“i fucked up, why do you not care?” // TRAITORVERSE !!!!
“Kirishima...”
The thought, the mere prospect that Izuku didn’t care about their situation was laughable. It’s wrought itself upon his mind, constantly following any line of thought, LURKING behind the surface.
How could he do this? Why would he do this? Had they caused it, where did they go wrong? Why hadn’t they noticed the signs, what could have been done to prevent this, could anything have been done?
It hurts more then he thought it would. But then again, it’s not like he ever thought this would happen.
This class, their class, has become more meaningful to him then he could ever explain. His first friends, his family- that’s what they were to him.
Never before did he feel like he may actually belong somewhere, to feel wanted. To greet someone and not be ignored. Small touches, a brush of the hand, a nudge of their shoulder- they weren’t repulsed.
They didn’t hate him, They didn’t think he was pathetic, that he was nothing.
That he was USELESS.
And Eijirou-
He’s everything that’s expected of a hero, he’s one of the most promising in their class- whether he sees it or not.
Or, well, he was.
Which makes it so confusing, so frustrating to think that what they know about him could have been a lie, that he could have been lying. That those smiles, those jokes, those hugs and that support was all fabricated because his motives were less then pure. Was he playing them the whole time? Did he mean to make a fool out of them?
Did he mean to hurt them?
Because each breathe aches his lungs, stretches them wide and threatens to collapse in of itself. Was it something he did? Something he didn’t do?
How could he let someone down like this, someone he considered a friend?
Was that all gone? What did this mean, what did this change? Were they enemies now?
Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, hardly spared a second thought as they slip down his cheeks with little to nothing stopping the flood. Pooling at the bottom of his chin and dripping down, his nose pink and only a fraction of the shade his cheeks currently supported.
It hurts. It’s agonizing, and he’s not sure anyone even knows what to do at this point.
“I know that’s not who you are.”
There’s no way that the person he knows could have done this because he wanted to hurt those around him, no way that he wanted to cause this. There has to be another reason, Izuku just doesn’t know what it is.
But there has to be a way to fix this, to make things right again. He won’t give up on Kirishima.
“Just let me help you!”
Please. Please.
“Please.”
Don’t leave us, not like this.
