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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‟What?”
The greenette's eyes widen. He definitely did not expect this. His mood drops lower than it already was and frowns a little when he averts his gaze pensively.
‟... Why?” He mumbles out quietly. Uraraka puts her hands on his wrists.
‟Do you really want to do it that much?” He grimaces, his cheeks aflame.
Uraraka heaves her shoulders to her ears. ‟Do you not want to do it that much?”
Midoriya says nothing, as expected.
‟What is it that's holding you back, Deku?” She mutters. ‟Am I the problem?”
Or is it someone else?
She wishes she had the guts to say it, but unfortunately, she hasn't.
‟N-No,” He shakes his head. ‟it's just...”
‟It's what, Izu?” Her patience is slowly reaching its limit. Any longer and she's going to proceed to what she'd planned a moment ago.
‟W-Well...” His eyes dart around like bees, but never do they lay on Uraraka. He presses his index fingers together, nervously sweating and his face gradually reddening. ‟I-I, uh...”
I can't say it...
Uraraka frowns and moves her head up to look at Izuku. Her gaze is making him more uncomfortable. And even though she doesn't like making him feel bad when he would do the impossible just for her to be happy, this time she's not going down. She wants and needs to know what's holding him back from being closer to her.
And deep down, there's still a shimmer of hope that tells her it's no big deal. But her jealous and paranoiac self tells her otherwise.
There must be a logical and pretty serious reason for Midoriya to not want to do this.
He's a boy, for fuck's sake! And all boys like to do these kind of things!
She should be the one feeling uncomfortable and he should be the one asking her to do it! So why is it the other way around?
She'd invited him to her place to help him empty his mind of all the court business, but then it's only lead to... this.
‟-in.”
‟Huh?” The girl snaps back to reality and finds herself looking at a beet red Izuku, hid lips pursed up, his face sweaty as hell and his form hunched over. ‟What'd you say?”
Midoriya flinches and lets out a hella nervous laugh. ‟Argh, it's... really embarrassing to say...”
He scratches the back of his head. ‟I'm still...” His voice grows quieter and lower every word he speaks out. ‟... a virgin.”
