I'm gunna kms, I was walking out of the shower and I have to go past a flight of stairs to get to my room... guess what? I FELL DOWN THE FEKIN STAIRS AND MY STEP DAD SAW ME NAKEY laying flat on the floor.

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{third POV}
The whole of class 1-A stood absolutely still, staring at the bloodied passed out teen laying limp on the common room floor.

No one knew what to make out of the situation at hand, for all they knew Izuku had just been missing for two days; they also didn't know if his body's state was because of him or someone else.

Being the brave one Bakaguo stepped out of the crowd of scared students and went to check the greenetes pulse "fuckers got a pulse, he's not dead" the angry Pomeranian stated rather bluntly.

Several sighs of relief sounded around the room before a deep familiar voice made their breaths hitch in their throats "what's going on here?" Aizawa asked pushing past the horde of students to see what they were all looking at.

The teachers eyes widened half in relief and half in bewilderment at the sight of Izuku; almost instantly the black haired pro could tell Izuku was having a hangover.

"This kid" Aizawa mumbled to himself rubbing his temples once again "SOMEONE GET RECOVERY GIRL GOD DAMMIT" he snapped at the students sending them scattering through the hallways; Iida being the one to run to recovery girls office.

Frustrated but slightly relieved Aizawa bent down to Izuku's laying position and brushed a few strands of matted hair from his face.

He was shocked at how much his face shape had changed over the past week or so; his once plump and prominent freckled cheeks had become more hollow, his freckles barely noticeable; replaced with the harsh cheekbones of the boy. He also looked overall paler along with loosing a substantial amount of weight and muscle mass.

Now concerned Aizawa stroked the hollowed cheek of his student, worried for Izuku's health and mental stability.

However if we're going to be honest here, we all know that Izuku is very much not mentally stable; and that is a fact.

From a distance Aizawa would have looked a tiny bit creepy, staring at his unconscious student while caressing his cheek. But to the Aizawa, he was simply observing him worriedly, no perverted action whatsoever...

Anyways as Aizawa was staring at Izuku, his toxic green eyes snapped open and he inhaled a sharp breath "GAH WHAT THE FUCK" the sleep deprived cat man yelled falling on his ass in surprise.

"Geez you're so fucking loud hobo man" Izuku groaned rubbing his head to ease of the throbbing pain.

After Aizawa recovered his dignity he stood above Izuku as a sign of superiority and glared at the seated greenete who was trying to steady his spinning vision "where the hell were you?" Aizawa hissed in an interrogating tone "let me see if I remember...."

Izuku paused for about 30 seconds before starting again, honestly just to get on Aizawa's nerves.

"first of all I got left at the mall, then I hopped into a spaceship the spaceship then took me to a place called Mars then fucking aliens knocked me out and the spade ship crashed and here I am."

Izuku finished his little story with a smug smile; only earning a low growl of annoyance from the teacher before someone bursted into the room almost breaking the door off its hinges "YOUNG MIDORYIA! ARE YOU OK?!"

all night exclaimed in his skinny form shaking the already delirious Izuku back and forth by the shoulders "I would be if you stop fucking shaking me, I'm not a fan of rollercoasters" almost instantly All Might released Izuku from his grip apologetically "sorry young Midoryia" All might scratched the back of his head nervously as two more people walked into the common room.

The very short duo consisted of our little mouse/cat/bear principal and an old lady who kisses people for a living. Yes you guessed it, it's Nezu and Recovery Girl.

"Welcome to the party fuc-" Aizawa slapped a hand over Izuku's mouth angrily "problem child, watch. You're. Language." The teacher hissed slowly removing his hand from Izuku's mouth, only earning an eye role and pout from the younger.

"Hello there Midoryia, I'm glad to see you're back mind telling me who did this to you?" Nezu gestured to the shallow cuts and burns over his bloodied body. The greenete looked at his limbs in astonishment, not even realising that they were there.

"It was Michal Jackson" Izuku stated in a monotone voice to cover up the fact he had no memory whatsoever of what he did when drunk with the LOV "Izuku" Aizawa hissed angrily; tired of his problem child's shit.

Aizawa never wanted to admit it but he was indeed always worried for all his students; to him they were just like his children that needed to be protected. Even though they may cause him to have headaches, sleep loss, paranoia etc... he would never wish even the slightest bit of harm to any of his students.

Izuku once again rolled his eyes tired of the interrogation, he was also a little hurt that none of them were understanding his humour.

"If you really want to fucking know, the whole class left me not giving a shit about where I was and GUESS WHO I HAPPENED TO MEET??!"

Everyone stared at the greenete as he went red in the face from suppressed rage, none of them having an answer to the question "while I was having a ciga- food and Mr "Iᗰ ᘜOIᑎᘜ TO KIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᒪ ᗰIᘜᕼT" grabbed my neck and kidnapped me"

Now Izuku's statement was both correct and incorrect as Tomura Shigaraki did indeed grab Izuku's neck at the start of their encounter but that couldn't be said for the rest of the experience. After all the little protagonist basically walked into their layer with out giving a fuck and that was that.

Everyone gawked at the boys statement, once again not knowing how to reply. Satisfied Izuku got up and pushed past Aizawa to get to his dorm; slightly bumping into his shoulder on purpose "oh deary please let me fix yo-" Izuku cut of Recovery Girl sharply hissing at the three teachers "I don't need you're fucking help. Leave me alone"

With that Izuku walked away from the heroes, not wanting to be humiliated with the tears which were threatening to fall.

Izuku silently sniffled to himself and got to the showers taking of the now dry bloodied clothes, chucking them in the bin because of how stained they were.

Izuku looked at his naked body in the mirror and felt the need to throw up at the very sight of it. His ribs became extremely prominent, scarred skin clinging to bone as if he hadn't eaten in days. In fact this was true; to be fare Izuku hadn't even felt hungry so he saw no need in eating.

Finally Izuku allowed himself to cry, tears that were full of hatred towards not his friends but himself. He hated the way he looked, acted, his life, experiences. Everything.

Frustrated and angry Izuku closed his eyes and slammed his head on the mirror; fragments shattered around the room and into his hair. A small dribble of blood trailed down his pale face as he looked into the broken mirror staring at his disfigured body in pure disgust.

Izuku didn't want to feel these feelings anymore, no. He wanted it to all go away; to just disappear. He wanted to be numb.

Through blurred vision, clouded by tears he blindly opened the cupboard and pulled out his plastic bag he had attained a couple days ago. Pulling out a certain powdered white substance he spread it along the counter top and bent down to it's height. Putting a finger over his right nostril he inhaled a long strip of the coke and stood up straight.

At first it felt slightly irritating in his nose but he soon got used to it and did the same on the other side.

He looked up and some blood had seeped into his eyes from his forehead, making everything red.

He opened the door shakily, leaving the bathroom an absolutes state. Izuku chucked himself onto his bed and immersed himself into the feeling of euphoria, a feeling he longed for.

He loved it. Izuku craved for this feeling more and more. He watched as the ceiling swirled and contorted into different patterns and colours. Almost hypnotic for the green haired protagonist.

Suddenly the vibrant colours and swirling patterns changed completely black in an instant. He felt a sharp prick in his eye and he roared in pain, clutching a palm over his eye.

Izuku sat up when he sharp object moved to the back of his eye; stabbing something extremely important because the last thing Izuku heard was the sound of his fading heart beat, drumming inside his ears as all his senses faded.

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My girlfriend friend cancelled on me when I had already bought flowers and prepared a picnic so I left the flowers in the floor and ate alone.

Brb gunna go cry