I know I said I'd wait til I was on study leave but I've started trying to write a few things for you guys, so I'll post what I manage to write
Also this is graphic, contains self-harm, suicide, and yandere violence
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You'd think that the girl with everything would be happy, right? Having money, lots of friends, beauty and a powerful quirk. She would walk down the corridors with a smile brighter than any other, lighting up people's days wherever she went. Boys would blush and girls would wave, everything was perfect.
Until she got home...
She wasn't the same smiling and gorgeous girl when she got back home. That was because of her father. Her mother had passed away a few years back, causing her father to drink. The h/c female was okay with the small amounts he consumed at first. She wouldn't pay any mind to him coming into the house late at night and passing out on the sofa, just as long as he cleaned up his mess behind him. It didn't take long for things to get worse though; he began to blame her for her mother's death and would yell at her. Things hadn't gotten physical until a few months ago. The first incident was when she was making dinner for the both of them, when she felt a glass bottle hit the back of her head. It didn't hit hard enough to cause too much damage, just gave her a terrible headache the next day. She had tried to speak to him about it, but things only got worse from there.
She walked into the large house, thanking the butler that stood before the door. His name was Albert (Albert's gonna appear more soon), a man at the age of 65, though he had the strength of an experienced body builder. He was the most patient man that she knew, since she annoyed him constantly. He would always comply with her requests and keep a patient expression upon his face, irritating the girl sometimes and making her wonder how he did it.
Trudging up to her bedroom, she threw her bag into the corner. She knew that her father wouldn't be back for at least another six hours, meaning she had the time to shower and eat, before locking herself inside her room for the night.
Glad that there was no homework to be completed, she walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror caused her to notice her pale skin and dark bags, straw-like hair and dull eyes. There was nothing pleasant about a girl like her whatsoever. Nothing to be proud of, nothing to smile about. She took the school blazer off - which she wore all the time at school - and looked at the scars on her forearm. They ranged from ones that were healing to the ones that still had a little blood coming from them. Y/n sighed in frustration, knowing that she would have to go and buy some new bandages at some point and bleach the inside of the sleeves on her blazer to remove the blood. It wouldn't be pleasant to begin bleeding in class.
She opened the mirror, which was actually a cabinet, pulling out a small box. Opening the lid, she pulled out the contents. There were five different razor blades, all kept completely clean. She grabbed the smaller one, not feeling the worst she'd been feeling in a while, and dug it into her arm. She dragged it along, watching as a thin line of red liquid seeped out. Tears no longer pricked her eyes when she did this, now being used to the feeling. It was her coping mechanism, something she could do to make herself become calm again. Sure, it wasn't the same way that other people might use this method, but it did help her to clear her head for a while.
Nothing lasts forever. She knew that. That's why there were so many marks on her arms. There was no other way that she could think to deal with it. It was the only method that didn't involve telling someone about it, other than.... suicide. She had contemplated it multiple times, more so recently. The idea scared her a little, though she knew that it would eventually happen. Someday she would have to end it all, just so she could be free from all the stress she was going through.
She ran water over her wrist, cleaning it with some rubbing alcohol. Walking towards the shower, she stepped in and began to cleanse her body.
Timeskip (there won't be as many as there were in the Todoroki one)
Walking over to her bed, she slipped under the covers in the dark. Pulling her phone out of her shorts pocket, she opened it and began to scroll through her social media. She only had the apps so that she could keep an eye on her favourite heroes and youtubers. Her friends had prompted her to join the class's group chat, though she kind of regretted it now. The classmates she had seemed so happy, none of them being unhappy (not including Bakugou). Everyone else was so motivated to become one of the best heroes in Japan, while she was different. She didn't want to be a hero; her father had forced her into it after witnessing the strength of her quirk.
A message popped up on the screen while she had spaced out, bringing her attention back to the small device.
Kirishima-san: Are you okay? You seemed a little distant today..
She felt a little despair build up, though knowing that someone had to find out soon. She had been the most cautious around Kirishima Eijirou recently, because she had noticed that he had been watching her more often. It wasn't the small glances that he sent her way anymore, it was staring at her as she tried to complete her classwork. This made her think that perhaps he had discovered her secret. The one that only she knew about.
She opened the chat, seeing that he had sent another few messages.
Kirishima-san: Are you okay? You seemed a little distant today..
Kirishima-san: Hey, are you awake?
Kirishima-san: Please answer me Y/n-chan.
