The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Part 2: Chapter 0.

An open letter to you.

She was a different person after that day. But she was still in immense pain, almost every single day.

How do you support someone when that is happening?

All you want to do is remove that pain; take it away and feel it for yourself in her place.

But you can't.

Some part of you wished that just loving her could fix her; take away that pain. You learn that love alone cannot do that. As much as you wanted it to. However, it was much beyond your capabilities.

Thus, all you could do was hold her hand. Hug her, tell her it was going to be okay. Just... be there for her. And of course, help her find real help.

And at the same time, you're watching someone you love crumble and break with every passing second that they struggle, with every tear, with every relapse and every bad day. And you can't let yourself break too, even though it fucking hurts to see that. Because you have to be strong for her.

All you can do is watch.

Bear witness to the pain, the aches, the holding on for dear life. She spent much of her life holding onto small glimmers of hope, until it was taken away cruelly. You think she got exhausted from that. But she tried. She tried again and again. For herself, for you, for her friends.

Most importantly for herself.

You learn to understand that you are powerless throughout her process of healing. You have to be kind enough, and strong enough, to know that you are indeed useless here. That all you can do, in fact, is be there.

You had to forget that pain that you have to feel.

In order to push her to get better.

In case she forgets why she's doing this.

"Please just try them."

"I don't wanna rely on a fucking pill for the rest of my life!!"

"I know. It might not be forever-"

"But it might!! It MIGHT. It probably will!"

"I understand, but the doctor said-"

"Fuck what that quack said!! You know these things completely conk you out? Turn you into a zombie? I don't want that, Shouta."

"I thought you wanted help. What... did you expect, Y/N?"

"... I- I don't know. Like, writing in a journal or they'd just tell me what's wrong with me then I'd learn to live with it."

"You know you're going to need a lot more than that. Please. I know it's scary, but you don't know until you try. Please just try. We'll see how it goes, okay? Please..."

"... Okay. I'll try it."

Things seem not so bad at first. She complains that she's feeling nauseous, headaches, nothing serious. Again, all you can do is hold her hair away from her face and rub her back whilst she throws up.

And that's what you did. Weeks pass, she's feeling fine. She's happy.

But... is she?

Was- she?

Maybe she was feeling a little too good.

"Where are you?? It's 2 in the morning? Please don't tell me you've disappeared again."