White Roses🥀

Moving In~🥀🏫

*DEKU POV*

I looked into the mirror and was mortified and scared by what I saw. I was literally just skin and bones. My cheek had a big red mark from where I was hit and I had dark circles around my eyes.

I hated myself, I hated the way I looked, and not because I thought I was ugly. But, because I looked just like my mom. I love my mom, if only she loved me back. But, I didn't want to look like someone that I loved but didnt love me.

The early bell rung through the hallways signaling that students need to start heading to class. I walked out of the bathroom and to my class. I'm glad that nobody noticed how disgusting and skinny I looked, I didn't want pity today. The last class of the day finally ended and the last bell rang. I packed my stuff and Uraraka walked over to me.

"Want me to come over and help you pack in case your mom is home?" She whispered while looking in an opposite direction.

"Yes, please," I responded returning my gaze to what I was doing.

We left the school together and once we got close to my house I saw that my mom's car was gone. I silently celebrated and continued the walk with Uraraka. I unlocked the door and we walked in, I saw a note on the counter and went to read it.

Izu,
I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you, I have been drunk and I have gotten addicted. I am in rehab right now and I hope that in the future you can forgive me for all of the pain I have caused you. I love you.

Mom<3

"Deku? Are you ok? Why are you crying?" For once, I wanted to see my mom and hug her. She never said those three words to me since dad left, and that was 4 years ago. I'm finally gonna get my mom back.

I showed Uraraka the note and she gave me a hug and cried with me. We packed my stuff and headed over to her house. She has a car that she only uses when she isn't going to school cause UA is walking distance, but since we are moving to UA we drove in her car. I'm actually saving up for a car myself, I have a job outside of school, nobody knows except for Uraraka.

We finally made it to the dorms and we got our dorm papers, Uraraka had to go on the other side of the building cause she is a girl and apparently we aren't trusted. So, we said our goodbyes and made our split.

I took my paper out of my back pocket from my black, ripped skinny jeans and followed the directions up to the 3rd floor. I walked down the hallway counting up to my room number, 318, and stopped right in front of it. I took my keys out and opened my door. I walked in and set my stuff on my unmade bed and began unpacking. I was in a bit of a rush so I didn't really grab all of my All Might stuff.

Once I was finished, I walked out on to my balcony, I took out a stolen cigarette box, and lit one. I looked as the orange sky sat beautifully above the city as the sun slowly crept away.

One more year and I can be a hero, one more year and I can go to college to further my studies while still being able to protect people, one more year with Kacchan, one more year dealing with these unwanted emotions toward someone who hates me, just one more.

Senior year is rumored to go by very fast, let's hope it's true. I could feel the happiness draining from my body as I return to the numb, emotionless little boy I actually am. My medicine must be wearing off. I thought. I wanted to cry, but I had no tears to cry. I had been cried out because this past week I cried for hours in my bed before I actually fell asleep.

I threw my tiny cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it, putting it out. I changed into my shorts and kept my balcony door open, my room was warm, and I hated sleeping in noncold places.

I lay in my bed staring at my ceiling with no expression on my face and thought, just thought. Thought about how my crush hates the sight of me, how my mom is an alcoholic, how my dad left me and my mom for some 19 year old whore, how my life in general just sucks.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply in an attempt to clear my thoughts from my head. I soon felt the heaviness of tiredness weigh my small but lean body down to my bed and force my eyes to close, pulling me into a dark abyss called sleep.

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