I Blame Me (Tododeku) [Completed]

25 ~ Sorry

Midoriya's POV

I slowly started waking up, a familiar beeping sound filled my ears. 'Infirmary Room.' I thought, trying to remember how I got here. I opened my eyes slowly, being blinded by the brightness of the room. My eyes adjusted as I sat up, leaning on my arm for a second before regretting it. "Ow." I said, feeling a little bit of pain shoot through my arm. "Oh yeah." I deadpanned, seeing the bloody bandages around my forearm.

I heard footsteps and talking outside the door and turned my head to see who it was. "Right, I'll talk to him about it." Aizawa said, looking down at the short, old women known as Recovery Girl. "Talk to who about what?" I asked, making them turn their heads toward me. "You about the cuts and how to properly take care of yourself." Aizawa said, no filter at all. "O-Oh." I mumbled looking down at my hands. "What time is it?" I asked, seeing as it looked like just past noon. "3:42. The school day went by, you'll need to get the work from me later." Aizawa responded.

"Anyway, Shouta here told me you were wanting to be alone the first few days of the break." Recovery Girl said, walking over to a stool and bringing it over to the bed. "R-Right." I said, feeling a bit nervous about where she was going with this. "I'm going to have to deny your request." Recovery Girl said, taking off the bandages and setting them aside. "What?! No!" I hollered, raising my voice out of irritation and pulling my arm to my body. "Young Man! You Will be staying with someone else for the whole break and that's final. " Recovery Girl hollered back.

'This feels familiar, but from where?' "Why?! That's Not Fair!" I replied, getting loud again. "Because I told her everything that's happened in the last few days. " Aizawa stepped in, his voice low and calm. I felt my eyes widen as I realized where I knew this from. I had a conversation with my mom about Kacchan because my teacher had told her about the bullying. It was going all to similarly to that time.

I didn't know what to say as a single tear fell from my eye. I felt hurt, betrayed, and like a child that couldn't be trusted. "I am not a Child." I said, feeling anger boil up in the pit of my stomach. "No, but you can't be alone." Recovery Girl said, waiting for me to return my wrist. "But-" I was interrupted by the door slamming open. "Mido! You're okay!" Todoroki yelled, pretty much running over to me, hugging me tightly. "Yeah, just perfect." I said sarcastically, sending a cold glare at Aizawa.

"Wait, what? What's wrong? You still in pain somewhere?" Todoroki asks with a serious tone, searching for any bruises. "Well, not physically." I said, not breaking eye contact with Aizawa. Todoroki flipped his head towards the adults quicker than I've ever seen. "What. Did. You. Do?" Todoroki asks with a bone chilling tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Nothing. We were just telling him he couldn't be alone for break." Recovery Girl said, reaching for my arm. "But that's not Fair!" I hollered again, ripping my arm away. "And why not?" Aizawa asked, going to the wall and leaning against it. "Because!"

"That's not good enough." Aizawa replied, seemingly getting frustrated as well . "Because I said so." I replied, not actually sure why. "Because why?" Todoroki asks. "You're on their side?" I asked, feeling more than upset. "No, I just need to be told a good reason." Todoroki said. "I said Because I said so." I snapped. "Again, that's not good enough." Aizawa snapped back. "Because I want to die, okay?! And I can't exactly do that with someone constantly watching me! It doesn't work like that!!" I screamed, only realizing what I said after it was too late. I lost all the fight in me as the room went deathly silent. "T-That's not what I meant. " I mumbled quickly, feeling panic cover my entire being. "I'll stay with him." Todoroki said, completely ignoring me."Hey, wai-" "I have him for the last four days of break." Aizawa said, planning with Todoroki.

"I SAID WAIT!" I yelled. "I was wanting to go to the apartment and visit my mom and you two Sure as hell Will Not be coming along." I said, not caring what they had to say about it. "I want some time alone and that's final." I said looking at Recovery Girl. I stood up, and grabbed the bandages from Recovery Girl. I walked to the door, stopping before opening it. "I promise I won't die during break, happy?" I said, opening the door and walking out.

I walked for what felt like forever before finally getting to the dorms. I opened the door and was greeted by a worried and screaming Uraraka. "Deku!Are You Okay? What Happened? Where's Todoroki?" She asked loudly. "Shut up. Everything's fucking perfect." I growled unkindly, taking my built up frustration out on her.

"O-Okay." Uraraka replied, even though I had already turned my back and started walking again. I walked up the stairs, trying to avoid everyone. I went straight to my room, not pausing for a moment as I walked into my bathroom. I grabbed a new razor and broke the head off. I pulled out the blade and made my way to the room.

I kicked off my shoes and my socks slipped half way off. I sat down and rolled my pant legs up as far as they'd go. I started up just above my knee, as close to my pants as possible. I slid the blabe across my legs, making a deep cut.

'Worthless.' Another one just like the one before, just not as deep due to the hardened skin on my knee.

'Weak.' And again.

'Untrustworthy.' And again.

'Pathetic.'

'Useless.'

'Unneeded.'

'Stupid.'

I had made it to about half way down on both shins. Most of the cuts were horizontal but some were running up the sides of my legs vertically. I looked at my arm, seeing the scabs. My finger nail got caught on the edge of one and I pulled, feeling the pain. I watched as the blood made its way down my legs and arm, some of it starting to gel up and drying. I limped my way into the bathroom using the bandages I took from Recovery Girl for my arm and grabbed a few of my own bandages, wrapping them around my legs. 'I'll being needing more bandages pretty soon.' I thought, realizing how often I was using them.

I pulled my pant legs back down and threw on a sweatshirt. I make my way down the hall and to the elevator and clicked 1. I made it down and went straight to the kitchen, ignoring all of the greetings and questions that were thrown my way. Until Kacchan grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around, waiting no longer than a second to swing at me. His closed fist hit me, but not as hard as I would think him to. He hit me right on the cheek. I stumbled back, not giving him the fight he wanted. I was too tired and didn't want to lose my temper again.

"Dumb-ass, you had everyone worried about you when that stupid IcyHot bitch came running down here caring your passed out ass." Kacchan said, words as unforgiving as normal. "Sorry." I said, not looking up. The ashy blond looked at me oddly before returning to his normal 'bad mood'. "'Kay. Whatever. Take this and feel the fuck better you damned nerd." Kacchan said, handing me a bottle of my old anti-depressants and walking away as if nothing happened, and to him, nothing did happen.

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