"I'm not a freak..." ||Depressed!Momo x Jirou||

Why me?

"We can't do this anymore."

These words haunted me every morning when I got up. They're Todoroki's words, of course.

Flashback

"Hi Todo!" I said, walking up to the rooftop. "What did you wanna talk about?" "Momo, it's about our relationship," he began. "We can't do this anymore." "Wh... what?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I just feel like there's nothing there." He apologized. "I hope this doesn't affect our friendship we had before this," he said before walking away. Once he closed the door to the stairs, I dropped to my knees, weak from heartbreak.

End of flashback

I got up and got into my uniform, put my hair up in a ponytail, and grabbed a pocket knife from my drawer. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I counted the cuts in my head and stopped, wrapping my arm in gauze and taping it to secure it. Good job, the voice praised me. You deserve this, useless shit. I put my uniform blazer on, and headed to the kitchen.

"Hi Yaomomo!" Mina greeted me enthusiastically. I put on my best fake smile, and said, "Hello Mina-San! How are you?" "I'm doing great!" She replied. I grabbed some bread and toasted it, spreading buttery on it after putting it on a plate. I got some water and take out a pill bottle, taking three. They look small, but they're very strong pain pills. I put them in a prescription bottle to disguise them. Jirou walked in and leaned toward next to me. "Hey Momo, what's up?" She asked. "Nothing much!" I replied. "We should head to class," Jirou said, grabbing some pop tarts. She offered me one, but I turned it down.

I put the prescription bottle back into my bag along with a water bottle, and zipped it closed. Jirou and I walked together to school, and sat down in our seats.

I couldn't understand most of the questions on the page that Aizawa Sensei had Iida hand out. Of course. You're just a dumb, useless shit. Why did you expect to know anything? The voice said. I could feel the tears waiting to flood my eyes. I asked to use the restroom and brought my backpack with me.

In a restroom stall, I opened my bag and took out my pocket knife. I cut myself several times until my arm was bleeding enough to drip onto the floor. I wiped it up using toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet, covered my arm with gauze and secured it with gauze tape, then put everything back in my bag. Once I unrolled my blazer sleeve, I opened the toilet stall and ran a little bit of water over my hands and dried them to make it seem like I washed my hands, then went back to the classroom.

Sorry this is so short TwT