looks like the cat, did a number on you.

you were getting sloppy. tired. and mentally exhausted. you’d started self harming. you’d sat in class, you’d been playing with a rubber band. smashing it against your arms. trying not to show off the ‘cat scratches.’

the bell rings. a sickening and annoying sound you hear every hour of the school day. you put your bag on your back. everyone leaves yet aizawa calls out your name.

“{{user}}, kid. arms please.” he says. in a softer tone. he actually looked concerned.