Fixing myself (a KiriDeku fanfic)

Chapter 4

I've just been putting chapter numbers instead of names so that it would be easier for anyone reading this. My friends are mocking me because I was excited that Chapter 1 got 4 reads. I am honestly surprised at that. I don't even have real cover art, it's just a picture from my phone. I hope anyone reading this is enjoying it. It's probably going to suck, considering this is my first fanfiction. God, I feel like an idiot writing this. Leave any suggestions or queries or whatever in the comments. Hell, tell me that it's trash if you think so. I won't be offended.

Kirishima's POV

"Kirishima, how long?" Midorya said. 

I blanched. All thoughts of food disappeared. My mind started racing.

What do I say?! What do I do?! I'm so screwed!  

Sighing, I decided on the truth. Hanging my head and staring at the tiled kitchen floor, I spoke. 

"A-about a year." Midorya went white. My head still hung low and face red with shame, I pulled off my bracers and held my wrists up to him. They were coated in scars, some long since healed, some scabbed over, and some still open. Midorya instinctively reached for my wrists, but I pulled away, walking back to my room. Pulling the bracers back on, I shoved all my stuff into my bag and left the dorm without eating.

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I didn't hear much of what Aizawa said all day. All I could think was, How did Midorya feel? 

I don't know why. All my thoughts were about Midorya. I felt bad. I  made him afraid because of what I was doing to myself. 

I could feel Midorya's eyes on me, staring at me from his seat in the back of the class. It felt like his eyes were boring into my soul. His gaze felt wrong. I could feel the fear in it. 

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When the lunch bell rang, I got up and shuffled down to the cafeteria with everyone else. Instead of lining up to get food with everyone else, I sat at a table in the corner by myself. I wasn't hungry.

Mina was the first to come over to me. She noticed my clear lack of food and seemed worried.

"What's wrong, Kiri?" she questioned. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was all of a sudden hit with a giant wave of nausea. I closed my mouth and leaned down to the table, covering my mouth with my fist.

I picked my head up to see a troubled Mina. I tried again. 

"Just have the Bakusquad meet in your apartment after school," I said with a hoarse voice. Then I got up and headed to the bathroom.

Once I was there, I couldn't help letting off some stress, and blood.

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I don't know why I put little paragraphs like this at the bottom of my writing. I guess I like to ramble. I had fun writing this chapter. To me, it felt like it had more of Kirishima's internal thought and less "I did this" and "I did that." If you have thoughts or questions or suggestions to better my writing, or even just want to tell me how much I suck, leave it in the comments. I'll check them out. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed it!