《You Broke Me First》Ch.6.5- Another Friend?
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3rd POV
"Are you sure you want to do this Ochako? "
The frog-like girl asked. The brunette looked at her friend and smiled.
"If I don't, he will hurt himself Tsu. "
The brunette slightly frowned. Tsu frowned as well.
"Won't this push him more though? Kero."
Tsu asked looking at her friend for an answer. Uraraka looked down in thought.
"I don't know. But I have to try. "
"What if this goes sideways?"
Uraraka stopped what she was doing and looked up at her friend.
"If things do go... Sideways, I'll do my best to help. "
She said continuing with her plan.
"I don't know Ochako. This seems wrong. Kero. "
Tsu said looking down as Uraraka was placing stolen records under Izukus bed in the dorms. They were on their lunch break right now so they still had time to get back to class.
"Just leave it Tsu. Come on. "
Time skip
???? POV
'I wonder if the roof is empty. '
I walked up the stairs and pushed the roof door open. I walked out and saw a figure in the corner of my eye. Someone was sleeping by the wall. They looked so peaceful.
I walked over to them and crouched down in front of them. Their hair was curly green, shiny and it looked soft. They had small freckles on their cheeks and long eyelashes.
I lifted my hand and brought it to his hair. Once my hand touched his hair, I fell in love with it.
'So fluffy. '
I moved my arm a little and looked down to be met with big green eyes looking at me curiously. I froze and quickly jumped back.
"Jees!"
I shout startled. The boy looks at me confused, tilting his head to the side.
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'Cute. '
'Wait what?! '
I covered my mouth as I felt my face heat up. He went to his knees and slowly crawled to me like a curious cat. I backed up as much as I could but my back hit a wall. The boy got in front of me just between my feet and sat looking at me.
"Aren't you in class 1-b? "
He asks tilting his head.
"I-i-i... Y-y-yes."
I stutter. His face lightens like a light bulb.
"Oh, I remember you! "
He smiled.
'He knows me?'
"Monona right? "
He asks. Wait green hair, smart, and freckles.
"Your that 1-a nerd! "
I shout pushing myself up with his eyes following me.
"Your 1-a trash! "
I yelled. He looked at me confused and shrugged. He stood and walked over to the edge.
"Hey don't ignore me! "
I say walking over to him. He turns before I reach him and leans on the wall looking at me.
"You know, I don't think kacchan likes you. "
He says thinking.
'What?! Who the fuck is kacchan?! '
"What are you talking about? "
I question annoyed. He looks at me and shrugs. He turns back around and looks at the edge, leaning on the wall still. I walk over to his side.
"You know some people are saying that you are a whore and that you sleep around."
He looked at me slightly surprised but went back to neutral.
"That's why I was getting weird looks earlier. "
He says with a sigh placing his head in his hand.
'Does he not care? '
"Well, I guess I deserve that seeing as I want to die. "
"Yeah-wait what?!"
He looked at me confused.
"You don't know? "
He asked me. I nodded no and he slightly smiled.
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"I thought everyone knew by now. "
He chuckled. I looked at him confused and his smile flattened.
"I want to die. "
He says as if it was a normal thing to say. I mean some people say it when they're complaining but he says it like saying hello.
"Why? "
I ask. He looked at me and back at the view.
"I just like the idea of dying. "
He said with a shrug.
"Wait so your not depressed or anything like that? "
I ask. He looks at me and bursts out laughing.
"Wh-what?
I stutter. He wiped some tears from his eyes and looks at me.
" I'm not depressed. I just like the idea of my death. "
He chuckles.
"Do you..... You know? "
I ask. He looks at me confused. I look down at his wrist and he raises his brows in understanding.
"I tried once but it seemed like a boring death so saved myself. "
He smiles with a shrug.
"You're weird. "
I say. He looks at me and chuckles.
"I tell you about my stupid condition and you say I'm weird? "
He laughs.
"Heh. In a good way, I mean. "
He looks at me surprised. I then realize what I just said. I start to feel my face heat up.
"Umm, i-i mean.... "
"You're weird in a good way too Neito!"
He smiled a closed-eyed smile. I start to feel my face heat even more.
'Cute. '
'Th-thanks! "
I stutter and pretend to look at a nonexistent watch.
"Umm well, I got to... Um, go. Bye! "
I ran to the door and basically leaped down the stairs. I stopped at the 2nd floor panting for air. My chest beating fast from running down 3 flights of stairs and from whatever that feeling was.
'What the hell was that?! '
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