"Pathetic" Deppresed!Izuku

pt.6

Bakugo's pov

I looked at the closed door of Deku's house, staring at it, confused. 'What's up with him?' An angry expression fell on my face. I got back in the car, looking out the window as we drive away. My house is only a couple blocks away from his, yet I almost never see him walking to school. 'Could he be avoiding me?' I try to ignore that thought.

Midoriya's pov.

Kacchan left a couple of hours ago, but I've been sitting, my back against the door, crying all this time. I'm not sure about what really. I finally get up, put on my shoes and go outside. I let go of all my thoughts, as I breathe in the warm air.

I was still in my bloodied school uniform, but to my surprise, noone stared. Noone even cared about a bloodied, quirkless boy walking down the street.

"Sigh..." I stopped in front of the pharmacy, remembering I have to get more bandages. I was in the self check out, having only two things in my basket. A meter long elastic bandage, and razor blades...
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I'm not sure why I brought them. On my way home it had already become dark, but I didn't care. As I walked into my house I was greeted by my mothers, hug.

"Where were you, Izuku!" She almost yelled. "I was so worried!" She loosened the hug.

"I just went on a walk." I lied. When did I start lying to my mother? About where I went, about school, about the hospital visit, about how I was doing, about kacchan...? When did it all start?

"Izuku, I made supper!" Mom rushed to the kitchen. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry mom." I ignored her, and walked upstairs to my room. I didn't have any homework, rather I didn't know what my homework was. I didn't feel like doing anything so I just lied in my bed.
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I turn of my alarm. 'It's 6.00' I didn't sleep well, so I was kind of tired today. I packed my bag, placing my small first aid kit in it, with the new "additions" I bought yesterday.
 

Bakugou's pov.

Deku, opened the classroom door, when he saw me he gave me the biggest smile and said "Hello kacchan!" He sat down at his desk. Although his smile seemed sad. When did he start to fake his smile? Was it always like this, and I just never noticed? When did he start lying to me?

I "tch"ed it response to his greeting. I was too bothered to make some dumb remark.

Midoriya's pov.

"Tch" 'tch?' Isn't he angry that I greeted him? Why didn't he say anything? Was it pity? 'Nonono' I ignore that thought. Kacchan doesn't care about me. Why would he? I'm just a quirkless nobody, I don't deserve pity.
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Classes had ended and most of the students had already left, including kacchan. Thee bullies beat me up today too, but I was too tired to care, or fight back. "Finally giving up huh?" One of them said while kicking me to the ground. I cry out in pain, since my broken rib had not healed jet. "Whatever, we're leaving. It's not fun when you don't even try." One of them said.

'Fuck' I run to the bathroom. I take out my first aid kit, and start to patch myself up. They didn't touch my face this time, but I still had the black eye and bruises from a couple days ago. I'm about to close my first aid kit when I notice the razor blades.

'Oh, right I bought those.' 'Why did I get them?' I take one of them out and remove the paper packaging. The blade is cold and clean, and shimmers in the light. I take it in my right hand and push up the left ones sleeve. What am I doing? I put the blade on my upper forearm, and push the blade into my arm. It stings as I drag it across, leaving a small red line behind.

I drop the blade.

What the fuck did I just do?

I place my palm against my mouth, trying to hold in the scream, as I stare at my forearm. A small drop of blood runs down to my wrist. My eyes filled with tears I get up, still shaking. I wash off the blood, and place micropore tape over the wound.
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5 days later

It's been a 9 days since I last ate. Today's Monday. I don't even feel hungry, and it doesn't hurt anymore. My rib is fully healed, thanks to the help of a nurse at the hospital when I went for a check up. Mom hasn't been home at all lately, the hospital bill must have been large, although mom wont let me see them, no matter how much I ask.

"God, I truly am pathetic." I said going to school.