ðððð¸ð¶ð¶ð´ð ðð°ðð½ð¸ð½ð¶ð
(Self harm)
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Self harming wasn't something Izuku thought he'd confide in for a safe feeling.
Heck he never thought he'd ever confined in it period.
He never believed he'd be mixed up into a pattern of feeling emptiness and sadness all at the same time.
He didn't even realize that was possible!!
Anyway, at the moment this wasn't exactly his problem, his problem was the fact that seconds ago he was drawing little crooked lines on his thighs hoping the dreadful feeling would go away again.
But it wasn't working, and it only made him want to cut deeper, trying to find an escape.
Chasing after something that seemed almost non existent.
He didn't believe he would ever feel safe again, but he still had hope.
Maybe taking a shower, will help this time?
The water had been running for a good 30 minutes, so he might as well not waist any more water.
ðð·ð ð½ð±ð®ð· ðð® ð¬ðªð· ð¬ð¾ð½ ð¼ð¸ð¶ð® ð¶ð¸ð»ð®.
'No, then we can go to bed.'
'I don't wanna risk Kacchan finding out. '
ðð® ðð¸ð·'ð½ ð¬ðªð»ð®.
ðð®'ðµðµ ð±ð® ð¹ð»ð¸ð«ðªð«ðµð ðð²ðµðµ ð®ð°ð° ðð¸ð¾ ð¸ð·.
'He does too care.'
ðð± ð½ð»ð¾ð¼ð½ ð±ð²ð¶ ðªðµð»ð®ðªðð.
ð ð°ð¾ð®ð¼ð¼ ð±ð® ððªð¼ ð»ð²ð°ð±ð½ ðð¸ð¾ ðªð»ð® ð®ðªð¼ð²ðµð ð½ð»ð¾ð¼ð½ð²ð·ð°.
ð£ð±ðªð½'ð¼ ðð±ð ððµð¶ð²ð°ð±ð½ ððªð¼ ðªð«ðµð® ð½ð¸Â ð±ðªð»ð¶ ðð¸ð¾.
ðð®ð¬ðªð¾ð¼ð® ðð¸ð¾ ð½ð»ð¾ð¼ð½ ð±ð²ð¶.
ðð·ð ð³ð¾ð¼ð½ ðµð²ð´ð® ððµð¶ð²ð°ð±ð½
ððªð´ð¾ð°ð¸ ðð²ðµðµ ð±ð¾ð»ð½ ðð¸ð¾ ð½ð¸ð¸.
'No be won't!'
'Kacchan isn't like Almight.
ðð¾ð½ ð±ð®'ð¼ ð¹ð»ð¸ð¿ð®ð· ð½ð¸ ð±ð¾ð»ð½ ðð¸ð¾ ð«ð®ð¯ð¸ð»ð®.
ðð®ð
ðð¸ð·'ð½ ðð¸ð¾ ð½ð±ð²ð·ð´ ð²ð½'ð¼ ð´ð²ð·ððª ð¯ð¾ð·ð·ð ð½ð±ðªð½ ð½ð±ð® ððªð ðªð¯ð½ð®ð» ðð¸ð¾ð» ð·ð²ð°ð±ð½ð¶ðªð»ð®.
ð£ð±ð® ð·ð²ð°ð±ð½ ð±ð® ð¼ð¸ð¹ð¹ð¸ð¼ðµð ð¯ð¸ð¾ð·ð ð¸ð¾ð½,
ðð® ððªð·ð½ð®ð ð½ð¸ ð¼ðð²ð½ð¬ð± ðð¸ð»ð¶ð¼.
ððµð¶ð¸ð¼ð½ ðµð²ð´ð® ð±ð® ðð²ðð·'ð½ ððªð·ð½ ð½ð¸ ð«ð® ðªð»ð¸ð¾ð·ð ð¼ð¸ð¶ð®ð¸ð·ð®.... ð¼ð¸..... ððªð½ð±ð®ð½ð²ð¬ ðªð·ð ðð®ðªð´.
''Please just, be quite."
The greenette quietly whispered, as he stripped and got into the shower.
The heated temperature of the water, burned Izuku's fresh wounds.
But he kinds liked it, he felt like it was burning off all the vile finger prints that ever touched him.
He felt like it was burning any proof of the said incident happening.
The feeling had finally left, and along with that so did that terrible voice.
He felt content.
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"Hey nerd."
Bakugo whispered in the dead of night, once he saw Izuku silently creep out of the bathroom.
His goal was to not wake up Katsuki, but that plan did not go to well.
obviously.
Considering he was somewhat sitting up, and moments before that he was on his phone.
"H-Hey Kacchan. "
"Did I wake you?"
Midoriya questioned, getting closer to his childhood friend.
"Nah, my sleep schedule's just a pain in the ass. "
Bakugo answered honestly.
He had been awake for a good few minutes, messing around on his phone.
At first he feared not seeing his childhood friend, but ones he had noticed the shower running, his fear wasn't that high.
At least he knew where he was, and he wasn't near Ass-might.
"Oh... ok. "
The freckle teen, shuffled a few times.
Wondering if he should act tired, so the blonde won't ask any more questions.
"What about you?"
"Why are you awake?"
Midoriya visually flinched, which caught the blondes attention big time.
"I-I was taking a shower.... "
The greenette answered, after a few minutes stuttering slightly.
He needed to remember to stay calm, if he doesn't seem guilty then Bakugo shouldn't accuse him of anything.
Right?
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at his childhood friend, he could tell Izuku wasn't telling him something and he was scared shitless that it was a certain activity he wasn't spilling the beans about.
"Izuku."
"What are you not telling me?"
ð¨ð¸ð¾ ð¼ð±ð¸ð¾ðµðð·'ð½ ð½ð®ðµðµ ð±ð²ð¶.
ðð®'ðµðµ ð³ð¾ð¼ð½ ð¼ðªð ð½ð±ð® ð¼ðªð¶ð® ð½ð±ð²ð·ð° ð±ð® ð¼ðªð²ð ð²ð· ð½ð±ð® ðð»ð®ðªð¶.
ðð½'ð¼ ð«ð®ð¼ð½ ð½ð¸ ð«ð® ðºð¾ð²ð½ð®.
''Why should I tell you?"
"You'll just leave again. "
ð£ð±ðªð½'ð¼ ð»ð²ð°ð±ð½ ð¹ð¾ð¼ð± ð±ð²ð¶ ðªððªð.
ðð½'ð¼ ðð¸ð¾ð» ð¸ð·ðµð ð¬ð±ð¸ð²ð¬ð®.
Bakugo wanted to yell at the greenette, for being an idiot.
But he figured that wouldn't get him anywhere.
"Because I care about you shit head. "
"And I'm not leaving again, I promised remember?"
Katsuki claimed, trying his best not to raise his voice.
When it came to Izuku yelling wouldn't help.
It either make the poor boy scared, or yell back.
They needed communication, something neither was good at when it came to one another.
So Katsuki figured he might as well take this first step.
"Please Izuku, believe me when I say I'm staying right fucking here. "
"So please just talking to me."
Izuku was tempted, extremely tempted to tell him everything that just went down.
He felt like he needed to.
"I-I had a nightmare. "
The greenette started, as he sat Cris crossed on his bed.
"What about?"
ðð¸ð·'ð½ ð½ð®ðµðµ ð±ð²ð¶
ðð²ð®
ðð¾ð¬ð´ð²ð·ð° ðµð²ð®
"Uhmm..... "