I Can Help You -Kamiiida-

Chapter 1

Kaminari's Pov

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I wake up to the blaring sound of my alarm resonating through my room. Stopping the alarm, I sit up and turn so my legs are hanging off of the edge of the bed. I rub my eyes and look around my room 

'Oh, what's the point?...' 

I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I sigh. I know I need to get up but I just don't have the energy or the willpower. I turn my head slightly to look at the clock. It's 7:30. I really need to get up or I'll be late again. 

'Its not like it matters anyway, I'm always late...' 

I get up and start getting ready for school. I put on my uniform and look at myself in the mirror, just to make sure I, at least, look presentable. I stare at the mirror, looking at my reflection.

'I look like shit, why do i even bother?' 

I sigh and walk to my door but make no move to open it and leave. I can hear everyone else leaving already. I glance over at my alarm clock. It reads 8:15. I have a little time before I'm late. I walk away from my door and towards the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and glance at the cabinet above the sink, containing a small pocket knife. I remove the knife from the cabinet and turn it, watching as the light reflects off the shiny metal of the blade.

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Rolling up my sleeves, I lower the blade and press the cold metal to my arm leaving a small mark. I watch as I push the blade deeper and watch the crimson substance ooze from the fresh cut. I smile slightly, not feeling the pain. I repeat this, pushing the blade further into my arm each time I manage about five on each arm before my arms, the floor and the sink are covered in blood and I start to feel dizzy. I wash the my arms and the blade off on the sink and place the knife back in the cabinet before wrapping up my throbbing red arms. I roll down my sleeves so no one can see my arms, hiding all the evidence.
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I sigh and walk out of my bathroom, sparing a glance at the alarm clock to see how late I was. It's 8:30, homeroom must be almost over. I exit my dorm and lock my door behind me before making my way towards the classroom. I arrive outside the door and check my phone, before going in, for the time. It's 8:45. I'm late. 

'Oh well. It's not like anyone notices you anyway.'

I sigh and make myself look panicked and out of breath to give the illusion that I just slept in or something. I burst through the door and everyone immediately averts their gaze towards me. I smile sheepishly and start to walk over to my seat. I sit down and immediately rest my head on my desk. I sit up to look around, examining everyone before my gaze lands on a certain person. The person that sits just slightly to my right. I stare at him for a while. 

'He's gonna think I'm a creep or something if I keep staring.' 

As if on cue he glances over and I quickly avert my gaze to the front of the room. I can feel his eyes on me, staring. I don't think he knows that I know he's looking. 

'Does he like me?... No way, he'd never like someone like me. He's probably just making sure I'm paying attention. He is the class president after all.' 

I sigh and rest my head on the desk again, not really paying attention to the lesson. After a few minutes I feel a tap on my shoulder. I lift my head and see Iida looking at me, concern laced in his features. 

"Are you alright, Kaminari? Are you feeling unwell? As class president it is my duty to make sure all of my classmates are well and rested." I feel my lift into a small smile. I nod, slowly,