Not Okay (Depressed Deku x Bakugou) {!Under Editing!}

3-Gone

Ummmmm...
Look at the picture before starting this sad chapter.

(Deku's POV)

I leaned my head against them e locked the door and slowly slid to sit on the floor.

Thankfully nobody was knocking or trying to break down the door but the class group chat was blowing up.

Iida: Izuku are you okay?

Kirishima: Bro, sorry for pushing it.

Bakugo: Damn nerd, text back.

Uraraka: Deku are you okay? Do you want me to come over?

Denki: Dude, what's up with you???

Todoroki: Why are you not texting back? Are you okay? Do I need to come over?

Uraraka: Why won't he text us back?

Bakugo: Why do you think we Fucking know?

Kirishima: Calm down Bakubro, she was just asking.

Bakugo: SHUT UP Shitty hair!!!

After contemplating what I should don't decided to texed back before Kacchan comes and breaks down my door.

Izuku: I'm okay, just a long day.

Uraraka: OMG, thank God for your okay. I was starting to think you were dead.

Denki: Same.

Todoroki: Stop overreacting he didn't answer for ten minutes, not the years.

Iida: True, but we were worried when he ran off without saying anything.

Kirishima: Well we did kinda pressures him into a very uncomfortable situation. Again, sorry.

Iida: I also apologies for my actions towards you.

Izuku: I going to go have a nap, okay.

I turned off my phone without looking at there response. I sighed before getting up and walking to my bedroom.

I changed into a comfy sweater and a pair of sweat pants. I collapsed onto my bed and sighed again.

My stomach grumbled for food that it wasn't going to get. I touched my stomach the pain almost unbearable but it was this or be fat. I took a deep breath before releasing my stomach, if you could even call it that at this point.

I look around my room before an aching a pair of headphones on my desk. I plugged it into my phone and turned on my music.

I listened to my music, lost in thought when I looked back at my phone it was already 6:30.

"We're the hell is she!" I exclaimed, accidentally.

I slapped my hand on my mouth as if my father would hear me.

I quickly looked around my apartment to see if she was there, but she was nowhere to be seen.

My head started to hurt from the tsunami of thoughts and scenarios I had created. I exhaled trying to get my shit together.

I started pacing in the small living room. I was pulling on my hair trying to think of a plan. My head was spinning, my heart was racing as I panicked.

I wasn't allowed to call the police because she's a runaway. And she wouldn't still be in detention because it's almost 7 pm. So where did she go?

I rushed to the door and put on my red shoes and grabbed a black sweater from the couch. I opened the door and walked down the stairs careful not to trip.