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Blood. Isn't it a really pretty colour? Constant bullying, abandonment, loneliness, and Izuku was finally broken. Middle School wasn't a very pleasant time for the green-haired teen, and after being led-down by his idol, he made it a point to gift the world by getting rid of himself. After all every single soul hated him. His mother was absent for most part of his and finally left him. His best friend turned into his main bully. His father left him early on at the age of five. What he did have were his shiny little blades, which bled crimson. A week. On Katsuki's 15th Birthday, he would do it. He will finally apply the death threats he had been receiving for years. !!Warning!! This story contains self-harm, bullying, harsh comments, swearing and possible suicide. Please be warned and proceed with caution. If you are sensitive to any of this please don't read it. This story will have minor bakudeku moments, possibly only friendship, but please don't hate on this ship. I give the original artists of the artworks their full credits. I just used them as a template to make it in my own style of art. The characters in the story are not mine but rightfully belong to Horikoshi Kohei. By no means is this story canon.
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[Depressed Izuku x Bakugo Fanfiction] Like an artist, he creates art in the cursed canvas that is his pale skin. The whispers of a taunting voice that controls each stroke of the brush that is his blade. A pitiful work of art that is hidden from the world's eye. All until intense ruby irises discover the broken masterpiece that was concealed behind closed curtains. ○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎. "I have been such a prideful asshole towards you that I kept hurting you even though I knew there was something wrong with you," Katsuki frowned, continuing to clean his cuts. Izuku's heart fluttered inside his chest, listening intently to what he had to say. "Fucking hell, I knew there was something wrong, yet instead of helping you I only made it worse." ○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎.○°▪︎. 🚨⚠️T•R•I•G•G•E•R W•A•R•N•I•N•G⚠️🚨 This story contains the following: Lots of swearing Self-Harm Depression Suicide/Suicide Attempt Physical Abuse Homophobia Angst Graphic details Blood Needles 🚫 Read at your own risk 🚫 NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION HOTLINE: 888-628-9454 Please, if you yourself are going through a depressive episode, or know about someone going through severe depression, don't hesitate to get some help! You matter, and you deserve to be helped. ***I do not own the characters or images used for this story, all credits go to their respective owners*** Catch Me If I Fall by Katy Santiago Copyright © 2022 All Rights Reserved - Any similarities with other stories are purely coincidental.

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