Everything's Not Okay

Please Don't

You know, now that I'm thinking about it maybe I should've eaten something this morning. I can't ignore the pain in my stomach forever, but I'm going home tomorrow and Ethan isn't. He's all skin and bones and I'm scared he's gonna go all Midoriya on me and break them. So sliding him my meals won't kill him, maybe it'll kill me, but not him and isn't that all that matters anyway?

I may be walking down the street like a complete lunatic, but I can say with full confidence that I don't look THAT bad if no one has called the cops yet. The ache in my stomach hasn't gone away like it usually does and I don't know if that worries me or not. I'll give it till tomorrow until I self diagnose myself with something deadly.

I'm fine.

This is fine.

Joking about it really helps. If I pretend to laugh then I don't realize how bad it is and at least it gets my mind off of it for some time.

I've definitely stopped swaying, but only to wrap my arms around my stomach defensively. What used to be a dull pain turned into a sharp one. I don't know whether or not to release pressure or induce it. It causes my head to pound and I have no idea which I should focus on. The throbbing has gotten worse to the point that I've forgotten everything about my surroundings. I swear I was in a busy street just moments ago, but now I'm engulfed by pitch black. That's no good is it?

Denki?

I feel as if something is sucking me in.

Denki!

I hope this isn't a panic attack.

Denki!

Just don't think about it is what I always tell myself.

"Denki!"

All of a sudden I'm being pulled backwards by something or someone. Probably someone. I hear murmurs of people around me, but they're all muffled together.

"Oh my god did you see that?"

"Do you think he was trying to-?"

Everything starts to get clearer and I can finally see the sky which means I fell, but I don't feel the ground under me. It's something much softer, maybe a marshmallow? Please be a marshmallow. I slowly lift myself from whoever is under me. At first my vision is still hazy, but soon I make out the purple fluff.

"Toshi?" I call out, secretly hoping that it isn't him, but at the same time I haven't seen him in a while.

"God Denki, fall any harder on me next time." I know from the sarcastic yet tired sounding voice that it is indeed the purple copy of Mr. Aizawa.

"Oh my god, did I hurt you?!" I reach my hand out for him to quickly grab it. I help him up to see that somehow he's gotten taller which is just unfair. I'm 5'6, but people are making me think I'm 2 feet.

"No I'm fine, just a scratch. I should be asking if you're fine." His hand goes back to his neck like it usually does when he's nervous. Am I making him nervous?

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I look around us to see some people staring. Did something happen?

"Denki, are you sure you're okay?" His hand falls and even I can tell that he's serious. His eyes are looking all over my face probably for some sort of sign of a lie, but at this moment in time I'm honestly fine, I think.

"Am I missing something? Why is everybody staring at us?" I would be lying if I said I liked all this attention when I don't even know the reason why it started.

"You almost got ran over by a car?" He says it as if it's a question so I respond.

"No?"

"Yup I knew it. Something's not right here." He looks to the side for a moment before looking back at me. "C'mon let's go somewhere else." Shinsou grabs my hand and pulls me forward with him.