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Izuku looks down at the sink. There's blood. Blood everywhere. He can hear Kacchan's voice in the back of his head. It's the realest thing in this bathroom.
"Really, nerd? That's really the only way you can cope? What an idiot!"
Kacchan had never said that before. But he would if he knew. If he knew that this was how Deku spent his afternoons. Izuku had imagined it over, and over again.
His head slumps into the tiles, holding his numb wrists under the freezing water. He needs to clean this up before his mother arrives home from her shift.
It's not like she didn't know. She had to; after seeing all the bandages and antiseptic he keeps in the bathroom cupboard. After how many bloodstained white uniforms she's undoubtedly noticed in his laundry.
He groans, steadying himself on the drawers. The faucet is still blasting. He's wasting water.
He quickly wipes the red pooling am the countertop into the drain, placing his blade back into its case. Then, Izuku turns off the tap and grabs the bandages from the cupboard in the same motion. He looks at his wounds one last time before wrapping the bandages around his wrist tightly. He cut deep - these would soak through. Nonetheless, he slips his bed shirt back on and turns slowly, vision still spotty. His body lags behind as he drags himself to his bedroom.
He was exhausted.
It was only Monday.
He groans, pulling the blanket over himself once he’s lying in bed. It was too cold for spring. As he clutched onto his hand-made all might plush, he prayed he didn't forget to put anything away.