put my things inside. I put in most of my clothes, two pairs of shoes, two sketchbooks, all the journals I have since I don't want anyone seeing the shit I wrote in them, and my medication. I also decided to put in my blade and a rope I've had for a while. For reasons. 'Let's just hope one she doesn't check this before I leave....' I sigh, closing the suitcase. I toss my school bag over my shoulder and walk downstairs with my suitcase.
"I'll drive you too the school before I go for work, which will be in about fifteen to twenty minutes." Dad says, I nod and sit down. Mom comes into the living room with a small smile. "Did you eat your ramen?" She asks sitting down beside me, fidgeting with her fingers. I shake me head 'no' and tell her I fell asleep. She nods standing up, and walks away. I guess to go get the trey.
-Timeskip|I'm sorry for all the skips-
I wave my dad bye and walk up to the building, sighing I step in. Immediately I see Aizawa walking into the main room, he looks at me for a second with a confused face before motioning me to come in further.
"Where'd you go after lunch?" He asks with his normal sleepy but strict tone. "I WASN'T FUCKING FEELING WELL OKAY?!" I accidentally yell, his scarf wraps around me tightly. I can feel the sting from the cuts reopening as the scarf tightens even more. "Don't raise your voice at me." He says loudly, I nod and try to speak, but nothing comes out as he drops me on the floor. I look down at my right arm to see a little bit of blood on my hand, I panic and cover it quickly with my sweaters sleeve, hoping he didn't see anything.
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