Worthless Necessity [HitoZuku]

Chapter 150 - A memory of how we used to be

Midoriya slammed the door shut, and promptly dropped his hoodie on the ground as he clumsily fiddled with the broken lock. He staggered backwards, flinching as the cool, tiled wall made contact with the sensitive, scarred skin on his back.

He sank to the ground weakly, his back rubbing against the tiled wall, aggravating it slightly, until he was seated on the ground. He pulled his legs up, huddled up in the corner of the stall, the familiar, bone-deep exhaustion seeping through his entire body.

The air around him felt like ice, phantom fingers brushing against the discoloured, bumpy skin, like a reminder of all his failures. His scars were an indication that he wasn't good enough, that he would never be good enough.

The large scarred patch on his back, evidence that he hadn't been strong enough against Shigaraki when they raided the school.

The burn scar on his stomach, a failed suicide attempt. The scar above his stomach, and on his arms and shoulders, caused by Chisaki and Midoriya's own failure to properly counteract Chisaki's ridiculously versatile quirk.

The long, large scar that stretched from his shoulder to his hip, and the various smaller scars littered across his body, a reminder that he wasn't strong enough, both when he was kidnapped by the League, and when the League decided to crash their license exams.

Midoriya could probably recount exactly what had happened to warrant each scar, whether it had been inflicted by someone else, or was of his own doing. But all his scars shared one thing in common, and it was that they were evidence of how utterly useless and worthless he was.

Hot tears of shame trickled down his cheeks, and Midoriya tried to use his gloves to wipe them away. He was useless, and the only he could do now was cry. He wasn't careful, and now, everyone had seen his scars, all the proof of how his existence was a mistake, all the reasons why he was a worthless Deku.

He should have used a different stall. He should have known that he would do something wrong.

He should have known that despite how nice and caring his classmates were, that didn't change the fact that he was weak and useless.

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It didn't take too long for the rest of the boys to exit the changing room, leaving only Kirishima, Koda, Iida, Todoroki, and Shinsou.

"Hello? Tenya? You guys okay?" They heard Uraraka call out from behind the door, "Tsu's with me, and you guys took a long time to change so we waited. Everyone seemed really upset!"

"What should we do?" Kirishima asked, as Shinsou knocked on the stall door and called out again, "Izuku?"

"You think you can handle Izuku?" Iida turned to Shinsou, and the lavender haired boy merely nodded, and Todoroki spoke up, "We'll explain what happened to Aizawa-sensei and the other teachers. And Ochako and Tsu. We'll leave Izuku to you."

"Alright." Shinsou faced his friends, "Thank you."

Iida, Kirishima, Koda, and Todoroki exited the changing room, and Shinsou could hear some muffled talking from right outside the door, but he couldn't really make out what was being said.

He turned back to the stall door, and knocked again, "Hey, Zuku... Are you alright?"

Once again, there was no response, and silence filled the room.

"Zuku... please..." Shinsou murmured, "At least... please just answer..."

He heard the sound of something moving, and the door swung open slightly. He gently pushed the door open, noticing that the disfigured plastic lock was now loose, and it had probably fallen down on its own due to gravity.