isn't that monoma picture amazing? okay, okay sorry. there is a self harm trigger warning for this chapter. sorry it is edgy time time!
I ran into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. Tears kept spilling from my eyes.
His words kept repeated in my head..
"I can't believe Alien and Pikachu are friends with a little bitch like you. How does a person with a quirk like yours even get into class 1-A? You shouldve just stayed home and gotten fat. Well, fatter then you already are."
My hands were shaky as I took the blade from the cabinet above my sink. I hesitated and stared at it.
Why am I hesitating?
Am I overreacting?
No....
Who would care, anyway?
Nobody ran after to help me.
Everybody left me.
I should just do it.
I pressed it to my wrist and sliced, a quiet cry escaping my lips as I made a few more.
I almost made one more before I heard a knock on my front door.
Oh no....
"Neko, hello? Neko please open the door!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I couldn't tell who, my mind felt warped. But it had to be Monoma... right? He only called me Neko.
I stumbled out, I felt like I was forgetting something. But what was it?
Im probably just paranoid... my mind feels numb.
I opened the door halfway and peered out.
I guess I was right, it was him.
"M-Monoma-? What do you w-want-?" I sputtered out and looked off. He could obviously tell something was wrong by my dumb movements.
"Neko, let me in."
"..."
Monoma looked at me and sighed. "Neko, please. I'm supposed to be looking after you anyway."
I looked off again.
What if he sees what i've done and laughs at me?
What if he doesn't know what to say and leaves?
What if he honestly doesn't care and has just been sent here by Bakugou?
What if—
Monoma squeezed himself in between the door and the wall, I gasped slightly.
God damnit... I keep zoning out... I hate myself....
"Neko, seriously what's wron—"
He paused.
He looked at the blood dripping down my arm, then my tear stained face, which probably was a horrid sign.
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are you okay? ( neito monoma x reader )
Fanfiction"are you okay?" he looked at me, I could sense the concern. how could someone like him, with that personality, be concerned about someone like me? from a class he hated?
