A/N: I had a rough few days...this sort of got out my pain. So that's why I wrote it so quickly...yay...?

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Hiro closed the door to the bathroom softly and slid to the floor slowly, leaning his head against the door. He was sick of it. How many more times would he be shoved against a wall, thrown in a locker, or punched in the gut? How many more messages would he receive, telling him he was a useless nobody? How many more days would he go through, no friends and sitting in the library, eating lunch alone? How many more days was Tadashi not going to notice how hurt Hiro was?

He hated it. He hated faking a smile when he was dying. He hated faking that no one bugged him, that he was completely fine when the truth was…he wasn't fine at all. And no one cared. All of the bullies were right…he was alone, and no one would ever, ever care…

Hiro put his head into his knees, closing his eyes. How was he going to keep going? How was he going to keep faking everything…faking all of his emotions to their opposites, how was he going to act like he didn't CARE that he was being beat up every day, when who in their right mind wouldn't mind all of this?

Despite a sudden urge to control it, Hiro let out a sob, and once one escaped, several more followed. He let tears escape his eyes, tears he had been holding back for so long, and all emotions bring all their energy on him. It burned inside, it burned knowing that no one loved him, that no one would ever care about him. It burned knowing that he was alone. He would always be alone…

Hiro wiped his tears, his crying slowly dying down. He opened his blurry eyes, and the first thing he saw was a razor on the side of the sink. Instead of looking away, Hiro only stared at it longer, biting his lip.

Both sides of his brain were at war, wondering if he should really do this. Yes, do it. Nobody has ever cared about you. You deserve all of this pain. One voice said.

Oh come on, this is ridiculous…cutting yourself won't change ANYTHING. Just don't do it. The other side argued.

Just do it. Nobody cares if you did…nobody would ever care. It might not even hurt that much…

Would Tadashi want you to do this...? Be honest with yourself.

"Tadashi doesn't care." Hiro said out loud, and before thinking any more on the matter, he stood up quickly and grabbed the blade.

Hiro leaned back in his chair, every now and then glancing at the cut across his wrist. It wasn't that bad…and nobody cared if he did or didn't, so why should it matter?

Hiro heard footsteps by the stairs, and he quickly grabbed the wrist band on his desk and placed it over his wrist, hiding the wound that had just recently stopped bleeding. He didn't even look up as Tadashi entered the room.

"Hiro…we need to talk. Are you busy?" Hiro didn't say a word, only stared at the computer screen.

"Hiro…please, I need to talk to you, now." Tadashi said pleadingly, but Hiro only stayed silent. Tadashi let out a sigh and walked over, turning Hiro's chair around.

"Hey, I'm studying for finals! I can't talk right now!" Hiro said angrily and tried to turn his chair around, but Tadashi held it in place.

"Hiro, this is more important than school. I need to talk to you." Tadashi said sternly, and Hiro stopped struggling against Tadashi's grip. He knew that he would never say something was more important than school unless it truly was.

"Okay, okay. What." Hiro said, avoiding Tadashi's eyes.

"Hiro…you need to be honest with me. Promise me you will be." Tadashi started.

"Just what is it, Tadashi."

"Hiro…"

"Okay, okay, I promise. Geez." He muttered.

"Okay…Hiro, is anybody, anybody at all bugging you at school? Please, answer me honestly.

Hiro looked up into Tadashi's eyes finally, which were pleading. Surprising himself, Hiro shook his head.

"No…why?"

"Hiro, please. I know something is wrong. You used to be so happy...what happened. Please, Hiro, I need to know, PLEASE tell me…" Tadashi begged, and Hiro bit his lip.

A few weeks ago, maybe even a few days ago, he would've told him. This was his invitation to open up…a sign that Tadashi cared, that Tadashi wasn't sick of him…

Hiro stared back into Tadashi's brown eyes, wondering the same thing. Where was that boy, the boy who smiled and would hug Tadashi every day after school? Where was that small and innocent boy, the one who could easily love himself, who would never cut himself or hate who he was because of what some jerks did or said?

"Hiro, please…what's wrong? What did anyone do…please tell me Hiro…"

Tadashi cared…Tadashi wanted to know. Tadashi wanted to help Hiro, wanted to help him through the jerks and the mean words, shield him like he did countless times when they were younger…

But Tadashi was too late now.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine, Tadashi, seriously." Hiro faked a smile which made him want to throw up inside. Tadashi raised an eyebrow.

"Hiro…if someone is bugging you…"

"Well, they don't. No one bugs me. I am completely fine." Lie after lie…he kept lying over and over…but he still faked a smile, still stood strong with his lies.

"Okay…you sure?"

"Tadashi!"

"Alright, alright…I just want to make sure…" Tadashi said softly, still staring at Hiro with concern. Hiro spun back towards the computer screen, opening up an online text book.

"Hiro…?"

"What?" Hiro asked, not looking up from the computer screen or his reading.

"…you know I love you, right?" Hiro paused, biting his lip hard and staring down at his keyboard.

"Y-yeah…sure…" Hiro said slowly, lying once again.

A/N: Sorry for pain I brought...leave a comment? They make my day, really they do.