●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|5| Unremarkable

Shut up, Izuku thought back. Fantastic, now he was arguing with himself. He sighed and forcibly shut his mind down, gaining a blank expression that mirrored what he wanted his brain to be. He stood up, exited the stall, and washed off his face.

When he looked into the mirror, he saw a kid with tangled and ragged hair, a sopping wet face with red rimmed eyes and deep eye bags, and a red face, heated from throwing up. His eyes were dull, nothing like they used to be. He hated them. He hated his freckles, he hated his stupid fat face, he hated his eyes, his nose, his hair, his stomach, his scarred arms, his bruised legs.

When he looked into the mirror, he looked at his worst enemy.

He looked into the mirror every single day.

And the mirror almost always won.

***

Izuku sighed, rubbing his face. This was stupid. Class would be starting soon; he needed to get going.

Izuku splashed some more water on his face, making sure any trace of sickness or crying was gone. He walked out of the bathroom, keeping his eyes closed. He was tired.

Which of course means that he bumped into someone.

"Ack! Sorry, didn't mean to- oh." Izuku stopped when he saw his homeroom teacher staring at him. "Sorry Aizawa sensei!" Izuku bowed in apology, quickly turning to hurry to class.

"Midoriya," Aizawa said. Izuku stopped, closing his eyes for a second before turning around.

"Yes Sensei?"

"Why aren't you in the lunchroom?" Izuku cursed under his breath. He should've just used the cafeteria bathroom, even if it did run the risk of being caught.

"I, ah.... I have zero answers for that." Izuku admitted. Class 1-A had long since learned that lying to their homeroom teacher was futile, and had never, not once, actually worked in the long term. He always found out somehow.

There were speculations of either hidden cameras or Aizawa being a government spy in the teenager decision. Both were perfectly believable.

Aizawa sighed, probably reading Izuku's mind because he's a teacher with supernatural abilities. "Whatever. Go to the cafeteria bathroom next time." Izuku nodded and began heading back to class, because he had like, ten minutes anyways.

Aizawa walked alongside him.

The only thought crossing Izuku's mind the entire time was fuck.

He is very eloquent in times of.... whatever this was.

Izuku felt extremely awkward. Aizawa probably felt annoyed. It was dead fucking silent and Izuku was pretty sure that his heart had something against him. Because it was as loud as a goddamn motorcycle at midnight.

Izuku fidgeted. He had never realized how far away his classroom was.

"Why didn't you use the cafeteria restroom," Aizawa said. It didn't even sound like a question.

Izuku bit his lip. It was a commonly known fact that lying to Shouta Aizawa was basically saying that you no longer gave a shit about literally anything.