This Is Still An Act, Right? (Fake Dating Tododeku)

It's Not Tragically Beautiful [Self harm]

Mineta's POV (im sorry but it's essential for the plot)

It was way too late to still be up, even though the next day was a Saturday. I was watching...uhh...um... a spicy video of Midnight and Mt. Lady. You can't blame me! Midnight's tits are to die for, Mt. Lady's ass is mouthwatering, ugh help. 

Denki was a dumbass like usual and had broken my headphones a few days ago. So, I turned down the volume a bit as the ahem noises got loud. I held my phone close to my ear, but I heard something muffled from Midoriya's room. I swear to God, is that lucky bastard fucking Tsu? She has pretty great boobs for a frog. I'll never forgive him. I leaned close to the wall

"I'm not gay! I like Uraraka!" As if this was an anime, I rubbed my hands together diabolically. This is just too perfect...

Todoroki's POV

(MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! SELF-HARM IS BELOW)

I'm not some angel who wants to go home. I'm not doing something tragically beautiful. I'm not doing something edgy or cool. What I am doing is not an aesthetic. What I am doing is not for attention. What I am doing is not an Instagram or Tumblr post. Blood isn't beautifully swirling down the bath drain as I sob holding my knees. My lover isn't bursting through the door and saying the perfect, comforting words.

I'm softly crying as I lightly drag a razor across my unscarred upper thigh. I had always thought about doing this, an overwhelming amount in fact. I had read enough stories to know that I would feel shame and guilt, that hiding it would be difficult, that it would be itchy, that I would regret it. However, at that very moment, I knew what I needed to do no matter the consequences. I cut for the first time, and then went deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

I slightly smiled as the blood dripped down my thigh. The sight of the red blood calmed me, and it made me realize just how anxious I had been before. It was the perfect safety valve. 

I had always thought about doing this to make me feel alive, to not feel numb and dead inside. Except, fighting in class always woke me up. Today, however, was writing about our hero ideals. 

I had always thought about doing this to punish me, like that exam with Momo. 

I had always thought about doing this as a call for help, for someone to finally notice and help me. 

But I guess defying God by being gay, helplessly loving Midoriya, and losing my drawing was enough. 

I sat up abruptly as I realized the blood was beginning to drip on my sheets and floor. Luckily, my floor was tile, but, as for the sheets, I couldn't claim I was on my period or something. I grabbed one of the wraps my dad had bought me in the bathroom and quickly wrapped it around my thigh. It would be believable enough. We are UA students, after all. 

I then curled up in bed and fell asleep quickly. It was an anti-climatic ending, but I had finally done it...