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Shigaraki currently sat at his desk, the light from his PC illuminating his sleeping face, his lips slightly parted as soft snores left them, his messy hair falling over his eyes, his body curled up in the gaming chair, his arm hanging off the edge, his other arm resting in his lap. His PC was making noises as notifications from Discord came through.
`@Dabii_LoV sent you a message!`
`@Bloodsucker_Toga sent you a message!`
`@HanaShimura sent you a message!`
All notifications falling on deaf ears as Tomura remained asleep, dreaming away. He was exhausted, mostly because he barely got any sleep last night, and then he had to deal with classes all day. Not to mention the *three* panic attacks he had in the bathroom as well, one of them resulting in him throwing up because he couldn't calm down. *Fucking hate university.*
He could barely stay awake throughout the three rounds Overwatch he played, falling asleep before the fourth one even started, the sleep taking over him like a demon. Before he knew it, he was off in dreamland, unaware of how much time had passed. He fell asleep at 4 PM. It was now ***3:27 AM*****, and his friends were worried about him, especially his sister, who goes to the same university as him. He knew he should probably spend more time with Hana, but he could never bring himself to do it.
See, Tomura was stuck in a cycle: Wake up late, barely drag himself through classes, maybe have a panic attack here and there, go to his dorm, stay in his room, play video games, jerk off, order takeout, play more games, go to sleep late and repeat. He knew he was stuck, but he couldn't find the motivation to get out of it. *Fucking pathetic...*
Shigaraki was suddenly awoken by an empty Red Bull can falling off his desk, causing him to jolt up, nearly falling out of his chair. He looked around a little before relaxing, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. He looked outside, realizing how dark it was. *Damn it, Tomura! You slept too long.* He chastised, cursing under his breath. He sighed against, running a hand through his knotted hair, feeling a wave of guilt hit him.
He wished he could be more productive instead of sleeping all day. He was always like this, but never this bad. At least when he was younger, he actually tried to do homework, but now he couldn't even consider finding the motivation to do it, dreading the thought as he knew he'd fail anyway. He was three weeks away from graduating as he was in his senior year of university now, and yet he still had no clue what he was gonna do when he graduated. *God, I'm a failure...*
Shigaraki buried his face into his hands, feeling the tears pricking his eyes, threatening to spill unless he got his shit together. He once again mentally berated himself for being such a damn pansy. He felt like a worthless excuse for a person every single day. He couldn't even function properly with how much shit was wrong with him.
He looked at the scars on his wrists, sighing and biting his inner lip before opening the drawer in his desk, reaching into it and grabbing a razor blade from the pack, bringing it to his skin, pressing the cold metal to it. His heart raced, hesitation filling his mind as his hand trembled. *Why can't I do it...? God, just cut already!*
However, before he could make the cut, he heard a knock on his dorm room door, causing him to jump and drop the razor blade. He quickly closed the drawer, not even bothering to pick up the razor blade. "Y-Yeah?" He called out nervously, trying to look natural. "Come in." He said flatly, his heart still racing. He knew it was probably his dorm mate knocking, probably concerned about him.
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