BNHA angst.

fuck u apollo.

fuck u fuck u fuck u fuckcdfhjfdfbhcmhcbcmbcvcnbcm v cmmmm  I WAS EVELEVEBN

TW-- suicide/self harm will be very heavily mentioned. if you get triggered by that stuff please leave, and stay safe <3 

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-----third person POV-----

fuck u apollo and max fuck u u i know ur readung this

The short male was laying in bed,  thinking in bed, unaware of his surroundings at this point. He had been sad for a while, yet unable to cry. It hadn't occurred to him that this was his real life, this was him and he needs to deal with it. He stared blankly at a wall, knowing that there was no way he will recover from all the past trauma.  Nobody would talk to him, and barely payed attention. It was to the point where nothing helped. He decided he should at least try and message someone, one last time.


He decided to message Kirishima and Jirou, simply saying


"Hey. I really need to talk. Please respond ASAP"

A small tear rolled down his face, knowing that this will most likely be the last time he'll talk to the two. Those two, Mina and Sero were the only people he could talk to without judgment. He continued to stay curled in bed, his mind now racing about his options. Only one thing came to his mind. He had already tried everything else. Nobody would ever listen. Nobody understood that he wasn't okay. That it wasn't just temporary. And that nothing would ever happen. He gripped his hair as his mind left his body, not knowing who he's become over the past couple years. He'd try to act like himself, but it just wouldn't work. He'd joke about it, praying someone would notice, but they never did. He was the happy, extroverted one. But what is he now? He wanted people to notice that he was hurting. There was so much trauma and so much agony. He just wanted to be free from this somehow. That one thing just stayed in his mind, never leaving.



'It's so easy. its the awnser.'

'kill yourself.'

'just do it, bitch. Nobody will care.'




---Time skip. 3 hours later,  6:27AM.---

The male sat up in bed, checking his phone one last time. No messages. No nothing, nobody had cared. That one thing stayed in his mind...










-----TO BE CONTINUED.-----

hey i'm sorry, it's really bad and i most likely messed Kami up for you. And this most likely isn't how anybody thinks other than me, so sorry if it makes no sense. I doubt many people will read this, though. yee.