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*You know what you should do? You should steal Aizawa's scarf and use it to hang yourself.* Said the little voice in Izuku's head-- well, my head I guess.
I sighed at the voice and continued to ignore it. I haven't always had the voice, I remember the first time he actually said something. It was the day in middle school when Kacchan told me I should kill myself. The voice just started building off of that and every night would tell me *You should have listened to Kacchan and ended it all when you had the chance.*
Now, the voice was - as usual - trying to convince me to do something that I refused to do, while Mr. Aizawa was teaching. I decided to completely ignore it and focus on writing notes instead of possibly feeding into the thoughts.
After moving into the UA dorms, the voice had become louder and more consistent in trying to destroy me mentally. He used to be an annoying whisper in the back of my mind, but now he was like he was sitting right beside me with threats and "advice." I didn't know why this was happening now of all times but I just assumed it was because I was going to be constantly surrounded by people who were my close friends but they would never understand.
One day, all of class 1A was hanging out in the lounge chatting and playing games as usual. I was sitting next to Iida and Uraraka and we were talking about school work. When suddenly a voice said, *Shove a pen down your throat so you bleed out and choke.* I heard it from right beside me so I turned my head confused, but no one was there.
"What's wrong?" Uraraka's kind voice asked and caught my attention back on them.
I turned back toward them and said. "Uhh, sorry, thought I heard something. Anyways, I thought-"
*Go to your mirror, cut your throat and watch the blood gush down your neck.* It said again but this time instead of just hearing the words, my mind imagined it. I saw myself standing in front of my mirror in my dorm, bloody knife in hand, as I watched the thick, red goo run down my neck like a waterfall. I instinctively put my hand over my mouth in hopes of either holding back a gasp or to stop myself from vomiting.
"Deku, what's wrong?" I heard Uraraka ask concerned, but I couldn't see her, I could only see the blood everywhere.
"I-I have do go." I stuttered as I ran toward the stairs in hopes of getting to my dorm.
Ever since I can remember, I've always had this thought in the back of my brain to scratch so hard at my arms that I would start bleeding and I would be able to feel the skin under my fingernails. It wasn't until a couple years ago that I actually acted on these thoughts. With being in a stressful and vulnerable situation, my hands moved toward my arms on there own. As I climbed the stares I scratched and scratched at them harder than I have ever done before in hopes of distracting myself somehow from what I saw. I stumbled and tripped and my arms touched the edge of the stairs which made them feel raw to the touch and I whimpered from the pain, fighting to make it to my dorm.
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"I-I have to go." Bakugo heard Deku squeak as he stumbled toward the stairs.
"What the hell was that about?" He asked, annoyed at Deku.
"I don't know." Mina said then continued talking to the rest of the Bakusquad. As they continued chatting, Kastuki felt a tingle run through his body quickly. He knew this feeling all too well. He stayed were he was hoping the feeling would pass, but it didn't, it only became stronger and more apparent to him that something was wrong.
Kastuki knew he would have to trust his legs to go wherever he was needed, so he stood up, said to his group, "I'll be right back." then gave his legs control. He walked over to the stairs and began to climb as he thought, 'I swear, if that damn nerd broke his arm by climbed the stares I'm gonna kill him.' The tingle feeling, also known as Katsuki's 'Deku sense' that let him know if something was wrong with Izuku Midoriya, was starting to fade as he came closer to the possible danger.
He looked out in front of him at the stairs and stopped in his tracks as he saw something strange. On the very edge of a stair, he saw a small blob of red. Katsuki reached his hand out to touch it, after he made contact he looked at his finger and realized 2 thing. 1 The red was blood, and 2 it was fresh. His eyes were then drawn to the higher steps which also had blood on them. His feet continued to climb and seemed to follow the trail of blood. As he ascended up he realized the blobs were becoming bigger and closer together.
Once he finally reached the top of the stairs, Katsuki looked in front of him to see where the blood was leading. It seemed to be guiding the way to.... Holy shit is that..... Deku's room?! Katsuki's legs picked up the pace and he jogged over to his best friend's door. He went to reach for the door handle when suddenly he stopped only an inch away. Katsuki Bakugo's entire body went silent as he stared at the handle that was covered in a thick red substance currently dripping down and clinging to the door.
'What the hell happened?!' were the only words materializing in Katsuki's mind. Despite knowing the fact that for him to open the door he would have to endure having what he assumed was Deku's blood on his hands, he turned the handle and opened the door.
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As he continued to scratch at his arms, the voice in Izuku Midoriya's head continued yelling at him and making him see these horrific scenes that for legal reasons I cannot even begin to explain. Izuku went to the darkest corner of his room and leaned his back against the wall as his slid down to the ground. He hugged his knees while simultaneously continuing to scratch at his arms. As the voice screamed in his ear, Izuku felt the skin collecting under his fingernails, and his hands became sticky from blood oozing out. He had scraped against the same spots enough time to not even comprehend how deep the wounds were, but he wouldn't have cared either, he just wanted this never ending nightmare to end. 'Please, enough already, stop.' He whispered repeatedly hoping the voice would listen. "Please, stop."
