conclusions

chapter 7

Denki's POV

After playing Uno for about 15 minutes it was already down to just the Bakusquad (minus Bakugo since it was way too late), Deku, Todoroki and us.

After a few more minutes the game is over and we all decide to call it a night. We say our goodbyes and Shinso leads Eri back to her room. While I'm waiting for him to return, I look around his bedroom.

I knew it would be wrong to look in his drawers, but I did. I opened up his desk drawer and the first thing I saw was a visibly torn up journal that was black with some dark red stains. The pages were slightly ripped and the cover was falling off. I opened it up and there were more dark red stains splattered across making it harder to read. In a messy handwriting it read:

Possible suicide techniques
Drowning: possible
Blood loss: possible; location would need to be far away and alone
Overdose: too young
Burning: possible if alone
Shooting: can't acquire a gun
Starvation: difficult but possible
Jump off a roof: extremely possible and easy

At that point I was already in tears. The dark red stains were now accompanied by water droplets soaking into the pages.

I dug around in the drawer a bit more and found a pocket knife covered in blood, along with a razor, sleeping pills, and another pocket knife blood free.

I pick up the razor and knives still sobbing, and take them over to the toilet flushing them to be forgotten. I lean over the toilet and my tears cause the toilet water to splash up and hit my face.

"I'm bac-" Shinso says and notices me hunched over the toilet bawling my eyes out. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asks and walks over sitting next to me on the ground.

I immediately tackle him in a secure hug. "Don't do it Shinso... Please don't do it." He raises an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Why were you cutting yourself?" I cry into his shoulder and look up to see absolute regret and pain in his eyes. I look over at his arms and see fading makeup. "Shinso..." I look up at him with hopeful eyes.

"My previous class did it..." He sighs. "Class 1-C was terrible to me. Calling me names. Telling me I'm not good enough. My quirk is fit for a villain.

"Everyday those vial words lingered in the back of my head to haunt me day by day. I started to feel unworthy. Incapable. Weak. Depressed.

"I drove myself insane. My insomnia got much worse and my brain got messed up. I spoke to dad about it and he agreed to transfer me after Mineta's expulsion.

"They're not my original dads you know. My old parents were drug addicts. They hated me. Called me a mistake and once I was even thrown out the window. I still have a scar from one of the glass shards.

"I was 3... One day I was talking to one of my only friends about it. My teacher overheard and contacted child care services who soon took me away from my parents, and what an amazing day that was. After maybe a year or so I was adopted by Underground Hero: Eraserhead and Present Mic. I wanted to take after them and become a hero... But class 1-C made it so much harder for me."

I looked up at him with what I would imagine to be horror. I was so ashamed for them! Causing someone stronger than all of them combined to do that. He could have ended their lives with his quirk and got away with it but he chose not to.

I stand up and walk towards the door. "Where are you going?" Shinso asks. I don't respond and just walk out the door speed walking to the elevator with determination in my eyes.

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Sorry it's so short :)