It's My Fault // Depressed Midoriya x Shoto Todoroki

Blade, Blood, and Black - Chapter 4

I'm going to go back and name all of the chapters and add photos, because I feel like I need to put more effort into this-

⚠️BIG TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM - IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS SUBJECT PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER OR PART OF IT!!⚠️

-Continuation of last chapter-

Midoriya's POV

"How did you g-get in my brain?.. and why?!" I'm  confused. I'm scared. I want scream. I want it to go away. But I don't think it's going to...

"Look, kid, I don't know how I'm here, but I do know why. I'm here to break you. Now go find something sharp." His voice is playful, yet frightening. Every word that leaves his mouth sounds like a threat...

"W-what?.. why?!" My body, as well as my voice, are now shaking like crazy. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, as my body temperature begins to rise rapidly. Is this what a panic attack is?

 The voice starts yelling at me, seemingly aggravated at my question. "BECAUSE I SAID SO! NOW GO, MORON!" 

"But w-what do you w-want me to d-do with it?" now stammering like a mad man, I ask yet another question.

"Why, slit your wrists of course!" He sounds so calm, yet happy saying that...  he's absolutely horrible

"And why would I do that?! That would hurt me and affect my hero career!" Now I'm getting mad. Why would he tell me to do such a thing when it would keep me from achieving my dream?!

"Well, yes, that is true, but I would leave you alone for a while~" this time I don't respond.

"And plus, it would make you feel something."

At this, my eyes widen. "....fine."

"Good boy. Now go."

I begin walking, and open my drawer in the bathroom. Inside is a razor. I pick it up, and take off the blade, now holding only the sharp object in the palm of my small, frail hand. Slowly, I put the  blade to my wrist and drag it down.

3rd Person POV

As Midoriya drags the blade across his delicate wrist, small beads of blood begin to seep through his skin.

1 cut.. 2... 4.. the blood starts streaming down his arm. 7... 8.. black.

The frail boy falls to the cold tile floor, unconscious due to blood loss.

About 40 minutes later

Midoriya's emerald eyes open slowly to see puddles of blood underneath his arms. Panicking, he quickly sits up, which was a mistake. 

Though he was still very dizzy, he pushed himself to get up and pack. 

Midoriya's POV 

"So that wasn't a nightmare, huh.." 

I get up, despite my legs being practically made of jello now. 

At least he's gone...

I wash the dried blood off my arm, and carefully wrap it in some spare bandages from the last time I broke my arm using my quirk.

I then clean the floor and sink of the bathroom, making sure to get rid of all of the blood stains.

I begin to pack my things. 

Time-skip to when he's packed his crap

After packing, I realize that I have no way to get to the dorms... I could ride my bike, but with my bags, that wouldn't be possible. 

Suddenly, my phone dings. It's a text message from Aizawa-Sensei. 

Aizawa-Sensei💤 - Would you like me to pick you up and take you to the dorms, since you aren't able to drive there, Problem Child?

Small Might💪 - I was actually just thinking about how I was going to get there! That'd be great, thank you Sensei! ^^

Aizawa-Sensei💤 - alright, I'll be there in about 10 minutes. Make sure you have all of your things ready in the meantime

Small Might💪  - Will do! Cya!

I check my bags to make sure I have everything I need, but then an image flashes through my head. The razor. 

I reluctantly walk to the bathroom, and open the drawer, taking out my razor, a few extra blades, and a roll of bandages.

'Just incase...' I think, but I know it isn't just incase, I'm certain I'm going to need them again. 

I sprint to my room, realizing that Aizawa-Sensei is going to be here any second, and he can't see the things in my hands. 

I put the items in my bag, and right as I zip it up, the doorbell rings.

Word count: 680

I'm very sorry for not updating in SO long... I've been extremely unmotivated and was procrastinating on practically everything for about a week. So I'm very sorry :c wait who am I talking to?- I'm pretty sure nobody reads this, so I'll stop talking now. Oh, one more thing, if this has typos, such as misspellings, incorrect uses of words, incorrect comma placement, or accidentally writing something in, say, 3rd person, when it was supposed to be in 1st person, please tell me. I haven't been proofreading most of the time, because I get hella lazy, so please let me know if this has any typos. Thanks! ^^