Healing (Hitoshi x Izuku)-Discontinued-

Chapter 7

Izuku's POV

Thankfully my first class was a basic art class. We just went over the class rules and the, rather lazy, teacher just rolled up into a sleeping bag on the floor and told us to free draw for the rest of the hour long period. 'What a mood'

I hadn't been able to concentrate for the life of me. I paid no attention to what was said or anything around me. My mind too busy focusing on the fact that Shinso is my SOULMATE and any possible way that I could mess this up. The list was apparently endless.

By the time my second class rolled around though, I'd calmed down enough from what happened this morning to actually concentrate.

The day went on pretty smoothly. All my classes were pretty simple today. Just getting basic rules and expectations out of the way, going over the syllabus, and getting our online stuff set up properly.

I was now on my last class of the day, it was one of the general core classes everyone needed to take. I'd settled into a desk, doodling in my spare notebook while I waited for it to start. When a familiar voice pulled my focus away from the paper.

"What the hell?" Again, it was less aggressive than what I'd remembered, but it was definitely Kac-... Bakugo.

I tense up in my seat, trying to pretend like I didn't hear him. Maybe he was talking to someone else and hadn't noticed me yet. I heard his heavy footsteps get closer to me just as the bell rings to signal the start of the class.

I hear the footsteps change direction and get further away before letting out a breath I had no idea I'd been holding. The teacher walks in and does the same thing as the rest of the classes have today, and then the class ends all too soon.

I quickly gather my things into my messenger bag and dart through the room and out the door. I'd thought I'd made it safely out before my arm was grabbed and I was whipped around to face my ash blonde tormentor.

"Hey! I want to have some words with you." He says rather loudly, his voice laced with annoyance. I keep my head down and try to still my trembling body as I reflexively push his hand off of my arm.

"Uh-um. I-I really have to, uh, go. I have a lot of homework..." I trail off as I move to turn away. My escape is stopped as he pushes me against the wall, his arms on either side of my head trapping me in place. I felt so small, so defenseless. I keep my head down, unable to look up at him. Even after all these years, he still had so much power over me.

"Bullshit! None of the classes have given out homework today" he deadpans, I can feel his intense glare. I don't have to look to know there's a scowl on that face of his. "Deku, I-"

He was cut off by a small brunette that had grabbed my wrist. "Hey Deku! You still have to help me put my new couch together!" She said with a smile, glancing at Bakugo who had backed away when she made her presence known.

   "O-oh yeah. Sorry I totally forgot." I caught on immediately and played along as she dragged me away from a very frustrated Bakugo.

   When we were a good bit away in another area of the building she stops and let's go of my wrist. Turning back to me, she quickly bows. "I'm so sorry if I was out of line." She started as she straightened up to look at me. " you just looked so scared, I didn't want to leave you there."

   "N-no not at all! I actually really appreciate it." I reassured, shooting her a small, closed eyed smile. "Uh, my name is Midoriya though. I guess you must have heard his nickname for me." I chuckle softly

   A light blush of embarrassment spreads across her face "Again, I'm so sorry! It's just the only thing I knew to call you!" She bows once again. Earning a light laugh from me.

   "It's really ok!" She straightens up again as I offer my hand for a shake, "Izuku Midoriya" I say with a smile.

   She takes my hand and gives it a soft shake "Ochako Uraraka, but you can call me Raka. I know it's a mouthful." She giggles out.

    We both walk to the dorms together, small talk turns into actual conversation on our way. Turns out we have a few things in common and we live on the same floor. We stop at her dorm and exchange numbers before saying our goodbyes.

   I get to my own dorm at the other end of the hallway. All I can really do is stare at the door handle. What if he's already home? Maybe he's not and I'll be able to make it into my room and I can just hide in there. What if he hasn't even noticed his mark is gone? Oh god what if he has noticed? What if it's awkward? Or worse what if he hates that I'm his soulmate? What if he asks to switch rooms? He definitely can't stand me-

   "You gonna just stand there talking to the door Midoriya?" I jump at the tired voice behind me, hearing a snicker in return.

    I quickly tap my badge to the door and scamper in. Making my way to my room faster than you could say 'it's free real estate'.

   I close my bedroom door and slide down to the floor, gripping my hair as tears threaten to fall. I press the heels of my palms into my eyes, willing them not to. 'Not only is Kacchan here, we have a class together, but my roommate also happens to be my soulmate.'

This is all too much at once. Way too much.

   I take a shaky breath as my mind races. Thoughts of when Kacchan used to be my very best friend, the abuse he and his friends dished out to me in our last year of middle school, and how my soulmate was definitely going to hate being stuck with me for the rest of his life. It all swirls around in my head head, forcing a panic attack to set in.

'I'm weak, a coward. The only thing I'm good at is art, I have nothing else to offer in a relationship. I'd just burden him. That's all I ever do is add stress to people's lives. I'm completely useless.'

    I hadn't realized that the tears had started to fall and I'd been quietly sobbing until I heard a soft knock on the door my back was pressed against.

    "Are you ok? Can I come in?" His muffled voice asks from the other side.

    I take a deep breath to calm myself before responding. "I'm fine, I need t-to finish some homework." I curse my stutter and the re-used excuse. Damn my fried brain to hell.

   "You're obviously not fine, and we really need to talk" he says softly, a hint of concern slipping into his tone.

   This last week I've learned that he's a very stubborn person. So I know he's going to be persistent with this and I just don't have the energy to defy anything right now. So I get up to grab a tissue from the box on my desk and wipe the tears from my face before my nose. I toss it in the trash and take a deep breath before turning the knob of my door to open it for the purplette on the other side.