I don't know how any of this happened. One day I'm being bullied, shunned, and abused. Then the very next I'm sitting in my room with Hatsume-san talking about what kind of support gear Kamui Woods could use.

It was a sudden but not unwelcome change in my life. Even if Hatsume-san tended to get to close or touch my arms and chest because she wanted to test her newest baby, the very thought of calling it a baby still makes me blush. The most significant change was that she would come to my school gates after school was over.

At first, I was confused as to why she was there and assumed it would be a one-off kind of thing, but every day without fail she would show up. How did she even manage that? I remember her telling me she went to another school so how would she get here in time for school to end? Did she run or take the station to get here? No, the station doesn't run during at this time and even if she did that's at least a thirty-minute ride from her school to mine. Maybe she had her dad drop her off? No that wouldn't make since her dad works during this ti-

"Oi Deku shut the hell up!" Oh no, Kacchan.

"K-Kacchan I'm s-sorry I didn't mean to annoy-" Another explosion ripped the words out of my mouth.

"I said. Shut. The. Hell. Up!" The crackling of explosives that followed his sentence terrified me into silence. "Settle down Bakugo." Was the teacher finally going to do something about this? "If you're going to fight at least do it outside of school." I guess not; I really shouldn't be surprised anymore.

Muttering has been something that I have done since I was a kid.

I never knew why I did it, but I know it bothers everyone else around me. Well everyone except for her.

Walking out of the school building I found myself enjoying the light rain that had started to fall; the storm was always helpful; it diluted Kacchans sweat and cooled his body down so he couldn't cause as powerful explosions. He usually left me alone on rainy days preferring not to get wet... He would still go with his signature insults though.

"Hey! You shitty nerd get back here!" Today was not one of the days he would show mercy though. I hadn't even turned around before a solid punch had landed on my face, and I could feel my bones crack under Kacchan's knuckles.

I was sprawled out on the ground before I even knew what happened, a small trickle of blood coming out of my lip. I stayed there, I knew how Kacchan liked to bully people, and if I fought back, it would only get worse for me. "The hell you muttering about you useless loser?!"

Was I still muttering? I couldn't even tell anymore.

"P-Please Kacchan I need to meet a-a f-friend." I knew he wouldn't stop... He never stop's. This time was no exception either. A brutal knee found it's way into my stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs.

"What the hell are you talking about you bastard? No one would ever be friends with a useless loser like you."

No that's not true Hatsume-san was my friend. Wasn't she?

"Hey grab his bag." Oh no, one of Kacchan's lackies was going through my bag. No no no no no, please leave that alone. "Hey! Looks like he made a new notebook. Wonder whats inside this one?"

No, please not that one. Hatsume-san and I wrote that one together. "Pink and green? The fuck's wrong with its color pattern?"

"That's what you're worried about?" I had to agree with the lackie this time.

"Give me that." Kacchan had already snatched it away from his "friends." There was no way I could get it back now. He flipped through the pages; his snarl must mean he didn't like what he saw.

"The fuck is this?! What you get someone else to write in your creepy ass journal to?" He must be talking about how Hatsume-san insisted on using a pink pen and bugged me into using a green one.

"Color coordinating is the best way to mix our ideas. This way we can make the maximum number of babies possible!" Her words wrung in my ears. A brief peace in the torment before I heard a tearing sound. He was destroying the notebook! No all of our hard work! I tried to stand to stop him, but all he did was give a feral smirk.

"Hold the bastard down." A simple command and one that the lackies were more than happy to follow. I was forced against the wall of the school. Blood was leaking out even more after the abuse I had taken. Kacchan crouched next to me, and his smirk grew wider.

"So how many of these do I have to destroy before you get the point?! You can't be a hero!" His words accompanied by the sound of the first page being torn out.

I screamed for him to stop; however a fist brought me back to silence. And it continued like this until they got bored. Destroying the one thing that's been holding me together while I cried and begged for them to stop.

No mercy would come on this day either. At least they finally left, a small comfort after today's events. I cried silently as Kacchan's left, his last words of "Go throw yourself off a roof, maybe then you'll finally be good at doing something." still ringing in the air.

I reached for my bag and opened the smallest zipper. A small razor blade followed my hand out the bag. I couldn't wait until I got home anymore.

I just needed the relief right now. I pressed the edge against my wrist. A few small cuts are all I would need to make the pain go away. No this is worse than before. I should cut deeper, that would help.

The razor's edge was against my wrist, and I slowly drew it across. Blood flowed freely from the wound another small comfort in this situation. If I keep this up, I can make it home calm enough to finish there were no eyes would see.

"M-Midoriya?" No. No, no, no. Please, not her. Let anyone else but her see this. I turned, and sure enough, Hatsume-san stood in front of me. Could you at least give me a break god?

Was I that horrible in a past life for you to force this upon her?

"H-Hey H-Hatsume-san."

Was this the best I could do? Was I going to leave it at a greeting? No, you have to say something else, anything else!

"The rain sure is nice today huh?" Not what I had in mind, but I'll roll with it.

Wait, what was that noise? Was-was she crying? I don't want her to cry over the notebook. I remember most of the information anyway.

"H-Hey Hatsume-san, don't cry; I can always re-write the information."

"I don't care about the book!" She was screaming and it hurt to hear her do it, "Who did this to you?!"

Was she crying for me? That can't be right. We were only friends for a little over a month so why does she care? "Hatsu-"

I was caught in a bone-crushing hug before I could even finish saying her name. Did she care about me? She shouldn't; I'm useless, at least that's what everyone else says. She would do better without me after all.

Another sob grabbed my attention back to her, she was here now, and she needed me.

No, no more thinking like that. Hatsume-san is right here. How can I expect to be a hero if I can't even help those around me?

I lifted my arms before wrapping them around her. Giving her a gentle smile I brought her closer, and we cried together. Our sobs are filling the air. "Why would you do this?" That was such a simple question, but I couldn't bring myself to answer it.

Why did I do this? Was it because I'm useless? Maybe. That seems like the best answer. Oh, I must have said that out loud. Her tears came back in greater force, and she wrapped herself around me even tighter.

"Please stop crying." I pleaded with her, I never wanted to see her cry.

Wait, why did she have my razor? Oh no.

"Hatsume what do you think you're doing!" I didn't have time to stop her as she slashed it across her wrist. It wasn't deep, but it was nowhere near as clean as when I did it.

"Every time you hurt yourself I will too do you understand!? We are partners that means I share your pain as well do you hear me!"

No, I don't want to see you hurt. Please don't cut yourself for me.

"Hatsume-san, please think about this, you can't b-"

"No, I've made my decision. When you hurt yourself, you hurt me too. So if you want me to stop you need to stop as well." I had no other choice in the matter. I agreed.

"Good. Now then we still have plenty of babies to make together, so you better make up for lost time."

"Wait we need to clean your cuts first!" My desperate shout only staled he for a moment.

"Alright new list of objectives! Number one clean up our wounds. Number two make babies all night long!" Why did she have to yell that in the middle of the street? People were looking at us. Suddenly, a small growl was heard, and I looked over at Hatsume-san. She rubbed her stomach tenderly. "Objective number three get food because lunch today was gross!"

Maybe, maybe I wouldn't need to hurt myself anymore. Because if she was by my side, I think I could push through.