Midoria
I'm a terrible person.
I can't believe I did this to him.
I threatened him.
I struck him where it hurts most.
I did all of this to Bakugo.
As I lay in my room, reflecting on everything that had happened, these words kept running through my mind.
There was so much, so much weight, that I felt crushed, powerless, and helpless.
"(sounds of crying and coughing)"
I had no right to put his through this; no matter what he did, I shouldn't have done something so disgusting to him.
Even though I knew he was a victim of domestic violence and I knew how wounded he was, I threatened his with telling everyone that he was a victim of domestic violence.
But... I couldn't think of a better way to protect myself.
I went down the wrong path for the right reasons...
"God... Please tell me what I should do, please."
Even though I wiped away my constantly flowing tears with my hands, new ones kept falling, leaving my hands and face soaking wet.
I'm so disgusted with myself; the person I've become is so awful that I'm starting to feel nauseous.
I couldn't control my urge to vomit, so I ran to the toilet to throw up.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
...
"WHY DID I BECOME LIKE THIS?"
. . .
"WHYYYYYYYY?"
"WHY?"
"why...I don't want to be like that (crying) I don't want to do these things to him (coughs) I don't want to do this... myself... I DON'T WANT ANY OF IT."
I struggled to my feet and punched the wall hard.
I didn't care about the blood flowing from my joints; I was consumed by such intense rage that I was losing control.
This anger stemmed from what I had done to Bakugo, and what Bakugo had done to me.
Why did I still feel guilty? After everything he had done to me.
I don't want to care about him anymore, I want none of this to matter to me, I want to forget our past. I want to forget him.
And I will do it.
I will do this for both of us.
***
It had taken me the whole day to calm down, and it was getting dark.I was lying in bed, watching the sunset paint the sky orange through the window.
My mind was completely blank; I was in no state to think about anything.
I could tell how swollen my eyes were from the pain, and the wet collar of my T-shirt was making my neck feel cold.
I looked away from the window and glanced around my room. My favorite All Might figure caught my eye.
I tried to get out of bed to get closer to the All Might figure, but I ended up on the floor. I used my desk for support to get up and picked up the figure.
What set this figure apart was that it reminded me of a short All Might video that I loved watching most when I was younger.
In that video, All Might never gave up on helping people, even in his most difficult moments, and became a beacon of hope for them. And even though he was completely devastated, he stood there like unyielding iron.
"I should be like him."
This was the person I was supposed to be.
My problems shouldn't be more important than others'; I mustn't forget my priorities.
I have to become the All Might of the future.