Dʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

Late Arrival

My vision blurred and my throat stiffened. A tingling sensation occurred on my face and I knew tears were rising.

As I looked through all of Izuku's texts, I started to grow deep hatred for my actions. Deep hatred and neverending regret. His texts made me feel like all the actions I made that I justified so clearly were all just muddied dark selfish actions I took to protect myself.

"I...I really miss you, (Y/n)" He wrote in one of his texts.
"I just...did I do anything wrong?" No, you didn't.
"I really want to know why you aren't talking to us...I know I'm kinda overreacting, but can you just come back to us? I really miss you. We all do."
These texts were from five days ago.

"(Y/n). I don't know what to do. Please, I feel so helpless. Everyone does. Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki are all trying to contact you. Why can't you talk to us?" That was from four days ago.

"I'm trying so hard, (Y/n). I'm trying so, so, so hard. It hurts to be the only one who knows you're suffering. I keep on thinking about the last time I saw you. The look on your face I'll never forget. I'll never forget it for as long as I live. It makes me feel pathetic. I can't count how many texts I sent to you, but please just read them. Please, just listen to us. Please. At least listen to me?" That was from three days ago.

"(Y/n), you're still there, right? Did you block our numbers? Did you block mine? I don't know. All I'm getting from you is nothing. Please respond. Please tell us you're still there. Please. Please...(Y/n), I can't go on like this. Please don't do this to us. Please don't do this to yourself. To get you to respond, would I help if I said it will stop me from crying every night? Will it help if I said it will bring a smile back on Uraraka's face? Will it help if I said that Iida can stop stressing out and worrying? Will it help if I said that Todoroki can finally stop frowning and go to sleep at night? Will it help if I said that I can stop killing myself over you and finally hug you and see your face. We all miss you..." That was two days ago.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean to, but I accidentally eavesdropped on you and your parents..."

Oh crap.

"Well, I can explain. I wanted to go to your house and see you. I was sick of waiting for you, I'm sorry. I almost knocked on the door but I heard your dad talking. I heard everything. The coughing. The disease. The guy you liked for so long. (Y/n), why didn't you tell us? We would have helped you confess. We would have supported you with all our souls. If you just told us, everything would be so much better now! If I had only noticed sooner...I'm sorry. I don't know when you'll come back or if you come back but, if you do, I'm here for you. I'll help you when you need me just like you helped me. You cared for me so let me care for you. I'll help you confess. :)" I saw another eye-catching text that was also from yesterday, just before midnight he sent it.

"(Y/n), I hope that text didn't sound inconsiderate, I was just kind of frustrated after hearing what your dad said. I don't take back my words, not at all, I just want to say that I know how you feel. I haven't gone through it myself, but when I saw you that day, I could feel how much pain you were in. I'm going to speak the truth right now, please don't be mad." Then I read the next text.

"I always hated how you lied to us. Every time you said you were fine, e had to pretend like we didn't notice the hurt in your eyes and the strained smile. We had to pretend like we didn't hear how tired you were through your voice. We noticed everything. I mean, almost. I hate how you hid your disease from us. Even if it's incurable, we could have been there for you when you needed it the most. I hated how you never wanted to bother us and tell us how you feel. You lie thinking that it doesn't hurt us, but it hurts, (Y/n). It hurts so much. I don't want to lie to you, so I'll just say whatever's on my mind. Every night I can't help myself from crying. I think 'what did I do? How do I fix this? Why didn't I do anything to stop it?' I...I keep on blaming myself, and I want to stop. So what I'm saying is, stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault you like somebody. It's not your fault that you have this disease. It's not your fault. So please, just...stop. I can't stop my constant worrying. Please just let me see you. I need to know that you are okay. I heard your voice, but I want to see your face. I want to see you smile. I want to see everyone smile again."