"Shit!"
The knife clattered onto the floor as Midoriya threw his hand over the slice he had mistakenly cut on his neck, blood dripping out of the cut and it stung horribly, he had cut right over the bruise for some reason.
He stood up on shaky legs as blood dripped down his entire arm, there were several new cuts on his shoulder and leading down his arm.
He stumbled to the bathroom with a washcloth and looked at himself in the mirror. His teeth grinded against each other as self hatred filled his brain and soul.
Quickly he began to clean the cuts, covering them in thick white bandages to make sure they would stop bleeding, he still had the washcloth clamped against his neck.
He removed it slowly and gritted his teeth, grabbing the roll of bandages and quickly wrapping them around his neck, covering up the bruises to make it look like he just didn't want to see the them.
He hadn't got blood on his uniform thankfully but he was going to have to get fresh clothes on, there was no way he was going back to school even if there was half of it left.
Stumbling into his room, he dug through his closet and found a pair of long loose pants and one of his dads old shirts that he would wear when he lazed around the house. It was still too big for him but it was the only he would wear right now just in case blood seeped through the bandages.
"Why am I such a damn idiot…" He muttered to himself as he walked to the kitchen rubbing his dizzy head. He rummaged through the cupboards and found himself some instant ramen.
He was supposed to go to Bakugou's house to eat since he had no clue how to cook whatsoever, (plus the fact that he was locked off from almost every cooking utensil in the house), but there was no way in hell he was going to his house.
"What am I gonna tell …just walk up to him, Oh hey sorry I ran off yesterday! Kacchan was just being an asshole and I had to run home before I had a freaking breakdown in front of the entire class!" He yelled as he turned the stove on with anger.
He poured the water in the pot and kept his eyes on the boiling water as he poured the noodles in and adding the flavor packet after a minute or two.
"They're probably gonna send me to the counselors office…the school doesn't know I used to cut and the fact that I'm relapsing really isn't gonna help my case…" He mumbled to himself, stirring the noodles slowly after he set a timer for a few minutes.
He did this often when he was alone at home, had small conversations with himself and not really resolving anything.
"Todoroki also had wanted to talk to me after class…and I ran out. God Dammit Izuku why are you such a dumbass…" He continued to mumble to himself, so lost within his own thoughts and mumbling, he jumped when he heard the timer he had set went off.
He quickly turned the stove off and grabbed a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard, bringing them next to the pot before pouring the fresh noodles into it.
He grabbed the chopsticks and bowl and walked over to the sofa, sitting down slowly and being careful of his sore shoulder and arm, his neck still stung and ached, the bandages also felt weird since it was the first time he had such thick ones around his neck.
Pulling his knees close to his chest he began to slowly eat his ramen, glancing at his phone that was next to the bag he had chucked on the floor when he had gotten home. It was right next to the coffee table so he didn't have to uncurl that much from his position to reach and get it.
He turned it on and was greeted by the familiar face of himself, Todoroki and Iida from the time they were all in the hospital in Hosu. He couldn't stop the tiny smile that crept on his face once he saw it, but it quickly faded when he remembered that Todoroki had wanted to talk to him.
He checked the time and quickly turned off the phone, setting it on the coffee table and pulling his legs close to his chest again, crossing his ankles as he did so.
He didn't feel like turning the TV on so he just ate in silence, he must've been on a self clock or something because right now at school everyone else would've been eating lunch.
"Guess I'm pretty used to the schedule by now." He mumbled through a mouth full of noodles.
Minutes passed by as he ate in a comfortable silence, he felt like this was just something he needed every now and then, his friends didn't bother him but he was just going to need a lot more quiet time to himself this week.
He briefly smiled to himself as he continued to eat slowly, not feeling rushed for once.
That was until someone began pounding on his door like a deranged lunatic.