Bakugou's pov

I see y/n. Her face, red from tears. She glanced at me, then sobbed loudly. I'm worried. I don't know why, but I am.

'what? Why is she crying? Who made her cry?! Who wants to d-'

I stopped.

'it was me. I said I didn't like her. She heard me. Wait! Why am I worried about it?'

For a moment, I want to chase her. Hold her. But she doesn't know me. And I don't know her. I just met her... Kind of....

I storm off to the cafeteria. Kirishima looks at me, kinda confused.

"Bakubro! You made her cry!? That's not manly!"

" SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE THAT I MADE HER CRY! "

I grumble at Denki, who is talking about her. Mineta walks over to the table, immediately making me want to punch him.

"W-wow! That new girl is REALLY hot!" That's it. I throw a punch at him, knocking him back. Kirishima has to hold my arm back before I start throwing more punches and use my quirk.

" WHY DID YOU TOUCH HER!? DON'T YOU KNOW PERSONAL SPACE?! "

"  Don't you know to respect women? What you did was not manly. "

"All women are queens."

"WHEN DID YOU GET HERE, HALF'N'HALF?!"

" I'm always here, Bakugo. All I have to do is walk. "

Your pov
~time skip to the end of the day~

I lay on my bed, my face wet from crying.

I had drawn a bunch of pictures, most containing me crying.

I sit up, feeling like crap. I hate myself.

'Why can't I be good enough for anyone? Is that why momma was always mad or sad? Is that why dad never came home one night?'

~flashback~(your like... 5)

I sit in my room, drawing pictures for daddy to see. I take a hold of them and run to show momma, hiding the one for her at the bottom of the stack.

I run into the kitchen.

"Momma! Momma! Look what I drew!" I shove the pictures at her. Her head was hanging low. I slowly brought my arms closer to me.

" M-momma? Why are you crying? W-where's daddy? Are you o-"

"Shut up! You ask to many questions! I don't wanna here it! Go to bed!" She takes the pictures from my hands, ripping them in front of me. I stare in shock and fear.

" I-I'm sorry, m-momma.... " I look down.

"No! Sorry won't cut it! He isn't coming home! He is tired of you! I am too! So leave me!" She slaps my face. I look at here, holding my cheek.

I run to my room with tears in my eyes. I lock the door, running to the corner. I allow myself to be swallowed with all that she had said.

' am I really bad? He's not coming home? Daddy? They d-don't love me? W-why.... Is it because I a-am quirkless? ' I look in my mirror. In the reflection, is a very sad me. I've never seen this. I reach my hand out to the mirror, running a hand over where my face is. I pull my hand away, seeing the illusion of blood. I fall backwards, not sure what is going on. I soon cry myself to sleep...

/morning/

I wake up, with a bruise on my cheek. I walk out my room quietly. I see momma on the kitchen floor, crying.

She heard my soft footsteps and looks up.

"H-honey? Baby! No! What did I do?! I'm so sorry,
Y/n! I'm sorry!"

She lays her head on my shoulder. I look round searching for a cause of why she acted the way she did last night. I spot bottles of alcohol everywhere...

~end flashback~

I wipe my eyes from the traumatic thought. I bring my mind to a thought.

'should I?' I look at a box of razor blades I keep for my razors...

I pull one out, running the end. A stinging sensation flows over me. I look at my finger to see it dripping with blood. Something rushed over me. I pull my uniform skirt up, slicing through my thigh.

As I do this, I think of sing lyrics:

The tears fall
As I walk alone
Down this empty hall
Of my so-called home

All I want is to be loved
Can you help me out?
Is being someone not enough
Do I need to shout?

I'm a single girl
Who will give the world
To whoever cares
Would you wanna hang with me
Or do I need
Someone else 'cause you don't care
To help me out

Before I could finish the song, I hear a knock on my door.

"J-just a minute!" I stood up to put the blade away, but the door opened. My skirt fell down over the cuts, blood seeping through while some ran down my legs.

I look to see who it was, only to see Midoriya.

"Y-y/n? What are you.... No! Are those cuts?" He rushed to me, pulling my skirt up. I blush as he looked over my legs. He suddenly realized what he was doing and pulls my skirt over my legs.

"S-sorry! I... I...." He stammered.

" it's ok.... Just... Can you help? " I ask, kinda nervous.

He nods going to my dorm room's bathroom, finding peroxide and bandages. Also, grabbing towels and a cup of water.

He walks back, sitting on the ground. He sets everything beside him. He was about to start cleaning when someone busted through my door. Guess who?

The one. The only. Katsuki Bakugo.

He looks around, not spotting Midoriya and I on the floor.

" Oi, y/n?! Where are you at you nerd? " he asks, grumpy.

"U-um... Down here...." I say, looking down and away.

He spot Midoriya now, I guess.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HER YOU EXTR-" he gets cut off as Midoriya says.

"S-s-sorry! I was ju-just.... I'll leave...." He stands up, trembling with fear. He walks out shutting the door.

Bakugo looks at me, seeing the blood that Midoriya was about to clean. He sits down beside me, placing my legs on his lap. I wince in pain when he does so.

He grabs the cup and towel, putting water on it. He cleans the cuts as gently as possible, but it still hurts.

I mumble under my breath.

"T-thank... You.... I don't need this though.... You don't like me.... So why are you helping?!" I let sadness and anger take me. I was almost yelling at him. He looked at me as tears fell down my face.

" Tch. I'll be the one to ask questions, not you. "

To be continued.....

So my friend... *ahem* Miya-Saan wanted my chapter... So instead of letting her bug me, I will give it. Be free little chapter! *throws*

Jeez. I need help.

Btw, I also have a book called Winged Beauty.

Also, I was beginning to write that *song* it's mine!!!! XP sorry for any mistakes!!!!

Bye!!!