𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐄𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒

(CW: Form of Self Harm, Don't read if triggering.)

"It's not like I meant too! You can't be mad forever!" His soft voice whined, while he traveled slowly behind me. I did my best to hide my chuckle, but the sadness that carried his voice got me, and he ran in front of me after hearing my small laugh.

I tried not to smile while he starred at me, but it was impossible. Staring into his eyes was like a one way ticket to a smile. His hair was pushed back from swimming, and his cheeks pouted a bit, as he realized I was faking my anger.

"I can't believe you had me worried for nothing!" He went back to walking on the side of me, with his arms crossed. I raised my eyebrow, and stopped walking.

"Sounds like someone's a hypocrite." I smirked, reminding him of the events that took place not even 10 minutes ago. He chuckled, and started running towards my house that was just in view.

The sun was beginning to set, and a soft drizzle began, while the purple and pink faded through the sky, "Rain!!!" He yelled, with this big smile on his face.

A certain smile I'll never forget. His cheeks dimpled, and his perfect teeth were on full display. The type of smile that could make everyone else around smile as well.

"Yes yes," I grinned, and walked closer to him, "now let's shower and then we can go to Walmart and ride the bikes around the store to piss people off!" I evilly giggled, and put the ladder up for him to climb to my room.

"Oh..are you sure we won't get kicked out?" He asked, while starting to climb the latter. I chuckled, "oh, we definitely will."

I ran to the front door before he could respond, because I knew he was going to start rambling about how we should act in public, or some shit. I opened my front door quickly, With a smile on my face.

Izuku made me look forward to each and every moment. It was like I was floating whenever I was around him.

"Ya whatever, fucking cunt!" I remember the way my heart dropped upon hearing those words. I knew exactly who they came from, and exactly who they were for.

My whole body grew chills as I stood frozen in the doorway, waiting to close the door so they didn't hear my arrival.

"I'm done with you talking to me that way, Ben!" My mom snapped back. My eyes widened, she had never talked back to him in their 15 years of marriage.

I was proud, yet scared. Scared of what Ben might attempt, I had dealt with his anger for a long time, and seeing that, I wouldn't have put violence towards his wife past him.

"Who do you think you are," His voice was quiet, yet bitter. I didn't want to know what was going to happen next, so I slammed the door, and ran upstairs, letting them know that I was home.

I ran into my room, my movements were aggressive, showing my obvious anger. I met his eyes quickly, he was all I wanted to see in my moment of anger. He was all I wanted to be around. Him.

His viridescent eyes were filled with sorrow, meaning he heard. That just made me angrier, I was now the fictional character obbsessed weirdo, with a fucked up family. I groaned, and quickly walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

"Wait- y/n!" His soft voice was heard through the  bathroom door, as I looked into the mirror at myself. My lips frowned, and I had to look away. I always seemed to feel extra insecure after my parents fought.

I turned on the shower, and some tears fell down my cheeks. Stupid ass tears. The cries of the weak, so easy to make fun of, yet so hard to avoid.

I stepped into the shower, turning the temperature higher, allowing the water to burn my body. My teeth pushed together as I scrubbed the chlorine out of my hair. My tears and the hot shower water blended, and I made sure to silently cry.

I didn't need to look any weaker in Izuku's eyes. I saw the way he looked at me when I walked through my door 10 minutes ago.

I turned the heat to the hottest setting on the shower. I hissed a bit, and went on with my shower normally.

I opened the bathroom door, with a towel wrapped around my body, and looked around for Izuku. My heart raced when I didn't see him.

"Feeling better?" His voice scared the actual shit out of me.

I looked down on the ground to the right of me, and there he sat on the side of the bathroom door. I smiled at the thought of him worrying about me, but it also angered me. He shouldn't have to worry about me.

"Yeah Yeah, I'm fine why wouldn't I be?" We both knew, yet I acted dense. I walked to my underwear drawer, then turned back to him. He was standing, and his eyebrows were pushed together, while his arms crossed.

I knew it wasn't the time, but but all I could think was, god, he's so attractive.

His look said, 'I'm not a idiot' to which I sighed, and turned back to the closet to grab clothes. "Okay, yes I'm feeling better, lets not talk about it anymore."

He hummed, and sat on the bed, "You know, you don't need to lie to me, your skins as red as a tomato." How did he-

"So? I had a warm shower. I was cold."

"Y/n." His voice sent shivers down my spine. I groaned and turned back around, "FINE! I'm not okay! My step dads a piece of fucking shit and my mom wont leave him, then I come in here and you see me at my most vulnerable state, and I just I just- I,"

My tears fogged my vision, and I didn't understand what I was feeling anymore. I didn't want to open up to him, yet he was the only person I felt okay talking too. I fell to my knees, and I couldn't help but feel dramatic.

Stupid. I felt stupid.  Especially when he sat next to me in my closet and rubbed my back, saying "Let it out." for 20 whole minutes.