Fake Smile [Suicidal Villain Izuku Midoryia]

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Its been 6 months after Izuku Midoryia recieved his quirk. He was sitting in class, behind a teen with spikey ash blonde hair named Katsuki Bakugou. Katsuki was one of Izuku's used to be childhood friends until he had developed a quirk. Once word spread about Izuku not having a single sign of getting a quirk, it was as if the whole world had gone against him. He was left alone in the dark for something that he didn't mean for to happen. Besides that, there Izuku sat, in class 1-A at UA highschool. The best school anyone could ever go to.
The bell rang, meaning class had ended. Izuku quickly put his notes away and made his way out of the classroom. Once Izuku got out of the building, Katsuki stopped him with his arm grabbing onto his shoulder. He tightly gripped his shoulder and guided him to the back of the building. "I STILL CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU ENTER THIS DAMN SCHOOL DEKU!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FIRST GUY WHO GOT INTO UA AT OUR SCHOOL!!" Katsuki yelled in Izuku's face as he stared at the floor. "LOOK AT ME YOU FUCKING FUCKER!" Katsuki grabbed Izuku's chin and lifted it up so they made eye contact. "FUCKING DROP OUT, NOW!"
Izuku stared straight into his ruby red eyes fearfully. "I..I'm sorry K-kacchan but I w-won't drop out of UA!!" He replied, gaining some self confidence. "DAMN NERD! DROP THE FUCK OUT!!" He screeched in his face angrily. Katsuki punched Izuku in the face and kicked his stomache. "ILL CONTINUE THIS UNTIL YOU FUCKING DROP OUT!" Katsuki walked off as if nothing happened with a shocked green haired boy on the floor. Izuku, with his face throbbing in pain and stomache aching from the kick, stood up and began walking home. "Why me..? Why was I the one AllMight gave the quirk to? I just want to disappear..not grow!" Izuku began murmuring to himself as he walked him quickly.

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Izuku was in the kitchen, washing left over dishes his Mom, Inko, left before she went to work. Izuku picked up a knife and began to scrub it with a sponge and some soap. But then he thought..how does it feel to cut..? He turned off the running water and dried the kitchen knife, walking toward the table while taking a seat. He lifes the knife up and drags it across his soft light skin. He got the chills when he felt the cold metal touching his scarrless skin. Cut. His mind said with an eager tone. Slice. Izuku shook his head and put the knife down. THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS! NOBODY FUCKING LOVES YOU IZU!! YOUR JUST A STUPID DEKU!! KACCHAN IS RIGHT, YOU HAVE NO GUTS!! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THAT SWAN DIVE OFF THE DAMN ROOF YOU STUPID PIECE OF USELESS BITCH! He internally screamed at himself and yelled, "SHUT UP!! JUST THE FUCK UP!" He didn't care about the cuss word he said, he just wanted his mind to stop. PICK UP THE FUCKING KNIFE AND FUCKING CUT YOU WEAK ASS SON OF A BITCH! Izuku quickly picks up the knife and his mind went silent. Was it the key? Is it? It very much was. Izuku began to cut his arm, each slice, he felt relief and freedom. Why does it feel so great? Why do these cuts make me feel like this? Without realizing it, Izuku left 4 cuts, some what deep enough to make them bleed a good load. He quickly wiped the blood off the knife with a napkin and set the knife in the sink. Izuku sped toward the bathroom to bandage his wrist. Calmly, he went back to wash the knife and goes to his room to study his notes for battle practice.

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It was the middle of the night when Izuku woke up with a start. Why do I keep having the same stupid nightmare? I already know what makes me useless and stupid. I already know how much of a mistake I am...
Izuku thought to himself as he curled up in the corner of his bed, knees tp his chest. Tears ran down his face, having the urge to cut. Slice. Cut. Die. Was all he could ever think about now. All he could think about was the knife. Knife. Shiny. That needs to be cutting your skin. It needs to mark you with its sharp side. He thought over and over again. Finally, Izuku gave in and jogged downstairs, grabing the knife and sitting down in a chair in the kitchen. He unwrapped the bandage that was over the cuts from yesterday. Slowly and steadily, he began to cut himself with ease. The straining in his shoulders gave out and with that, he exhaled in relief. He looked down upon the fresh cuts he made. They dug in deeper than expected but he didn't care. He LOVED the feeling of pain. The pain he had already felt. The pain he deserved. Izuku put the knife in the sink, washing it with care. It feels great huh. Izuku nodded, a grin beginning to form on his face. He wrapped his wrist with the bandage again and made his way into his room. I can't continue using that knife, if my Mom catches me, I'm probably done for. Izuku thought, imagining his Mothers facial expression when she see's her baby cutting himself. Anxiety pushed her expression away. She doesn't care about you. Why would she even care about what you do? She was never interested in how you felt. So why should you care about her reaction?
He told himself, sounds about right. Izuku turned the running water off and silently jogged back to his room. From now on, you and me, we are best friends. And I'm the only one who cares about you Izu! See? Look at this bless I had given you to cut yourself. Isn't it amazing? His minds anxiety and Izuku constantly communicated in deadly ways. Izuku smiled as he layed in bed. I was always here Izu. Sense you were a kid. I've seen you cry. I've watched as you had been bullied by Kacchan and everyone else at your school. I was never able to do anything until now. Now that you've grown, you had accepted me when you picked up that knife yesterday. So here I am! Giving you what you've been wanting sense the start of life. Death. Oh how it is such an honor.
Izuku closed his eyes, resting as he listened to anxiety let loose.