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

18- 2 pounds

The ride home was quite like most drives with dad. But I was content and I felt... I guess okay. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time, it was nice.

I felt a smile form on my face as we pulled into the driveway.

"Did you have fun?" Dad cut the silence.

"Yeah, I did," I said in a clear and cheerful voice.

I seemed happy with my answer. We walked through the door to be greeted by Shinso walking down the stairs. Pops must be working.

"You look happy." The purple hair boy said.

He and I weren't close because he stayed in his room most of the time and I did the same. So it was mutual.

He looked at me with pricing eyes when I smiled at him.

"Oh, and I can see why." He said as he pulled the rim of my hoodie to the side exposing the Hickey.

Dad looked at him puzzled before looking at my neck. He placed a hand on his hip as Shinso walked back to his room.

"I'm not angry, but who?" Dad asked.

He said he wasn't angry but his eyes said something different. I looked at him a blush appearing on my face.

"Kacchan," I said looking down.

Dad sighed before resting his hand from his hips.

"I assumed so." He said.

"Can I leave now?" I asked.

He nodded and I ran up to my room. I sighed as I close the door behind me, at least he didn't seem mad anymore. And who cares I was happy, I was dating my crush.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at my self in the mirror, my hair was a mess. I giggled and opened the mirror which was also a small cabinet. I opened it but my hairbrush wasn't in there like it usually was.

I crunched my eyebrows before bending down and opening the cabinet under the sink. I looked in it and didn't find my hairbrush but a glass digital scale.

I hadn't seen it there before, so seeing it surprised me. I pulled it out and placed it on the tile floor of the bathroom.  I looked at it before unclipping my tube from the bag and placing it on the floor.

I removed the rest of my clothes so I was left in a pair of boxers. I looked at it one more time before stepping on it allowing it. The last time I weighed myself I was 102 pounds. Now I was 104 pounds.

I rushed out of the bathroom and locked the door to my bedroom. I ran back in the bathroom and stepped back on the scale. It had to be wrong, right?

104lb

Again

104lb

Again

104lb

I started to cry after doing this a while longer. 2 pounds, such a small number made me mad and disappointed.

I could feel the tears run down my eyes. 

Fat

It was the voice in my head, I forgot what it sounded like. But now it was back.

You pig

Just kill yourself

Useless

You're completely useless

But the voice sounded familiar somehow.it wasn't mine, but a man's voice. I just tried to ignore it, I closed my eyes. Tears still in my eyes.

I tried to picture something happy. I was brought back to my second foster home.