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Izuku was tired. Tired of putting a smile on his face, tired of studying till he fell asleep at his desk to only get a B-, tired of training till he gave into exhaustion, tired of acting like middle school didn’t happen or bother him, tired of pretending that everything was fine.
That’s what he thought as he slipped open his phone case.
I sat on the floor thinking the day over, how hard it was to get out of bed in the morning, how I was never very hungry anymore, how even though I studied so hard I still only got a B- on the English test. I knew Aizawa wished he’d expelled me on the first day, I had felt his disapproving gaze from across the room as I failed every spar today. I knew All Might had wished he picked Mirio or someone better to be his successor. Afterall all I did was break my bones and fail at everything I did.
I grabbed my headphones from my nightstand and slid them on. Leaning against my bed as I opened Spotify and put on Mitski at full volume. I turned my phone off as I slid the case of my phone off revealing the small blade.
I quickly slid down my pants revealing the multitude of scars that littered my thighs, some days old, some years old. I put the blade to my skin, pressed down and dragged it across. I watched as it slowly bubbled up with blood. I lifted the blade and made another cut, and another one, and another one until I finished up with the one thigh. The room started to smell strongly of iron as I felt the blood dripping down my thigh and on the floor below. Not caring to wipe up the blood I started to make work of my other thigh.
I had already begun making more cuts when I brought the blade down and a hand suddenly came into view lunging for the blade. Surprised, my head whipped up to see Mr. Aizawas mouth moving and trying to grab the blade out of my hand.
Knocking the headphones off my head I pulled my hand out of his grasp
“Let go of me!” I yelled as Mr. Aizawa tried to grab my arm and go for the blade again
“Izuku give me the blade now.” He said in a stern tone. I realized I had started crying as I tried to kick him in the stomach, he grunted but his grip wouldn’t loosen no matter how much I tried to fight out of his grip.
Eventually after several minutes of us fighting for the blade and multiple pleads for me to drop the blade Aizawa had pinned me. As I attempted to struggled out of his grip his hand tightened around my wrist, “Please drop the blade Izuku.” He said as he pried my hand open revealing the blade. He quickly grabbed the blade and pocketed it in his hero suit. Wait, hero suit? Fuckkk….. Aizawa had patrol tonight and it was Aizawas day to do rounds for dorm check, I forgot to lock the door. How fucking stupid can I be, I should have taken that swan div……
I felt a tap on my forehead before I could get any farther in my head.
“Language, and you’re not stupid.” I was mumbling again, Kami I really have to stop doing that. I watched as Aizawa pulled a med kit out of one of his pockets.
“Can I see the cuts?.” I looked away and stared at the floor, slowly I nodded my head. I felt as Aizawa pushed up the end of my boxers to examine the cuts on both my legs and opened the med-kit. “This is going to hurt like a bitch.” Aizawa warned as he opened the alcohol wipes, “Language.” I half heartedly remarked. I felt the sting on my thighs as he started cleaning the cuts.
The silence felt heavy as Aizawa started to bandage my thighs, “You know we’re going to need to talk about this.” Aizawa broke the silence, I continued to stare at the floor feeling numb and floaty. Faintly I heard Aizawa sigh as he finished cleaning and bandaging my thighs. My head whipped up as I was surprised for the second time that day as I felt Aizawas arms wrap around me, cradling me to his chest.
Tears filled my eyes and leaked down my face.
“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay we’ll figure this out.” I heard him whisper as his hand started carding through my hear.
Closing my eyes I felt safe as I listened to the beat of Aizawas heart. Slowly I felt myself drift off in the warm embrace of Mr. Aizawa.