Chapter- Three
Title- A Cacophony of Silent Noise
Track- Bullet
Artist- Hollywood Undead
Trigger warnings- triggering music, mentions of suicide, profanity, panic attack, some Dadzawa for the soul, puking, slight eating disorder, mentions of abuse
Disclaimer- I do not own My Hero Academia. Mha and all characters, save for mentioned Oc's, belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I recommend listening to the song above
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HALT! NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION BECAUSE OF CAPS LOCK, DO NOT SCROLL! BECAUSE I HAVE A WARNING. Okay, now don't go. I can't use caps lock because auto correct is nonexistent, but sit still. This is important. If you are sensitive to subjects such as suicide, then do not, I repeat, do NOT listen to the song above. It's literally about suicide.
Don't believe me? The first words are 'my legs are dangling off the edge' and the end of that section is 'I'll put a bullet in my head'.
Suicidal enough yet?
Alright, now we've gotten that out of the way. I'm writing this at 1:15 AM. Fun, isn't it? It feels like 10:00. Maybe 11:00.
ABUSE! Not really. I mean, if the word count calls for it. Who knows. But mentions, sooooo. Yeah.
I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace is a good song. Loud. Aggressive. Playing in my ears.
Not much to talk about, except for the thanks to the two people currently reading! Those people being PippaCash and Ittisbeme. Odd name, but go off I guess.
Other books. I have more of them. Read them. Please. I worked my ass off on that damn one-shot.
Aight, I've sat here long enough. On with the shit show! I'm gonna be stuck in a car for four hours tomorrow....
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Izuku
Izuku slouched as he stood behind the rest of his class at Ground Beta, where their infamous teacher was once again late. They were all dressed in their hero costumes, and most everyone was talking, some about videos or the internet or whatever interested them (in the case of Sato, a cooking show hosted by a magician. That explained the magic popcorn, at least), and some about more.... recent matters.
Meaning that, oh lo and behold, Iida and Uraraka were making a beeline for Izuku. God, why couldn't they get the hint like everyone else? His life would be infinitely easier.
Izuku attempted to at least back away, maybe hide behind Shoji's large form, but Uraraka waved her arms, and he suddenly couldn't just ignore her. Stupid friendly brain.
"Deku! Hey, Deku!" Uraraka said as she ran up to him. Iida followed closely behind. Izuku sighed and did his best to look at least a little happy.
"H- hey, Uraraka." He said, his voice sounding more like he just woke up than a friendly greeting.
Iida, ever the efficient one, spoke first. "Midoriya, we came to ask if you were alright. We are sorry if we overwhelmed you in class earlier, but everyone was very worried-" Izuku grabbed one of Iida's swinging hands, stopping the quick motions.
"Hey. Chill. I'm fine." Izuku said, retracting his hand and stuffing it into a pocket warily. Thank god his hero suit included pockets. "Sorry I didn't give any response last night. But, you know. Things." Izuku tried to shrug it off, hoping the two would leave him alone or at least change the subject. No such luck.
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