escape
escape from reality
a slit on her wrist
soon followed by two or three
all covering both her arms and legs
until only a group filled with lies remains after she left.
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-trigger warning: suicide, self harm, bullying, harrassm...
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When Katsuki walks into the classroom, he's one of the first ones to make his appearance into the room. To be honest, that'd probably be his favourite moment of the day, because that is the only moment he has to himself out of his room. He can sit and think in silence without being bothered by any background chattering ticking him off.
His eyes scan the classroom and his brows furrow when they fall on Iida's empty desk.
Normally, Four eyes would be here before anyone. That means today's his turn.
He huffs.
Not really surprising if we take in account the detail that he's our class rep.
Bakugou's gaze falls upon Todoroki who, much to his surprise, is staring right back at him with that unreadable expression of his. Bakugou clicks his tongue and loudly stomps into the classroom, making his way straight to his desk.
He throws his bag on his desk and falls on his chair. He takes out his needings, hangs his bag by his chair and makes himself comfortable.
A smirk crawls up to his lips. For once, Four eyes isn't there to tell him off and he for sure is going to enjoy it as long as he can.
He drops his feet on the surface of his wooden desk, careful to not kick off his belongings, and leans back in his chair.
Normally, he'd ignore Todoroki's gaze burning in his back, but since it's only the two of them and Bakugou's not in a too bad mood, he might as well strike a conversation with his fellow classmate, right?
‟Got something on my back, Half and half bastard?”
He looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Todoroki's irregularly coloured ones.
Todoroki blinks silently before speaking up.
‟Your feet.” His gaze shifts to Bakugou's feet resting on his desk. ‟Take them off your desk.”
Bakugou's playful smirk instantly drops.
‟What? You gonna tell me off too?” He groans.
‟It's disrespectful.” Todoroki resumes.
‟Like fuck I care...!” He cackles. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away from the heterochrometical eyed male.
Soon after, a pair of feet can be heard approaching the classroom. From behind the open door appear long strands of dark green, tied into a bow at the end. Its owner walks in carefully after glancing at both males seated in the classroom.
Tsuyu has great senses to read the atmosphere, but it doesn't take half a brain to notice the cold and uncomfortable atmosphere ruling in the classroom, more precisely between the purcipine with anger issues and the dual coloured heir.
