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Ch.35- New Year, Old Stories

Arc 8- Bandages

Midoryia's POV
All summer Vacation.

40 days.

Kacchan didn't show any signs of waking up.

Everyone had visited him and tried to talk to him, but still nothing. I would spend nights and days with him. I barely even stayed the dorms anymore. And yet here we are, heading out of the dorms and back to UA as 2nd years.

Without Kacchan

"Hey Midoryia. Are you ok?" Kirishima asked me as he put a hand on my shoulder.

"No I'm not. Kacchan's not even here, and the doctors are saying his chances are getting slimmer by the day. I just.....it's all too much for me right now." I said, tightly gripping onto my backpack and avoiding eye contact. I could already feel the tears building up.

"You gotta be strong. For Bakubro. I'm sure he would want you to."

I nodded my head while Kirishima patted my back

"Now then, let's head off to our school!" Kirishima said, beginning to ran off and met the others up front. I chuckled at his actions, following closely behind. We finally made it to the school, feeling freshly new. Everyone began to walk to Class 2-A, opening the wide doors once again to head inside. But everyone's breaths and chatter cane to a silence after making contact with the room in front of them.

"It feels...kinda empty doesn't it?" Iida asked taking his seat.

"Y-yeah. Your right." Uraraka simply agreed; both the class and her following suit on what Iida did.

"It's cause of Bakubro isn't it?"

"Of course it's about Kacchan. It just feels....incomplete without him."

"Almost like, he's dead....."

"Don't say stuff like that, Uraraka! Kacchan is not dead!" I shouted enraged, slamming my palms on the desk and lifting myself out of it.

"Deku! You need to at least face the chance that he could be! He could die right now and we wouldn't know until later!" She shouted, also getting up from her seat.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I'm not going to sit here and let some wannabe hero talk shit about my boyfriend!"

"Fuck off Mr. I-think-I'm-better-than-everyone-else!"

"You're a bitch!"

"No! You're just a egotistical piece of shit who thinks that everyone will be safe because your here! Well guess what?! Were you there when Bakugou slit his wrist in that seat right in front of you?! Were you there when Bakugou was being raped on the rooftop?! Were you even there when he slit his wrist in the MOTHERFUCKIN BATHTUB?! Huh?! WERE YOU, DEKU?!"

"I'm so sick of your fuckin bullshit. Who the fuck do you think you are to bring up any of that?!"

"We knew all of the shit anyways Deku! This isn't some brand new information!"

"I. Don't. Care! You have no right to bring up any of his past! Especially the rape!"

"Oh fuck you! It's been brought up by the news outlets and articles all over the place! So that's not even new either!"

"I'm done. Fuck you I don't have to deal with any of this.And especially from you, Uraraka." I finished the argument off with a middle finger towards the usual bubbly brat, storming out of the classroom with my backpack in hand. I could hear the yelling and shouts of my name but I could care less. It's not worth it to go back.