I get up rubbing my head. "What the fuck..." I rub my eyes. Kira left a note on the coffee table.

Clearly I left. I locked all the doors and windows so you won't do anything stupid. Last night was fun! Your crazy lol. See ya later zuzu.

Last night? I check the time and it was 7 am. I lean back and groan. I groggily get up getting my uniform out the dryer. Do my morning route and head to the subway.

x-x-x-x

School doesn't start for another 20 minutes. Usually when kids are this early they usually hand out in classrooms, hallways or the cafeteria. Me? I'm gonna try to get more weed.

"Kira-."

"Yes I have weed. Meet me at the subway."

I just fucking came from there. I met him at the subway. He was with two other people. "Kid from u.a?" I stare at the two guys. "Shut the hell up."

"Isn't u.a prestigious. What the hell is a kid from u.a getting weed from Kira for." "None of your fucking businesses that's why."

"Okay okay, Midoriya's fine. I've known him my whole life. He's got his issues and reasons." He turned to me and nodded his head. "Pay me back later." I nod my head and take the bag leaving. If I get caught with this I'm fucked.

x-x-x-x

I ended up being 10 minutes late. "Nice of you to join us." I walk past Aizawa going to my seat. The whole row turned their heads and looked at me. They can smell the weed huh? Or is it the weed? Kira wrapped it pretty good. Maybe the washer didn't clean my uniform all the way.

"Midoriya. Nezu's. Now." I sigh leaning my head back. "Why." "...I think you know why." The rest of the class was confused. "I wouldn't be asking if I know why Aizawa." He gets up and walks towards me grabbing my arm. I shove him away getting up. "Don't touch me. I can walk on my own."

-

"Midoriya, hello, please take a seat."

He spent an hour talking about my attendance. See. Now if I would've said something about the weed I have in my backpack then I would've been fucked. I go to second hour. Nezu had me apologize to Aizawa.

"It's fine. We're working on projects. Your assigned with bakugo." I turn my head to see Kacchan sleeping. I walk over to him kicking his desk. "What the fuck do you want." "We're partners."

"For what." I shrug my shoulders sitting down. Kacchan and I haven't talked in 7 months.

"How's...Hows it been?" He turns and glares at me. "Stop trying to get close with me. We both know how that ends up."

....Last year Kacchan and I- well we dated each other. It was a good relationship. We've been together for a year and a half. I started doing drugs in the summer. My mental state at the time was shitty. I didn't care what I didn't and if it hurt other people. I did the things I did for me and no one else.

In the beginning on freshman year there was this guy. His name was Ren... He was a year ahead of us making him a sophomore. Like I said I didn't care to know right from wrong. So I had cheated on Kacchan....Four times with ren. The fourth time Kacchan had caught Ren and I making out.

He lost it and fought Ren. It wasn't so good for Ren. Kacchan ended up getting suspended for two weeks because of the state Ren was in and of course for fighting.

Every time I'd come over and try to at least work it out it always ended up with the door slammed in my face. The few times I tried to contact him he always blocked me.

When he was off his suspension I tried to talk to him but he never spoke one word to me. He didn't even look my way. There's been a couple times we had to work on projects together but he'd only ever say a minimum of 10 words.

All that was just the cherrie on top of everything. I hated myself and the way I was acting. I've always never really liked myself but knowing Kacchan- the one person who I let in and the one person who loved me completely turn their back on me hurt like hell.

I'm not trying to blame Kacchan it was all my fault.