●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|6| (Bad) Karma

Chapter- Six
Title- (Bad) Karma
Track- Karma
Artist- AJR
Trigger warnings- mutilation, references to abuse, mentions of trauma, profanity, small little breakdown, this was copy and pasted
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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Soooo fucking pissed. For the people who already read chapter five before 06/17/2021, so sorry to disappoint (I am not. I give no fucking shits) this is literally just copy and pasted from last chapter and I shortened last chapter. Why? Because I've been procrastinating and stressing out about this chapter all week, only to find that what was planned was already written and published.

So you get a shorter version of the last chapter.

Because fuck me and fuck everyone else, god dammit.

I am soooo fucking pissed off. Just read the shit.

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Izuku

Izuku ran, not once stopping despite the pain in his chest and the searing headache burning through him. Sobs repeatedly escaped him, stealing even more of his breath.

When Izuku tripped over a large crack in the dingy road, not knowing how he had gotten there, he didn't get back up. He curled into a ball right there up against the side of a rotting house growing mold, complete with a cracking roof that caved in, sagging like a sore back.

The wind picked up, rain splattering down with vengeance. Izuku curled in more, covering his head and trying to squeeze under the short overhanging of the broken down house. He shivered violently, wrapping his hoodie tighter around his skinny frame.

He felt helpless. Completely and utterly useless as he sat there, letting rain barrel down on him as he got more and more soaked.

A sudden whistling sounded, and Izuku looked up, only to be met with a road sign whipping around in the wind, barreling right at him. Before Izuku even had the chance to scream or move out of the way, his hood was yanked, and he was pulled backward.

Izuku got up from his sprawled position on the floor, twisting his head to look at the person who pulled him into the house. It was a girl with dark caramel skin, scars dotting her arms. She had narrow red eyes and fiery hair, orange and black. Her hair was tied up into a messy ponytail, and she wore a black tank top and ripped cargo pants. The most defining feature was the black liquid steadily dripping down her eyes like a flood of tears.

She basically looked like the type of person to randomly kick someone in the balls during a fight, and Izuku was not eager to find out if that assumption was true.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking down on him like a parent would look down on a child who just broke a vase, hiding a hammer behind their back.

"Care to tell me who the hell you are and what the fuck you were doing at my house?" She asked, as if she hadn't just saved his face from a stop sign.

Izuku hurriedly wiped his tears, shakily standing up. "Uh... I'm sorry. Thanks, I'll just uh, I'll go." Izuku was rather proud of himself for not stuttering, even if he did say 'uh' about a million times.