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Chapter 5

After a while, you made your way back to your room.

You felt overloaded and thought that unpacking the boxes around your room might help, starting with everything going on your bed.

As you ripped off the tape from one of the boxes, you thought back on the day. Why would Midoriya even do that? You thought. You know maybe he's right, it is all my fault. You thought about putting some music on to stop you from spiraling, but a knock on your door stopped you.

You opened it a bit just to find Bakugo standing there.

All you say is a quiet 'You should still be with Recovery Girl' before you try to close the door. The key word is try. Bakugo shoved his foot in the way.

"C'mon, I just want to talk to you." he spoke in a soft and quiet tone, as if he was talking to a scared animal, not a functional human being, and that's what pushed you over the edge.

You let out a low whine and rushed into your bathroom, away from anything else that could upset you.

After you lock the door, you scooched yourself as far under your sink as you could go.

You could hear Bakugo saying something, but couldn't exactly understand him. All you really knew was that he was irritating you and you needed him to leave. 

Eventually you were able to control the tremble in your voice.

"F-FUCK OFF." It came out as more of a screech than you would've liked, but it still managed to stun the blonde into silence.

A few minutes after, you could hear him scream something back about internships and school festivals accompanied with the rustling of paper before the door to your room slammed shut.

You shuffled over to the door and opened it, just to end up sitting against the doorway. You stared at the leaflet that Bakugo had left on the ground and decided to ignore it for now, the texture looking way too tacky for your current liking, as you stood up to fetch your phone. As (music of your choice, maybe even ghost, idk) started playing, you continued organising your room, a pile of used cardboard boxes quickly growing into a problem that you needed to solve before you layed on it. You opted for taking the boxes to the dorm recycling dumpsters.

--Timeskip--

You had managed to slip past the small group of classmates in the common room without much fuss. Kirishima had seen you in passing and offered to help your struggling self with your paper-based payload, and you gratefully accepted.

On your way back into the building, Kirishima jogged in front of you to speak to someone. A very specific, green-haired, someone. A specific someone with a somehow solemn visage plastered on. You didn't believe any of it.

Midoriya tried to talk to you as you passed, but all you gave him was a snarl, and you walked away. But unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde got all the answers he needed.

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I'M BACK!!

I think I took way too much time making this one, but on the other hand, I did just start college and I have quite a busy schedule, despite being in education three days during the week.

But I am back and hopefully the next chapter I have planned will be out quicker.

Soo...

Bye for now.

Author, over and out.

Chapter 4

By the time yours and Midoriya's fight came around, just over half of the class ended up in Recovery Girl's office, including Bakugo.

You were on the battlefield as what was left of the class watched from a CCTV room. Your green haired childhood best friend stood opposite you with a sour look on his face.

Aizawa's voice rang out across the battlefield before you could ask if he was ok, stating that we shouldn't attack or pin down the other party if they seem vulnerable.

The countdown started, and both of you got into a battle-ready stance. The countdown ended, but before you could make the first move, you were entwined in a phantom-like rope, and the user yelled out to you,

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Wha-" was all you were able to get out before you were slammed against the floor and Midoriya was above you, pinning you down and crying his heart out.

"THIS. IS. ALL. YOUR. FAULT!" he yelled again.

At this point your ears are ringing, his words seemed way louder than before, and your breathing quickened.

"Midoriya, what did I say about pinning them down!?" Aizawa's voice rang through the air, but neither of us could hear him.

Tears were streaming down your face from the pain as Midoriya started talking again,

"FIRST YOU LEFT AND MOVED TO A DIFFERENT COUNTRY, THEN KAACHAN GOT HIS QUIRK AND STARTED BULLYING ME," he then proceeded to list out all of the things that went wrong in his life up until that point, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto the concrete with every statement.

At this point you had given up trying to pry Midoriya's hands off your shoulders, instead resorting to covering your ears and trying to block out any painful noise, including the yelling.

"AND NOW MY OLDEST FRIEND AT THIS SCHOOL IS IGNORING ME BECAUSE I HAVE TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE. AND IT'S YOUR FAULT."

By now, he'd stopped slamming you against the ground, and you had the chance to sneak your leg between the two of you, plant it on his stomach, and kick him off.

You got onto your feet and realised that you had accidentally ignited his costume during the whole ordeal, and tried walking backwards to get away, but you were still having a horrible meltdown, and your legs gave way underneath you, resulting with you landing on your backside. In the end you shuffled into a corner and curled into a ball. Some teachers tried to usher you into Recovery Girl's office, but you didn't, you felt as if you couldn't do anything and preferred to just stay in the corner and die.

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After a while, they gave up and got Recovery Girl to come to you before Mina managed to persuade you to follow her to the dorm building.

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Comment of the day:

"Being similarly diagnosed myself, this holds a special place in my heart. Thank you very much. :)"

- IMakeArts16 on Wattpad

Reply:

Like I said when I replied to your comment, I am really glad you're enjoying my fan fiction so far. My main goal was to create an X autistic reader fan fic without it including too many stereotypes.

In most other fan fics like this that I've read, the reader has a mentality that's almost like a child's. I'm not saying that isn't how some people with autism act, it's just not all of us, but yet, most fan fictions I've read that about autism are exactly like that.

Anyways, at least I've found someone that can relate to me and that I can relate to.

Author, over and out.

Daily Writing (Day 3)

Pairing: Professor Willow X Teen! Autistic! Reader

Prompt: When they arrived home, they noticed that the curtains were closed.

!!THIS FANFIC TAKES PLACE IN GALAR!!

Once again, another tough day at college. To be honest, tough was an understatement. No one was listening to you, and you could feel your bones.

But as you got home, you found the curtains closed.

Confused, you greeted the receptionist, and climbed a single flight of stairs to the flat you shared with your dad.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to be greeted with a bear hug and a,

"Happy birthday, (Name)!!!"

from your old man.

All you could do was smack him in the side and wheeze out a short 'off please'.

You were happy here, with Willow, your dad. When you were having the worst of days, when people forgot a big day like this, he was always there to make you feel better.

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Write them doing the DIRTIEST most DISGUSTING shit ever, and say "womp womp" when the AI glazers complain ❤️

IF Y'ALL DON'T STOP FEEDING MY SHIT TO AI, I'LL START MAKING SIMON MOTHERFUCKING RILEY AND THE REST OF THE LOT CHEAT ON READER 🗣

I'LL MAKE THEM CHEAT ON YOUUUUUU 🥰

Give me all of your dabloons

it's always good to have your bestie in inventory

You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.

would you like a nice glass of

BRO IS YOUR NAME EDWIN OR SMTHN

i need a haircut so fucking bad not only because i just want it short but also my helmet at work 1. makes my hair look like a little boy in 1628 would approach me in the street to say oi gov'nah, d'you know when the ships will return from bri'ain? and 2. makes my shadow look like this