You never believe what they tell you about your friends, or your enemies. I stare at the ceiling, listening to the spotify playlist repeat for the 4 time this week. Usually I would complain to Aizawa, but the boy in the dorm next to me sounds, sad? Angry? His emotions are laid out through his room based on his screams to the music. I knock on the wall a couple times, signaling I'm there. Maybe that's all he needed. My phone dings as I settle back into my bed. I reach over to the pillow next to me, tapping it on. I see his message and open it fast, reading the text. "I'm sorry Izuku, I'm so sorry" ----------------- This is a slow burn as I'm still in school and am very busy. However, I've never been more passionate in making a story so please enjoy (and bring tissues).