Trigger warning: suicide, self harm, cringy POV first person writing, delicate topics handled like luggage at an airport - the basics of fanfiction
it's bakudeku-
Fine, FINE, fine I'll write this, ugh. Apparently, a bunch of people liked this? I can't imagine why, but since a lot of those same weirdos (just kidding I love you) asked me to continue writing (comments I studiously ignored) I will. Though the thought of making myself suffer writing in a honestly awkward and pretentious style is painful, I've decided to rewrite the whole fic. I've had some practice in writing since last updating this fic, so I am more of a 'mediocre ao3 fanfic writer' rather than a 'pretty good wattpad writer." An upgrade, surely.
What all of that means, is that I'll create some angsty angsty writing, and most likely create another fic to share it with all of you beautiful people, mostly so this, can continue to live it's happy life on my wall of shame.
Now, you deserve some wholesome child Izuku art for reading my story, it must have been very painful. Enjoy!
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