• 【𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞】 • 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶 • вαкυ∂єкυ • ☽

Can't Fake Happy No More {3}

(SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET ANOTHER CHAPTER OUTTT AHHhHHH. I got writer's block x.x anyways I started this on 12/9/19 just to give you an idea of the motivation I've been lacking ;p ok continue)

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Bakugo's POV

As I stood there I could only feel one thing, the tears making their way down my face. I was surrounded by angst and sorrow. I quickly rushed to Deku's side pulling him out of the water and wrapping him in a towel. 'I need to get to the hospital immediately.' The white fluffed towel was soon spotted red from the greenette's bleeding body. I carried the towel wrapped boy in my arms bridal style rushing to his mom's car. Yes, I'm 16 but I can't drive for shit. I have my license but I rarely drive, sometimes only for special occasions. I set Deku in the back seat laying down, his legs propped against the back of the seat.

(time skip brought to you by me and my cramping self B) )

I was the only one who knew about Deku. How could I have let this happen? "Anyone here for...Izuku Midioriya?" I quickly rose out of my chair and rushed up to the nurse who said Deku's name. "ME! I'M HERE FOR DE- IZUKU." She guided me back to the room where Deku was hooked up to several machines, tubes everywhere including down his throat and in his nose, bandages, and ivs. It looked like a living hell. I hated seeing my baby Deku like this, god. He still hadn't awoken so I sat next to him with his hand in mine. I slowly put my head next to his, settling my thoughts. My eyes began to welt until I heard his soft gentle voice.

"Kac-Kacchan..?"

(time skip 1 week cause I be lazy like dat)

Izuku's POV

The lines of light hit my eyes as they fluttered open. I stared at the ceiling until I arose due to the light hurting my eyes. I woke up in my own room, and my mother still wasn't home. I remember her saying that she was leaving for a business trip. Nobody except Kacchan knows about what happened a week ago. My absenenses at UA were marked as unexcused absences and I'm serving detention for them. I'd rather serve detention than have any more people know what happened to me, I don't want pity. It's bad enough that Kacchan knows.

I dropped one foot at a time out of my bed and walked to my dresser. Once I arrived at my dresser I squatted down and opened a compartment of my dresser, grabbed my long-sleeved uniform and a tiny black box that held my medication and blades. I walked into the bathroom and showered. "Hmmm hmmm hmm hmm hmm ahmmmmm" I hummed. When I stepped out of the shower I stared at myself in a wall-mounted mirror.

Look how ugly you are.

Fat.

Too skinny.

Unloveable.

Whore.

Slut.

Worthless.

I opened the black box and tossed my meds for the day into my bookbag and then grabbed a few blades and placed them in a notebook, my phone case, the bottom of my shoe, and in the pocket of my bookbag. I took out another blade and contemplated sliding a few parallels across my wrist.

I gave in and started to slice as the beautiful crimson liquid formed in beads and then dripped down causing a streaming look.

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I had lines all the way up to my armpit and elbow. 'Guess I got a little carried away..'

I rinsed my arms not cleaning them properly and wrapped them. After that, I walked out of my bathroom and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I looked at my phone and realized I was going to be late for class. I shrugged it off and kept walking slow making sure the blade in my shoe didn't shift and cut the foot.

Bakugo's POV

I woke up and began to get ready very early. When I arrived at school I was the only one there. I walked in and sat down at my desk waiting for the extras to arrive so we could start class. Today was the day Deku had promised to show up, and I held my hoped high that I would finally get to see him.. maybe. As all of the extras began pouring into the classroom chaotically I tuned it out. I was focused on one thing, looking for Deku. Everyone was there, the bell had rung, Mr. Aizawa was starting the lesson but one thing still hadn't happened. Deku was nowhere to be seen. I started to get angry and sparks generated off of my body. Everyone gave me an odd stare. I leaned my head back onto Deku's desk even after being told to sit up by Mr. Aizawa. When I replied with "No can do." Mr. Aiwaza gave up and shrugged it off. I was infuriated. Right as I was about to catch some snooze I heard a door open and my head shot up.

Izuku's POV

I walked into the school slowly and made my way to 1-A. As I opened the door Mr. Aizawa scolded me for being late but welcomed me back, not knowing why I was gone. Kacchan asked me to tell my teachers why I was gone because if not I'd get detention for no reason. I assured him I would get into contact with the school board and tell them before I came back. As I looked away from Aizawa's glare I saw Kacchan staring holes through me. As my eyes met with his crimson glares it reminded me that it's probably time for me to cut. Just as I sat down I asked Aizawa to use the restroom. I felt Kacchan's eyes staring lasers through my soul. "Yes, just don't be gone too long therefore it will be counted as another absence." I quickly rose out of my seat and scattered off to the bathroom, as I stepped out of the door the razor slipped up cutting through the sole of my shoe. It poked out of the back and the details make it very clear to see it was a razor, all the details showed.. including the old dry blood.

Bakugo's POV

My head shot up as I saw Deku walk into the classroom. Right as he sat down he asked to use the bathroom though. He walked to the door before adjusting his shoe in the doorway which caused a... I couldn't make out the object but it managed to break through his shoe sole. I shrugged it off and assumed the brightest. That was a bad idea. It had been 45 minutes. 45. MINUTES. "Therefore the suits will be powering-" "Can I use the restroom?" I monotonously said with a matching expression. Mr. Aizawa groaned but dismissed me. "See if you can find Midioriya as well." I nodded.

I bolted down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. I ran in only to see no signs of life. I began to panic. Was I too late? What if he had already ended it? It rang in my head. The object was a razor, that was the item that slipped out of his shoe. Or at least tried to slip out.

I glanced around the bathroom closest to homeroom and looked for any signs of life, with mu luck there were no signs of life. At all. I tried to think of places he might be. Where would I go if I wanted to be alone...that's when it hit me. There's a bathroom on the 2nd floor that barely anybody uses. He must be there. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and bolted inside. I looked for signs of life, and I was right. I heard faint whimpers and sobs. I looked under the stalls to see blood in the farthest one, that wasn't my baby. Please don't let it be him.. it can't be. I rushed to the stall and pushed open the door slowly, causing it to creak open. I refused to believe it... but I had to. There he was, and to my surprise...

(1391 words ;) )