Fixing myself (a KiriDeku fanfic)

Chapter 6

Hello, anyone sticking around to read this. A couple of things. First, is it stupid that I got really excited over 9 reads! It's so cool! I'm a random writer among all the rest of everyone else on this app and people are reading my stuff! It's so cool! Secondly, someone I know in real life read this and told me I'm one hell of a writer, so that was a nice boost of confidence. I'm rambling, aren't I? Anyway. the person who said this is probably reading this right now. In that case, hello friend. You know who you are. Anyway, enjoy!I'll be changing up the perspective a bit. Again, I don't condone cutting yourself. It is harmful to both your physical and mental health. If you feel the urge to commit self-harm, you should contact a professional. Sorry that this beginning thing is really long, but I would also like to say that I don't know what I am talking about. This story is a guess about how I think something like that would go. Don't think that is is how any of that stuff would go. This beginning is about 200 words itself.

Izuku's POV

It was only yesterday that I walked in on Kirishima cutting himself.

I regret not staying, questioning him, stopping him. I just ran away, like a coward. I got so scared when he didn't come to the dorm for over 4 hours, and it was the biggest relief in my life when I heard the door open and close. That night, I got no sleep.

In the morning, it was so awkward. I felt like I needed to say something. I asked him how long he'd been doing in for. When he said that he'd been harming himself for as long as he had, my stomach just dropped, and then he showed me his wrists.

His wrists. I hadn't really paid much attention to the bracers he wore around his wrists. They were an accessory. It wasn't anything incriminating. But now, I couldn't get my mind, or my eyes, off of them.

When I left school and went to my dorm, he wasn't there. I knew he didn't have breakfast, and I didn't see him get any lunch, so I thought the least I could do was make him something since it was my fault he had neither.

I got to work cooking and I whipped up some eggs, bacon, and toast, left it on the counter with a note for Kirishima, and then went to bed. I was exhausted.

When I slept, I saw his face behind my closed eyelids. I saw him in my sleep. I dreamt of him. His blazing red hair, his ruby-red eyes, his smile, just him.

Damn, Kirishima. Why won't you get out of my head?

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Sorry, that was a short one. I told you that it would be mostly filler. I think I am good, I'm not too far off the KiriDeku aspect of the story. I know what I want to do with this story, it's just getting there that's the problem. oh well, such is the joy of writing. Hope you enjoyed this story, and I hope you're having a good day!