Dear, Kacchan. (Katsudeku) DISCONTINUED

Izuku's hair held a dark green color and was constantly covered by a hoodie or beenie. The brightness that once filled his eyes had been replaced with sorrow and glum. Still, his freckles stood bright on his skin that lacked its ussual glow. bags gathered under his eyes from the countless nights spent crying and worrying. The greenette was very small, skinny, and secluded. Scars and fresh cuts that held hatred and dispair littered his arms only to be covered by longsleeves that held them as secrets. He was always dressed in dark colors and he kept his distance from others. His father's words had worn a hole through his heart that yearned for someone... anyone... to comfort him and love him. Izuku just longed to be appreciated. He felt worthless and insignificant, like he was a burden to this world, a waste of space. and Only one person was ever able to make him feel otherwise... Katsuki Bakugou.

*******warnings*****

*depression*
*cutting*
*abuse physical and mental*
*scuicide attempts*
*Lemon*
*fluff*
*cussing*
*BoyxBoy*
*Bakudeku*
*slurs*
*anxiety*
*death*
*underage drinking*
*rape*

If you dont like any of the things or they trigger you please dont read this story! I care about you and your mental health! I'm also kinda writing this story as like an awarness thing ig... idk. just... its gonna be super angsty. I don't know how long it will be yet but I guess we'll see. anyways, if it isn't going to trigger you then...

READ THIS STORY YOU COWARD!