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Bakugo looked around Midoriya's dorm to find where he was. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Deku in the corner of his room. He was in a little ball on the ground, surrounded in a puddle of dark red blood oozing out of his arms which was currently scratching away at. As the Pro Heroes would say; Katsuki's legs moved on their own before he could even think. He crouched down in front of Dek- Izuku, and firmly grabbed his wrists and pulled them away gently from his arms. Katsuki held Izuku's hands as he realized Izuku was whispering something repeatedly. He couldn't quite make it out but it sounded like pleading to stop.
Katsuki slowly and gently put both of Izuku's hands in one of his own hands so he could pull out his phone quickly and get help. He went into his contacts and texted Aizawa, 'SOS Deku room' hoping the hero would understand.
Kastuki looked back up at the scared boy in front of him and was about to say something when in an instant Izuku had this look in his eye of realization or pure shock and he stopped whispering. He was only silent for a few seconds but it felt like hours to the blonde, this moment was like the silence before the storm. Then all at once without warn, Kastuki Bakugo's green-haired best friend took a deep shaky breath and screamed, "STOP!!!!!" His voice cracking before he could finish.
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After Izuku Midoriya finished screaming at the voice in his head, he took a breath. The noise wasn't completely gone just quieter, back to a whisper. He realized he wasn't scratching his arms anymore, instead he felt firm warm hands holding his wrists. He began to look up slowly to see who it was. He only got to around the chest area when the hands that were holding him pulled his arms so hard he was brought off balance and he then landed into the person. He took in a sharp gasp of shock only to realize that what he smelled was a warm caramel aroma.
"Kacchan?" Izuku whispered barely intelligible.
He heard the deep, raspy, comforting voice of his childhood best friend say, "Yeah it's me. I'm here Izuku."
As soon as Kacchan said those words the whisper in Izuku's head was completely silent. He then melted into his friends chest as he felt his arms surround him like a blanket.
"I got you. You're safe now." Kacchan said into Izuku's hair.
Safe. That's all he ever wanted to be. Midoriya had never felt truly safe, because villains seemed to constantly attack the school at the worst times. But now hearing those words from the one person who was always there no matter what, Izuku, finally, felt truly safe.
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As Katsuki held Izuku and tried his best to reassure him, he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He looked back toward the door where a tired looking silhouette stood, clearly concerned. Katsuki let out a sigh of relief now knowing that Aizawa understood his text.
Aizawa walked into the room with his phone flashlight in hand, and it slightly burned Katsuki's eyes a little. The Pro Hero crouched down next to the boys to help in whatever way he could.
"What happened?" Aizawa asked, his voice even.
Katsuki tried his best to stay calm as he explained. Once he got to the part where he saw Izuku scratching his arms, Aizawa carefully and slowly picked up one of the kids arms to examine the damage. Katsuki hadn't realized, but as he held Izuku he had intentionally avoided touching his arms to make sure they didn't get worse. They weren't bleeding as badly anymore but still enough to be concerning. Katsuki was confused how the kid hadn't passed out yet, he probably still had a good amount of adrenaline left to keep him going.
Aizawa took out his knife and cut a descent amount of his scarf to use as a bandage. He took one of Izuku's arm and prepared to wrap it. Katsuki instinctively held the boy a little tight to prevent his from moving too much and to hopefully keep him calm.
"This might sting a little but I'm going to bandage your arms, ok?" Aizawa informed Izuku.
The now calm boy in Katsuki's arms just nodded. As Aizawa gently wrapped his arms in his binding cloth, Izuku fell asleep leaning into to the blonde. After a few silent moments of his teacher bandaging up his friend, Kastuki quietly asked, "Where is everyone else?"
"Still downstairs. They don't know anything for sure but they all know something is wrong." The teacher responded quietly tried to not wake his problem child.
"Once you're done with this, I'll take him to Recovery Girl and you can tell the others everything." Katsuki said making a deal with Aizawa.
Aizawa nodded in understanding although he was caught off guard with the sudden responsibility
Katsuki had found.
Aizawa finished bandaging his student, then stood up. "I'll go tell the others now. Get him to Recovery Girl as soon as possible." He said calmly.
"Got it."
With one last look at his problem children, Aizawa took a step toward the door then stopped and turned to Katsuki. "Hey."
Bakugo looked back at Aizawa.
"You did good, kid." He said with a proud look on his face. Then he turned and left.
Katsuki sat for a moment in shock, then he looked down at Izuku, smiled, and softly chuckled. "Yeah, I did."