○Chapter 6○

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⚠️T.W self harm⚠️

~After a short while of walking~

~Y/n's POV~

As I'm walking I almost get knocked over after someone runs past. "Uwaaah! I'm so sorry! Are you alright!?" A kind fluffy green haired boy asks. "I-." *It's Izuku...h-hes real?! Wait...that means..* "Uhmm...Hello? Are you alright..?" He asks again.

"Oh...um. I'm ok." I mumble a bit nervous about meeting him. "That's good. Oh, I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He says smiling, so kind. "I'm Y/n L/n..nice to meet you Midoriya" He just smiles at me. *he's so much cuter in person..* "Are you sure you're alright...? You have bruises on your face and your nose is bleeding.." He noticed.

"Uh, yeah I just...I fell...over...a tree?..." *Oh shit..he's not going to believe that. I sounded like an idiot* "Fell over a tree root, I think you mean. Also, are you from London? I can tell by your accent." He laughs. *AHHH SO CUTE* I thought to myself, watching him, probably a blushing mess. "Yeah, i am."

"Come with me and we can get you healed up" Izuku speaks.

~At UA, in recovery girls office. Ik this probably wouldn't work but who cares this is wattpad, nothing makes sense here~

Recovery girl kisses me, which I stand awkward and uncomfortable but I can feel the wounds healing up. Even on my wrists.. "There you go deary, be careful next time." She's so sweet. "Thank you, I will." I nod looking back at Izuku, who's smiling at me. "Well, I better be going then. Y'know, since I don't go here. Thanks again for healing me, and thanks Midoriya for helping me." I thank them both, smiling.

~a few days later~

I sigh staring at my wrists, *I have the urge to. I can't help it, it makes me feel better. Maybe just one cut..or two..or..more.* I pull the razor from my pocket, putting it to my wrists. For some reason, I hesitate. *Why are you hesitating dammit. You want to feel better.* I slice my wrists a few times, blood seeping out.

I watch the blood drip from my wrist onto the grass. I'm sitting behind a big tree so nice one can see me. I slide the razor back in my pocket and wrap my wrists with bandages. "It's unfortunate how I finally got here at such a shitty fucking time in my life.." I mumble to myself as I sigh.

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416 words, man this is so depressing lmao. Have a good day/night/morning/afternoon/evening! Love yous 🧡

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