Izuocha one-shot

Wait for Me

One shot by Me

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🔸️Genre : Angst

▪️Pair : Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka

© Boku no Hero academia characters only belong to Kohei Horikoshi

® Nothing that happens here follows the original plot. This is just a fantasy and made by the author.

® No quirks, so here they are just normal teenagers without a Kosei.

® Translate fanfic from my oneshot project

//Warning, selfharm,Suicide //

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I walked along the path that I usually use to get home. Looking at every vehicle that passes beside me, sometimes makes me feel calm. I'm weird, and I just don't care.

The yellow backpack that I've always used since I was in junior high school, got wet because of a childhood friend who always bullied me, and I don't blame him for that. He did it because I was weak. Can't defend myself, can only walk and cry.

People call me by painful nicknames, but who am I to complain about them? I won't be able to fight them even if I try.

That I went through when I was a junior high school student. Right now, being in a well-known school called UA, I didn't get bullied too badly like when I was in middle school two years ago, yes, although my childhood friends who are always looking for opportunities to annoy me, but I have a friends who always help me.

Including the girl with short auburn brown hair who is always beside me. Thinking about her makes my heart flutter and my face heats up too. There was also a strange feeling in my stomach, like a swarm of butterflies flying there.

I smiled Then closed my eyes, and stupidly I didn't notice that someone was carrying piles of books in a hurry. We collided with each other, the books he was carrying scattered tumbling down.

I helped him, picked up the fallen book and handed it to him. After we apologized to each other I went straight back home, and this time I'm not going to close my eyes again and fall like before. Was it not enough that I was humiliated at school?

Breathing fresh air from some grass that grows near a kindergarten amusement park, I feel my body become refreshed. The gentle scent of the cool wind and dew of rain made me smile again.

I stepped back into the apartment where I live.

Sighing I picked up a few bottles of cans that were scattered on the street and put them in the trash can. Why are so many people not paying attention to the environment? Aren't they afraid of disaster?

Feeling that I had thought enough about it, I walked back home. Through its many alleys and lanes, I sometimes ask myself. Why do I live in an apartment with lots of twists and turns like this?

I finally arrived in front of the apartment building. I entered the building and looked for the number 302 of my apartment number, where I live.

I took out my key and turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.

"I am home." I say.

I'm laughing. Have I gone crazy? Or am I just forgetful? Between the two options, maybe I am the forgetful person.

Living alone, without your mother who usually always prepares everything for you is quite difficult, as I have had to learn to be independent since my mother decided to live with my father in America one year ago. At first my mother also invited me to move but I refused the invitation, I was very comfortable here. At my current school, together with my friends and also the beautiful hazel eyed girl.