Downward Spiral (Izuocha)

Chapter 45 First session

Izuku P.O.V.

After having collapsed on Sunday in front of everyone and then passing out from exhaustion, I was told by Iida that Todoroki took me to my room and that he and Uraraka would be the ones that would be by my side for the most time as a request by them. A few others had also wanted to volunteer and told Iida said that he allowed anyone that wanted to keep a close eye on me, but to not disturb and to be respectful while using his signature hand chops. Because he is the class rep he had other responsibilities to attend to, he said that although he would care and worry for me but could not be next to me at all times, in contrast to Uraraka who, and he quoted, said she would 'stick like hot glue' with me. It was refreshing, knowing that people were actually looking out for me but at the same time I couldn't help but feel.... guilty. They have to go out of their way to try and keep me in check, make sure I don't make the same decision due to my own fault and stupidity. So when class on Monday seemed fairly normal, except from some sympathy glances from some teachers like Midnight, it was a huge relief.

But it all led to here. The one door that I didn't want to open because it's the point of no return. Once I head in there, nothing should hold me back from telling the truth, my truth. My feelings. It was just a Tuesday afternoon and classes had finished, the chilly breeze of the now empty corridor did not help to try and take the next step. Was it even worth it? Who knows. But if I go through then I won't have to be forced by mister Aizawa. Knock knock. The door opened, and there emerged an orange bandana, sea green hair and a smile that somehow meant hope and faith in the future. In me. "Hello Midoriya, please come in and take a sit." I walked in and sat in the leather chair in front of the pro heroine, waiting for her to be comfortable so that the therapy session with Ms Joke would start. "Before we begin, can I call you Izuku while in here?" Although a bit strange, it was comforting knowing that the intimacy would stay here, so I just nodded.

"Great! Then call me Ms Emi or Ms Fukukado if you aren't comfortable with my first name. Anyways, your mother, Inko, told me a bit about the situation so if you ever feel like not sharing something, just tell me." Her voice was soft and caring while full of sincerity, as if she knew that whatever she would be diving straight into as soon as I started talking, she would make sure to make me feel better. "Yeah, thank you Ms E-emi for this." She just smiled at me calling her by her first name, before grabbing a pen and asking away. "So you are the latest bloomer of all time Izuku. What was it like growing up?" A simple question, but it was one that depending on how I answered it, it may reveal even the deepest feelings that I keep to myself. "W-well, it wasn't easy to say the least. The doctor had told me that I was q-quirkless when I turned four and the chance of me getting a quirk were too slim. That did not make me very popular... not that I was much popular before that. Hence why they called me Deku even before that, and why it stuck with me ever since."

She wrote down a few things on her pad, then looking up to me again with a reassuring smile, trying to keep the warm and friendly environment even after my implications. "But now you turned it around. Deku is the name of the hero that can do it! That to me shows great acceptance." I felt my face heat up a bit at the compliment and at the memory of Uraraka finally changing that damned word for the better. However, her look turned solemn and seemed like she calculated her next words carefully. "Izuku, if you can, and are willing to do so, I would like to hear a few anecdotes on how you were treated. You don't have to use names but I know that Bakugo went with you to school for your entire life, so please do tell me if he played an important role." I was easily take aback by her statement, considering the fact that they somewhat knew of Kacchan and his possible involvement. Whether it was positive or negative, they can only do educated guesses with his treatment towards me this year from his part. It doesn't look good for him.

"I-is everything we discuss here confidential? Does it stay between us?" She just nodded, keeping her silence to let me continue. "Then please, don't expel Kacchan from the hero course nor U.A. He has really changed and keeps doing so for the better. He isn't the same." She looked at me, wide green eyes in surprise as if my request seemed far fetched. "You asking such a thing and then stating that does not convince me. But I'll hear you out. Do you remember the first time you too clashed." I nodded, one of the most prominent memories in my head, the moment I knew I wouldn't give up to be a hero. "Y-yeah. We were around four or f-five at the time. He was using his quirk and bullying this kid for having a quirk that wasn't really powerful. I stepped in to save the boy from any more pain, but Kacchan and his friends came at me for being apparently worse than the kid and beat me instead. They seemed to like it and word got out, making me the p-punching bag of the school." I shuddered at those memories, having to relive what can be considered the worst moments of my life isn't fun. This sessions are going to be long.

Heyo. So I wanna do something for New Years. Call it a late Christmas present or a New Years present, I've decided that tomorrow I drop as many chapters as possible (max five) of this fic. If I get to the max that would mean 50 chaps on this year, but it wouldn't mean the end. All you readers have given me unconditional support believe it or not, even if you don't vote or comment, so this would be as a thank you for this year. Anyways, hope you had or have a phenomenal day, remember everyone is awesome, and I'll be back tomorrow.