save my soul.

Hollow.

he felt nothing.

nothing helped. his loss of eating still wasn't satisfying enough. it was efficient, sure, but it didn't feel like much anymore. he didn't feel as if it was enough, all it did was make him weaker during training.

just reminded him more of the pain. not physical, not emotional. just a 24/7 headache. his vision would randomly fog, and all he could think anymore was of the comments. 

oh how he wished the comments would stop. 

they knew he could hear them, and see them, but they still did it, whether it was in a good or bad way. 

it's not like he needed their help.

they couldn't do much if they tried...

and he kept it pretty well hidden..

he pushed anyone away who tried to help. even all might. because all they would do is get a therapist. like that would fucking help. he didn't want the help of a person in a fancy outfit with a fancy certificate to tell him how he should get better. they don't know what it's like. a pain you couldn't see, a scar that never bled, tears that never fell. it hurt. oh he couldn't describe how much it hurt.  everything always felt wrong. he felt judged all the time. he could feel them staring at him. no matter how much he kept his mask on, one of anger, they still knew. they always knew. and that's what hurt the most.

but he still felt nothing.

he was hollow. he didn't know what to think of it. he was driven by the comments that pierced through him. by all the stares, all the murmurs. all the whispers and newspaper articles or videos just pushed him closer to breaking. but it never came. he never felt anything. his heart couldn't express anything. it was locked away. it was the only thing he had left to care for, he didn't want it to break.

he could keep it from breaking... 

right?

( SHJDHB i just wanna say oh my god this currently has over 100 reads. like i don't deserve this thank you guys so much for reading my story and voting on it ♥️ - H )
( also sorry it's short there really was nothing to add here or it'd be too much )