//Izuku POV\\
Wednesday, 4:24 p.m
We chat amongst ourselves quietly, the only people in the common room being Mina, Kaminari, and Sero who seem to be playing Mario Kart in the living room. They only seemed to acknowledge us- or me- as we walked in the kitchen and looked for food. They greeted me with few questions before immediately getting back into their yelling. I tried to dodge answering as best as I could about the bandages, but they managed to distract themselves. They seemed to be too invested in the game."HAHAHA! TAKE THAT, DENKI!" Mina yelled loudly in triumph. I looked over to see that she had gotten first place.
"DAMNIT!" Kaminari yelled as he leaned on the couch from where he was on the floor. Sero only laughed at the two and Mina seemed to keep taunting Kaminari. Their interactions made me laugh to myself.
"Katsudon for you... and I'll get some mochi." Uraraka states blandly as I become caught off guard.
"U-Uhm, no! No, uh, katsudon seems way too hard to make right now, right?-" Uraraka only cuts me off.
"Oh, shush. While I would make you katsudon right here right now if I had to, We have some from lunchtime. The group thought it would be nice to give it to you when we came back. Sorry it isn't as hot as it used to be so we can always reheat it if you want to," Uraraka smiles as I just smile back.
"Y-yeah. Let's just reheat it. Also.. Uhm.. Thank you and the others for doing this for me. You didn't have to." I rub my neck and Uraraka rolls her eyes with a playful groan.
"You don't need to always thank me now.." She waits for a few seconds before the microwave beeps (idk if you can actually reheat katsudon or anything hh) and she pulls it out as steams forms. She sets it on the table as I wrap a rag around the bowl and bring it to the table. After a minute or so, Uraraka brings her Mochi over and I start to explain what has happened as Uraraka listens intently and nods along.
"I.. Yeah..," I sigh awkwardly, finished with retelling the whole.. incident. "And when I woke up.. I had a flower on my face..Haha.." I answer slowly, holding my water bottle in front of me as I stare at it. Of course, I didn't explain everything. I don't think I could. I gave her some details, but I'm trying not to remember it. Uraraka has stayed silent for the most part.
"Are you going to tell recovery girl all the details? I know you didn't tell me everything,- And you don'ts have to! I just.. She is the nurse and it was probably... How do I explain this?" Uraraka sighs and rubs her head with her palm before looking back at me.
"Deku.. Uh, This might be personal, And you don't have to answer it- I'm just wondering... Do you have any.. Uh.. Do you have anxiety?" She asks me with a worried and curious tone as I think about it. If I were to be honest, I haven't been diagnosed, but it seems that I have anxiety. I remember having to deal with panic attacks in middle school and I've always been an over-thinker and worried person..
"Y-yeah.. I think so.. I'm not sure. I-I'm not diagnosed, S-so please take that answer with a grain of s-salt.." I answer quietly, keeping my eyes on the table. (Remember kids, if you aren't diagnosed with anything, don't say you have it, k? >:( )
"Is it... Scary?" She asks as I feel her staring at me.
"...Uhm.." I look up at her slightly. Upon noticing, she just gives a warm smile.
"I... Yeah.. Yeah, it can be...I think.." I respond with I think just in case she takes it as fact.
"Does.. Does recovery girl know about that? Y'know maybe you should get diagnosed or something. It could help, y'know." She answers before drinking some of her own water as I think for a second. I could If I wanted to. But I don't see a problem. I've always learned how to handle it on my own. I was forced to handle it on my own. I didn't want to worry my mom even more back then and I had no friends who could help me. I don't think this is any different. I've always been on my own.
"I don't know.. I don't think she knows. I never talked to her about it. Maybe she already knows and just doesn't say anything about it. A-and.. I guess it could help, I just.. don't want to. I don't think it's that big of a deal." I rub my neck nervously as I flinch when Denki yells in the background. They seemed to be silent a second ago, probably concentrating, only to go back to laughing and yelling. I turn around at them as Denki throws his arms in the air.
"HAHAHA! TAKE THAT MINA! I WON! FAIR AND SQUARE!" He laughs as Mina looks like she is about to throw the controller at his head. It's honestly funny, the thought that Uraraka and I are having a somewhat.. "Serious" conversation while they play Mario Kart. Uraraka looks at them and back at me. She smiles.
"We can talk about this another time if you want. How about we go show those three how to really play Mario kart?" She speaks with fake malice and a grin. The thought cheers me up immediately and I smirk.
"Oh, yeah. Let's do it." I agree without another thought as Uraraka stands up and walks over to the others with a wave.
"Mind if we join? Just a warning: We are pretttty good!" Uraraka calls at them as they all laugh.
"Oh, it's on!" Mina calls out as I walk over and join the fun.
//Todoroki POV\\
6:23 p.m
I set my pencil down and run a hand through my hair as I groan to myself. I pick my phone up and check my it, unlocking it and going to Midoriya's contact. A pit in my stomach forms as I get increasingly worried. I want to go and check up on him, but I heard he got sick and he probably just feels tired and doesn't want to spend energy talking to people, much less me. Maybe I could bring him something.. But what? Soup? His favorite meal?Iida, Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Me all decided to get Midoriya something at lunch today, though I wonder how he would even know about it. All Uraraka said was," Leave it to me!" and that was it.
Lately, It feels less and less likely that Midoriya even considers somebody like me a friend anymore. I don't know what I did, and I wish I could find out and apologize, but there isn't much I can do. I would talk to Kirishima or any of the other..."Dekusquad," members, but it feels embarrassing and Kirishima is busy with Bakugo all the time. Though I'm not mad that he is busy with him. If I had a... boyfriend.. I'd want to spend time with them, too. I'd want to spend time with.. Midoriya.
I press Midoriya's contact and type out a message.
Me: Hey, Did I do something wrong? Or is something in general wrong? I'm not good with emotions, but you can still talk to me.
I wait for a minute before seeing three dots and then a message pop up.
Midoriya: No! Im just feeling reallly sick and Im kinda tired haha.
I stare with a feeling of despair as I think about how that's probably a lie to make me feel better. Midoriya would do anything to help somebody else out. It's what I admire about him. Even if he hates me, or if somebody hates him, he would still go out of his way to cheer them up. Still, I've noticed the way Midoriya types, and whiles it's better than the last time, there still are mistakes that he would never usually make.. It all just sounds fake.. Am I worrying too much?In the end, I stay up later than usual, an amazing person stuck on my mind mixed with worried thoughts and feelings. It's all a jumbled mess. I can't sleep again. Instead, I just scroll through my phone, the memory of me setting it down around 4 a.m for a second before I fell asleep.
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A/N: Ahahaha Todoroki what's going on with you and sleep? Smhhh...
AAALLLSSSO School got shut down for the rest of the year and I- :( F R I C K ONLINE SCHOOLING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
aLSO uhm sorry if these chapters aren't that good or anything. The whole quarantine thing is getting rid of my motivation to do anything hh
AlsO uH, i had uraraka ask deku about like anxiety and such cuz midoriya never thinks about himself and never thought ," Hm tHis iSn'T nOrMAL." so-
okay bye, have fun with quarantine hhhhh
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