My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Depression

Prompt: Izuku goes through a depressive episode.
It turns out, writing trauma for a character calms me down.
I wanted to do this for a while because Izuku has mentioned having depression, but I don't really have a reason in the story to show the full extent yet. So I decided to do it here.
Here, it's not just depression.
For those unaware, if you become stressed to a certain point, your body can basically poison itself in attempts to protect you from the danger. For example, if someone has to go somewhere scary, they may become paralyzed. This is rare and a extreme state, but it's possible. This is displayed here as well.
If you are easily triggered, don't read this. I went pretty deep with this one.
Also, if it is inaccurate, sorry in advance.

Warnings: Depression, Depressive Thoughts, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts

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"Izuku, can you take care of this case for me?"

"Have you seen the media lately? They're back at it with the quirkless conversation. I think you should make an interview."

"Hey, we need you to take over this patrol route. The hero called in."

"You need to stop acting like this. You're a hero now. Act like one."

"Watch the kids-"

"Read this-"

"What should I do-"

Izuku takes a deep breathe as an attempt to get rid of the voices bouncing in his head.

There's so much to do, yet he doesn't know where to start.

Getting out of bed would help.

Izuku sighs. He rather stay here than get out. It just seems like so much work. His body feels heavy. It's a chore just to breath.

Why can't the world shut up for once? Or, at the very least, work with him?

Wouldn't that be a joke of the year?

Izuku opens his eyes to find the clock in front of him, reminding him that it's four in the morning.

Didn't he go to bed an hour ago?

Izuku slowly lifts himself out of bed, barely noticing his surroundings as he changes into his uniform. With a blurred idea in his head, Izuku leaves his apartment, prepared to act out today's show.

He doesn't need people to worry, after all.

He ignores the numbness and trudges on. People have way worst problems than him.

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Each day after, it gets worst.

Overtime, he becomes more numb.

More tired.

More disconnected.

Everything felt like a chore.

Each day, giving up becomes more appealing.

Until he finally collapses.

- - -

Breathing is more difficult than usual this morning.

However, he must move.

When Izuku stands, he nearly stumbles for how weak he feels.

His heartbeat quickens, and its rate grows as he approaches the door to his office area.

He feels like he is suffocating.

His vision is getting blurry.

Izuku is ready to drop.

When he opens the door and sees the ever-growing piles of papers, he does.