Chapter 3- Plan

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(Btw, Izuku is 14, Dabi is 15)

Me and Dabi began talking. We've known each other for three months now! It's made me happy to finally have a friend....Even if he doesn't know about....what's happening to me.

Izuku was lounging in bed, bored and tired, when his phone buzzed. He looked. It was Dabi!
D) "Hey, I was wondering, do you want to collab for a video with me?"
I) "O-oh, sure!"
D) "Ok. Are you free tomorrow?"
I) "Yeah!"
D) "Do you know Tundra Shopping Centre?"
I) "Yeah?"
D) "Meet me at the entrance at 10am. I gotta go now, see ya"
I) "Ok, see you then!"

Izuku smiled to himself. He had been put into a pretty good mood, but he knew he wouldn't be in a good mood for long. He did his usual morning routine, and headed to school as usual.

At school, Deku had a surprisingly shitty time. A boy slammed him into a locker, he got kicked in the balls, someone stole his lunch, and as usual plenty of gay slurs were thrown at him. He hated to admit it, but the frequency and predictability of this new painful routine was becoming boring. In a strange, twisted way, he wanted it to be spiced up a bit. Some variety. Something original.

That's not to say it didn't hurt him, he just knew it was coming. And that's what hurt the most. He made it until near the end of the class, when he could feel his anxiety kick in.
"Shit...I forgot my Anxiety meds.." He muttered, as his instinctual stimming kicked in. He tapped his food quickly, he bit his lip, messed and pulled at his curly hair, his eye twitched, and his fingers tapped on the table.

It was a great relief when the bell rung. He sped out of the school, frantically running back home.
He finally made it, and slammed the door shut. He ran up the stairs, not caring about being quiet when he noticed his mother passed out drunk on the sofa.

He took out his phone, and began watching his comfort videos (Thomas Sanders on repeat), trying to calm himself.

The next day, Izuku got up, put on a long-sleeved white sweater, green flannel, black ripped jeans, and his usual red trainers.
He took out his makeup bag, putting on concealer and foundation to cover his heavy eye bags, and doing some pale pink eye makeup and jet black winged eyeliner.

Izuku grabbed some toast and a Capri sun, and headed out to catch the bus.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 04, 2020 ⏰

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