Trigger Warning!
Blood.Your blood. Lots of it. The cause? Yourself. Your father had ignored you for a month and at the end happend calling you a dissapointment.
Your mother? She was at the bars and clubs most of the time. And friends...you were part of the bakusquad. The little,fragile one who every one ignores. The non-existent little figure that comes and goes in the group.
Next day at school, your uniform had a oversized sweater covering your bruises and cuts. During lunch, instead of going with the squad, you stayed in the class. "Go on,I need to get something." You heard a deep, gruffy voice say behind the classroom doors. Panicking, you hid the blade that was grazing your skin, lowered the your skirt and covered the recent wound as fast as you could. Looking up, you weakly smiled at the male. "Why did you stay here?" Katsuki questioned with a bit of annoyance in his voice. Your voice quivered with your answer. "I-I'm not hungry" . He looked at you. His observant eyes roaming all over your form. Noticing a red substance falling from your thigh, he grabbed your forearm making you wince in pain. Pulling your sweater up, he noticed the cuts all over your arm. Lifting the other, the same result was found. Tentatively , he lifted your skirt just a little to see the other cuts. "Why?" He asked looking down, his voice was soft. Your eyes couldn't hold the tears any longer.
In an instance, you were in his arms. His warm plump,lips were on yours. Not processing the events he surprises you with words you never thought on hearing from him. "I love you, dumbass"
REEEE!I'M NOT DEAD!!!
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