Kirishima-san: I want to know about you and Shoji.
Kirishima-san: Tell me why you were talking to him in the library.
Y/n-chan: Sorry, I was at the toilet.
He knew that was a lie. He was watching her afterall.
Y/n-chan: and what do you mean by 'me and Shoji'?
Kirishima-san: You were both at the library and it looked like you were having a deep conversation.
Y/n-chan: That was a private conversation. He was having family problems.
Kirishima-san: Poor guy, did you manage to sort things out?
Y/n-chan: yeah, he's fine now.
Kirishima-san: okay. And what about you?
She hoped that he had forgotten about that, but obviously not.
Y/n-chan: Yeah i'm great. I just didn't sleep well last night.
Another message popped up from someone different.
(bully/name): What the hell do you think you're doing, whore?!?!
Littlebitch: I didn't do anything.
B/n: You clearly did. Everyone is talking about you again!
Littlebitch: please don't message me.
B/n: You can't tell me what to do, you slut.
She sighed and ignored the flurry of insults that came after that, throwing her phone across her bedroom and diving under the warm covers. They were her only source of comfort as she cried herself to sleep.
Timeskip
Heading into school the next day was a nightmare. She looked even worse than usual today, deciding not to smile at anyone like she normally did. There was no point anymore.
The class was full when she arrived just before the bell, all looking at the door as she entered. Her fellow classmates noticed the sad look upon her beautiful face, slight dark bags under her eyes. They were all concerned about her wellbeing, one person more than the others. Y/n thought that they were just staring at her ugly face and pale skin, so she proceeded to make her way to her seat near the front of the class. She sat down and put her bag on the back of her chair, taking out a pencil and eraser. She watched the Aizawa-sensei walk into the room and begin teaching, though it was clear that he had noticed her appearance too. As the teacher of the class, he was obligated to care for his students, though he knew that he had grown attached to them anyway.
The first bell went after the class, and everyone packed up their things. There was a loud noise outside of the classroom and everyone looked at the doors, only to see B/n burst into the classroom with an angry look upon her face. She stomped up to Y/n and grabbed her arm, causing her to wince a little since her wounds weren't healed. She turned to the rest of the class, noticing that she already had their attention, before yanking the blazer sleeve up the girl's arm. The force caused many of the cuts to open again, poorly wrapped, blood-stained bandaging hanging from her forearm. Gasps could be heard from around the room, wide eyes staring at the girl's arm.
"This is what you were hiding, little bitch!"
Aizawa was about to intervene, but Y/n pulled her arm back from the other girl and hurried out of the classroom. He knew that someone would have to follow her, but his thinking was too slow. A certain red-head had already followed her out, running after her in an attempt to help her. Kirishima had no idea that she would do something like that to herself. He saw her as the most stunning female he had ever seen. Maybe he thought of her as more than a friend, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be by her side.
She slipped her shoes off and sat them down neatly beside her, looking over the ledge. She was almost certain that this would kill her. She was panicking a lot more than she thought she would when this time came along, but that was likely because it was on such short notice.
Kirishima made it up to the roof and dread settled in as he saw her standing over the other side of the fence. No one was supposed to be up there, and the fence was there to stop students from falling. He knew how large the school was; this ledge wasn't the highest, but it could still kill her. He rushed towards her, eyes watering as she closed her eyes and stepped off of the ledge. He screamed, looking through the fence as a sickening crack echoed all around him. He heard yells from other students and people yelling to call the cops, though all he could think about was the look on her face. She had looked so calm when she was stepping over the edge. It terrified him to think that she would want this. It scared him to see the marks on her arms. It made him angry that someone else had caused her this pain. But most of all, he felt aching in his chest. The girl he loved had just killed herself.
He cried as he fell to his knees, deaf to the door opening behind him and other students from the class rushing over to see what had happened. They stayed silent in shock.
"There's a pulse!"
His eyes flew open and he sprinted down the stairs, heading outside to see her already on a stretcher. Her sliced up arm was visible to everyone, and she had an oxygen mask on. There was blood on her head and other scrapes on her body, and what looked like broken bones.
"Excuse me! Is she alive?"
The paramedic nodded.
"She only just made it. She's one lucky girl, son."
They carried her into the ambulance, shutting the doors in his face.
That was the day that Kirishima vowed to protect Y/n against any harm that came her way. He would keep her safe and prevent anyone hurting her again.
'She's mine to protect.'