starvation

1 - hospital.

izuku's pov

i sat outside of the doctor's office fiddling my fingers nervously, the tension in the air thickening by the passing second. my mom was in there, talking about what would happen of my future and health. i sighed and gritted my teeth. none of this would've happened if i had been more careful.

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my eyes flew open as i awoke to a loud growling noise. i tried my absolute best to ignore the immense pain gradually growing in my stomach, and ended up rolling off the bed in the process, which resulted in a loud thud.

"izuku, baby?" i heard my mom call. "are you alright?"

"yeah-" i managed to get out in a raspy voice before breaking out in a violent coughing fit. my hands clawed at my throat as i stumbled into the restroom, turning on the shower head to mask my actions before barely kneeling down besides the toilet, just in time to empty out the contents of my stomach. i shut my eyes and cried as nothing but blood and acid came up, ultimately hurting my raw throat.

i gasped and fell against the bathroom wall, allowing my chest to heave in pain with each breath. all of this used to scare me, but ever since i discovered that purging was a fast method of losing weight, i went along with the tortuous pain. and since my throat was sore and raw from having two fingers lodged down it, eating was out of the question, which quite frankly, was good for me.

this cycle of pain started out about an year, when i used to have excellent grades and ambition of becoming a hero. but now, all i am is izuku midoriya, a sad, strange guy, who most likely inherited all might's quirk out of pity. i used to be able to run pretty decently, but now i can barely do anything for more than five minutes before fainting, and don't even get me started on barely using all for one and being on the verge of death each time.

my grades went to hell, nothing but failed papers and exams. every now and then my friends uraraka and iida would try to help me catch up with late assignments, but we don't talk as well as before. they knew me as one of the happiest kids in school, always laughing it up with everyone in class 1-a, but now i'm completely different.

i snapped out of my thoughts and dragged myself over to my room, but not before glancing in the mirror. the reflection showed a boy with sunken eyes, visible cheekbones and ribs, and thinning hair, but all i saw was fat. i sighed and went back to my room and changed into my uniform. i quickly grabbed my backpack and slipped on my shoes before taking random pain killers and heading to school.

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just as the bell rang, i walked into class dizzily and stumbled into my seat, laying down my head. "deku?" i opened an eye and tried to make out a worried uraraka through blurry, doubled vision. i slurred my words a bit as i replied, "hey ura..raka.."

she frowned and patted my back weakly. "you alright there? did you sleep well?" i nodded and smiled tiredly. she shook her head and asked, "are you going today?" i looked at her strangely, trying to remember what she was talking about.

uraraka must've sensed my loss of knowledge as she responded, "deku, are you going to yaorozu's party today? you never hang out with us anymore, so i thought you'd like to join us for a change. and yaororozu was so excited to get to host a party for friends, even if it's because we all passed first semester, but still."" just as i was about to refuse, i looked into her hopeful eyes and took into consideration the fact i hadn't seen them in a while.