“You guys… Really? Fighting in the middle of the night?”

Class 1A looked at the two bandaged classmates of theirs, sighing at their antics.

The two kept quiet, as they continued to clean the dorms.

As the students all left for class, the dorms became quiet once more.

Ah, fuck. I just realized something. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, because of the soup incident.

Not to mention, this morning I woke up late, and still haven't eaten.

Well, not like it matters. I had starved myself for three days before.

Wiping the sweat off his brows, Midoriya felt a gaze burning into his back. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Bakugou staring back at him.

Midoriya raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

What do you mean what’s wrong with me?

“Don’t fucking lie. I’ve been with you since we were babies. I practically watched you grow up. You’ve been acting weirdly since this morning.”

Midoriya paused, staring at the explosive blond, who was still glaring at him.

“Define ‘weird’.” Midoriya replied as he looked away, continuing to clean the windows.

He expected another series of swear words, but surprisingly, Bakugou replied like a normal human being, “your movements are sluggish.”

“I probably didn’t get enough sleep last night. You know how I am, always overthinking.” Shrugging Bakugou off casually, Midoriya continued to clean the windows.

Bakugou paused, “fine, if you want to keep it to your shitty fucking self, fine.”

Midoriya chuckled inwardly.

I could get used to this somewhat submissive Bakugou.

“Thanks, Bakugou.” The green haired boy mumbled under his breath, a small smile gracing his lips.

“What did you just say?”

“Huh? Say what?” Midoriya looked at Bakugou, confused at his sudden irritation.

“Who are you?”

“Eh? EH?”

All of a sudden, Bakugou pinned Midoriya against the windows, with his hands behind his back.

“What are you doing?” Midoriya groaned in pain.

“Don’t make me repeat twice. Who are you?”

“What do you mean who am I? I’m Izuku Midoriya-” The green haired boy winced in pain when Bakugou started sizzling his hand.

“Don’t lie! Who are you?”

“I told you who I am already! If you don’t believe me, what am I supposed to do?”

Bakugou paused, “use your quirk.”

“Huh?!”

“I said, use your fucking quirk.”

Midoriya rolled his eyes and activated One For All in his arms.

“Happy?”

Rubbing his bruised wrist, Midoriya looked at the explosive teen who was still staring at him weirdly.

Midoriya sighed, “I’m gonna patch this up.”

Leaving the living room, he headed into the kitchen, washing his bruised wrist under running cold water.

Grabbing the bandages from the first aid cupboard in the corner, Mjdoriya wrapped his bruised wrists efficiently.

Then, grabbing off a banana from the baskets of fruits, Midoriya peeled the banana, and ate it in 3 bites.

All I do is bring trouble to everyone.

Why am I so weak?

Midoriya sighed, annoyed at the series of self-deprecating thoughts flooding his mind.

We’ve been through this before, Midoriya, self-deprecating will not get you anywhere. If you are weak, move forward and improve.

That’s the only way quirkless people can survive in society.

-w-

Closing the notebook, Midoriya grabbed his cup of coffee and sat down on his balcony staring at the bright moon.

"I'm tired."

"How do I become like you, moon-san?"

You're alone up there, surviving on your own in the cold dark space. You shine light on the city, guiding them. Heck, many people across the world look up to you. Some are even inspired by you.

I can't even compare.

I thought we resolved this whole issue.

But who am I kidding?

Midoriya chuckled.

Kaachan got angry at me again.

Why?

Does it matter?

I got him angry again.

I’m such a failure, if I can’t even make him feel at ease around me.

“Urghhh.. I hate fate.”

Midoriya opened a mini bottle that he took from his pockets, popping two white pills into his mouth.

“Better go back to sleep now.”

Placing the empty cup on the table, Midoriya flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

By then, the suffocating air had already become something he was used to.

-w-

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