The Bittersweet Hearts (kiribaku soulmate au)

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Kirishima POV:

I tuck the bloodstained razor into the pocket of my uniform. Who'd have thought more pain would make me feel more relaxed. I might have to try this after every time I get beat..

Shaking the thought from my head, I realise there are no bandages in the house. It takes me a moment, but I eventually come up with 'DIY' bandages that involves toilet paper and tape. I stretch out my arms to admire my work. The wrap is a little lopsided and there are red lines peeking out the bottom, but long sleeves can fix that. I make sure to put both some toilet paper and tape in the bottom of my school bag.

"Oi, dipshit!" Mother screeched, "your teacher rang me today, get your fucking grades up! My friend's gonna get you into UA for me but you still need to be less of a useless shit!"

UA is a prestigious school known for creating famous people. Whether they invent the next big branch of technology, win the olympics or have a painting valued at more than Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' it's likely they came fresh from UA high. I sigh, I don't belong somewhere like that...

Now I sit, in bed, restless and often drifting into deep thought. What if I didn't actually have a soulmate? Or what if they hated me for subjecting then to so much pain? I left them an apology didn't I? But I won't know their response until we meet... what if it isn't enough? What if I'm not enough? The cries escaping my throat are strangled in an attempt to lower my volume but the salty tears roll down my face anyway. I'm so unmanly... pathetic... useless... shitty. I can't even swear! God, everyone will hate me, especially them...