Year: 2015
Date: 23 august
~Aizawa's POV~
Fresh scars littered my wrists and arms as I held the bloody razor securely in my right hand. I was in the bathroom, on the floor, admiring my work before I decided to get up and bandage them (my arms.) I threw the razor in the bin and washed the dried blood off in the sink. I bandaged my arms. dn ǝʌıƃ ɐʍɐzıɐ
~Yamada's POV~
I was having a great dream when my alarm clock went off. Annoyed, I turned it off and rolled out of bed. I didn't bother getting dressed, it IS my own house, and poured myself a coffee. It was Saturday so I didn't have to rush. Walking over to the coffee table, I took the tests I was supposed to be grading to the actual table and grabbed a marking pen. The first text was, just my luck, Denki Kaminari's.
He got 32% and that was by pure luck. The rest of the morning was the same. lɐɯɹou ʇsnɾ
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Fiksi Penggemar"It's for the best he doesn't know..." Aizawa thought- or lied to himself. But is it..? Angst plus fluff thrown in at random times. This is my first book ;3 please enjoy. Slow updates. WARNING: Suicidal mentions, self harm and it is ❤️🧡💛GAY💚💙...
