Aizawa's Cat (Old)

Chapter 12

Katsuki was pissed off. Izuku had been ignoring him and Shoto for a week, no matter how he had tried to corner the smaller boy he always found a way to leave. Once he had even transformed his legs into fucking Cheetah legs and sprinted away.

"You need to calm down." Red eyes glared at the boy laying on his own bed. They had moved to the dorms a few days ago after the major shit show that was the USJ; Katsuki wasn't touching that fuck-up with a six foot pole.
"Half'n'half you better explain right the fuck now why I shouldn't march my way down to his dorm and demand an explanation!"

Mismatched eyes rolled in their sockets,
"Apart from the fact he will just run away again? Unless you have become more adept at catching various animals in the past few days, we need a new plan." The blonde slumped next to Shoto with an angry huff.
"I'm all ears." Bakugo's thoughts wandered as he waited.
'Why do this to us 'Zuku? Everything was fine, better than fine.' His mind flitted back to the sleepover. 'I had you where I wanted you.' His head tilted slightly, 'I had you both where I wanted you.'

His relationship with Todoroki had bloomed since Izuku had ignored them, getting to the point where the blonde just wanted to kiss him senseless but he was holding back. 'Not until all this shit is over with and we have Izuku back.'

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At the same time Izuku was pacing his bedroom, hands fisted in his hair. His mum had been put in prison yesterday and ever since he had no respite from the voice in his head.
*This is your fault! You should punish yourself! You destroy everything you touch! No one could love a monster like you!*
Tears streamed down his face, he was tired. The voice was wearing at him, it never shut up!

As if in a daze Izuku fumbled under his bed, searching for something he hadn't used in years. He felt like he was just watching as his body moved to sit on the floor, rolling up his left sleeve.
'I don't want to do this!'
His fingers fumbled with the blade before placing it against his wrist.
'Stop!'
He watched helplessly as his hand dragged the blade, blood blooming almost instantly and rolling to land on his trousers. He struggled to take back control as line after line was scored into his flesh.
'Stop! Please stop!'

After what seemed like a lifetime, Izuku finally managed to grab some control back and managed to climb back into himself where he sat panting. His arm was a mess, the ten lines scored into his arm were bleeding sluggishly.
'What-what was that?'
He tried to get his breathing under control as he used an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding.
'I couldn't stop!'
*You deserved it!*
Izuku froze.
'Did that voice somehow take over? How-what?'

The greenette bandaged his arm quickly, throwing on the closest long sleeved item in his wardrobe. It scared him. The voice had been with him for as long as he could remember but all it usually did was throw insults. It had never taken over him before. 'How did it even do that? Will it happen again?' His hands shook as he reached for his phone.
'I need help!'

He never reached his phone. Just as his fingers touched it, a fog crept over him again.
*No one can know.*