The fall

Together at last?

WARNING!!!
THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN SUICIDE ATTEMPT, CUTTING, AND SELF HATRED TOUGHS+ A BIT OF SMUT, SORRY! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, well... I will say when it started and when it ended 🖤

What happened in the last chapter:

"I turned my phone off and went to the world of dreams almost instantaneously, but I only found nightmares."

This chapter:
Izuku's POV:

     My night was perfect! It was the first night I didn't had nightmares ever since my mother died...

     The first classes were amazing as always, and normal too, when the "P.E" class was starting, the principal went to our class and started talking:

-Students, from now on, you'll be having a heavy training.

     And before he could open the door to leave, I spoke up:

-Why?

He turned around and looked at me:

-Excuse me?

-If we are going to start heavy training, there must be a reason, right? So... Why?

-Good question...-He looked at me with amusement- Well, do you remember the villain that attacked you, the one with the hands?

-Of course.

-So, he is coming back stronger, with allies even stronger. So how he already knows this class, he is coming for you, he knows your weak and strong points, your quirks, etcetera. And most importantly, he knows that you are strong and-

-Excuse me, sir. Not wanting to be rude but... I-I mean... How do I put that... Hum... For example... Todoroki, Kacc-I mean Bakugou, Momo... THEY are strong, but the ones like me and Mineta, for example... Well... We're simply not...

     Everyone was looking at me with horror as if I had killed someone, but Kacchan was with a different look... He looked, proud and a little worried too...

-You must be very brave to talk back and cut the principle like that...-He paused, and after some time of tension, he continued-And I totally disagree with you.

     At that rate, I should be having one of my panic attacks or maybe I would just cry and lower my head... But I didn't... I was with my head up, looking the principal in the eyes, not one tear dared to start. Not even I was believing it.

-You may be weak- He proceeded- but not emotionally. You can keep calm and focused on a stressful situation, think quick and work even quicker. When a friend or a even a stranger needs help, you don't hesitate, instead, you get stronger and faster. Obviously physical strength is important, but alone? It's nothing. You understand?- I nod and he continues- Anyways, you are the only class that is going to be training harder.
     When he left, EVERYONE (even sensei) was looking at me in complete disbelief.

-So... Hum... Put your suits and let's go.
     He was surely nervous and embarrassed by the way I talked to the director, but I couldn't be feeling better and I think Kacchan felt the same:

-That was amazing!- He told me when we were a little behind from the rest of the class, it was the first time he said something like that to me, ever since that day on eight grade...

IT STARTED THE FIRST WARNING

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰Flashback〰〰〰〰〰〰
     My mother, my TRUE mother had died and I had been adopted by a couple that seemed so kind and sweet... But they weren't... They were worse then Kacchan when he used to hit me... Way worse...
     That was when I started cutting and having darker thoughts... I had Kacchans phone number, so he would text me when he needed me to pass a homework that he hasn't done and things like that... I would always answer in a second. But this day I didn't... The only reason was that I was in the bathtub, with a very sharp knife, my stepmom was in the kitchen and didn't notice that the knife was missing... I made two large cuts on both my arms, from my hands to my elbows. And I just stood there, laying on the bathtub, waiting.
     Until I heard a knock on the door downstairs, she opens the door: