𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, bnha

Calm Of The Storm

[this is a neito monoma x reader.]

Warning: Reader is having an identity crisis, mentions of reader trying to go commit suicide. please read at caution or leave!

'I heard L/N...'

'Did L/N...'

'L/N...'

That was the only thing he heard as he entered the common area as he was exhausted from running laps throughout the campus, clearly dampened from the downpour. "Woah Monoma-kun, you look like you just came out of the pool and didn't have time to dry up." Honenuki stated before hiding his laugh with a cough. "I was just running and...May I ask why you guys are talking about Y/N? Did...they do something wrong?" Monoma drifted off at the last part.

"Mx. L/N has been crying for the last few hours, the crying just got louder after you left, and we've been asking them if they were okay, but they refused to tell us." Shishida began. "So we were wondering if you could help them feel better." Ibara finished the beast boy's sentence before going back into her book she was reading. "Uhh...Why me? I think Ibara or Kendou would be much better with doing those types of stuff..." The blonde doubted.

"Please just do it. We can't take it any longer to see our colleague depressed." Shishida murmured before everyone in the common area nodding. Heaving a breath, Monoma's footsteps were heard as he headed towards the direction of the dorm areas.

Knock! Knock!

"Go away..." A gravelly voice hissed as Monoma stepped back from the change in tone. "It's just me—Mono—Monoma Neito." As the door opened to reveal a very, untamed room—clothes were all over the place, the bedsheets were ruffled, and most of all—the dorm room's owner. They clearly had their hair messed up, eyes puffy and bloodshot. "May I come inside.." He hesitated before they motioned their hands to come in.

"Are you okay?" Neito sighed as he leaned his head on the wall, eyes lingering across the room. "Wanna talk about it, if you're comfortable of course." He added.

"I—do you ever have uhm, like—iden—identity crisis situations?" This was the question that hit Monoma like a solid brick on his face. Trying his best not to also breakdown, he quietly sauntered over to the [h/c]ette before sitting down on the piercing floor.

"I used to in the past...because of my quirk. Why'd you ask?" His tone had a harsh but concerning bite to it that made the room more tense.

"I—sometimes I ask myself...If I'm really passionate about being a pro hero, or a writer. Sometimes I question if society decided 'Oh look! Let's make Y/N's life much more fucking harder than it is.' just to dehumanize me even more. Most importantly, who the fuck even am I? Am I a hero, a writer, someone who everyone hangs out just because of pity—or am I just there to be useless until they want to corrupt my life even more?" They agonized before their eyes became glossy, nose sniffling even more. "Tell me Monoma, do you hang out with me out of pity?"

"L/N listen. I never would hang out with you out of pity, you're actually a person I'd always look forward to seeing everyday. You just fill my world with rainbows and sunshine—cliché but it's the truth. If you decide to go commit suicide, you'll hurt the people you love even more. So that's why you shouldn't try to take your life, because I love you."

That was the statement that made their eyes big as saucers before tackling the blonde into a hug. "There there, it's okay now L/N, I'll be there for you when you need me." He cooed as he rubbed soothing circles on their back, while warm tears rolled down their cheeks and onto his shoulders.

"You don't have to go through this alone, L/N." Monoma stated with a faint smile on his lips.