This Changes Everything (Depressed! Deku)

Part 5

She ignores my screech however, screaming ''Bitch is back!!'' as she tackles Bakugo to the floor.

''Excuse me hoe, I want a hug too!'' I screech, kicking her side gently. ''OH SHIT!!'' she screams when she finally pays attention to me. ''You finally fucking did it.'' she chuckles, wrapping me in a hug. ''Um... what the fuck?'' Mina says rather loudly. ''Oh, sorry.'' I mumble.

''Guys, this is-.'' I smile but get cut off my my crazy ass sister. ''Bitch! I can introduce myself you whore!'' she snarls. ''Kay-leigh's my american name. Keirii Midoriya's my japanese, I'm sister to this little pussy.'' she says, ruffling my hair. She starts speaking in english to me, ''You didn't tell me your name dipshit.'' she says. I reply in english too, ''Izuku and fuck you asshole... did you know your back because mom went back to that asshat?'' I say and she frowns. ''She's an idiot.'' Keirii says bluntly and I nod in agreement.

From now on, when text in speech is slanted ''like this'', it's english but if its normal ''like this'' its japanese, the language everyone in bnha speaks. Make sense? hope so.

''Hey fucktarts, japanese please! '' Bakugo groans. ''But why not scare everyone who can't understand us?'' me and Keirii say at the same time and chuckle. ''Okay~ I'm sorry. Keirii, you're coming with me.'' I say excitedly, grabbing her wrist and dragging her to my dorm.

I sit her on the bed before setting her bags and stuff down at the end of the bed and sitting across from her, on the bed. I'm worried Jirou's listening in so I speak in english. ''I get the surgery a month today. Mr Aizawa offered to pay and can we speak about this in english, Jirou has a hearing quirk.'' I say before stopping myself. ''Sorry.'' I whisper, realising I was muttering.

''What are your quirks anyway?'' I ask, paying attention to the slight colour shift in her hair down the middle, similar to Todoroki's except hers is a deep green and black. ''Levitation and fire manipulation. Yours?'' she asks. ''Um, it like, boosts everything about me like speed and strength and um... I can calm people instantly by singing, I can also hit pitches no one else can. I hit one so high I cancelled out my moms quirk once.'' I chuckle slightly. ''It's useless though so just forget it.'' I say, ashamed that I have such a crappy quirk.

''I think it's a great quirk but who did you get it from?'' she asks. ''I think it was grandma from mom's side.'' I say, thinking hard about it. ''Pretty ironic huh? Someone with anxiety has a calming quirk.'' I joke. She smiles sweetly, ''Hopefully I can help.''

We catch up and exchange numbers so I can add her to class 1-A group chat.

She's staying in my room tonight while they finish cleaning Mineta's room. I try to sleep but I fail and once it hits 3 am, I give up and head to the common room. I feel so empty. Mineta's dead and I know he was a pervert but he was also my friend even after he hurt me. He apologised and cried at my door for a whole hour just so I'd forgive him. But now he's gone... I just... what do I do now?

I'm so used to coming down here at night and seeing Mineta stealing snacks from the fridge or reading porno mags but now it's so quiet, desolate... isolated. I feel alone even though I'm surrounded by people who supposedly love me. I miss him and I'm never going to see him again and no one else seems to care that he's dead.

It isn't like he was my best friend but I'm still upset and scared that someone managed to do that. I wonder into the kitchen and look through the draw of random things, mostly just cookie cutters and spatulas but there's a few other things in there. A pocket knife, I grab it and sit at the counter. I open the blade and pull the collar of my shirt down.

I'm too smart to cut my arms and it's easier to hide if I cut my shoulders. I don't know what brought me to do this again but here we go. I press the blade against my shoulder and pull it slightly, cutting into my shoulder. I wince slightly but then I see a few drops of blood run down my shoulder and I feel a little better. It's so much easier to distract myself with physical pain than to deal with the mental pain because I'd just burden anyone I ask for help.