A sad bakudeku story🧡💚🖤~"One Last Reason"~MHA/BNHA Fanfiction

"One Last Reason"

Disclaimer I do not own the characters or the world they are featured in

Trigger warning story may include suicidal thoughts and or actions

The life of Izuku Midoriya was not an easy one. He went through a lot but even so he never told a soul. He believed it was his problem. He didn't have a quirk and he didn't want to make matters worse by seeming even weaker. He believed his problems were small and manageable. But the truth of the matter was. They weren't. They weren't small. Or manageable. They were something that even he couldn't handle but he didn't try and ask for help...

Deku POV
I woke up to the bright rays of light beaming in through my window. Another day I thought it myself as I slowly rose from my bed and closed my blinds hoping to bask in the welcoming darkness of my room. However, I knew this tranquil feeling would only last for a while. Because today was a school day. To most people my age they would say they hate school because of the teachers or work. But I hated school for a different reason. To me, the school was a hell hole full of toxic friendships, egotistical maniacs, and boxes. So many boxes. By boxes I mean categories. From the pretty to the ugly to the cool to the unpopular. From the weak...to the powerful. Who even got to decided these boxes anyways. I would like to say I don't fall into this terrible system of boxes but sadly I'm a nobody who am I to try and make a change in a society that has worked for so long. At least it works out for some. Only the powerful and people with the more favorable traits thrive while the rest of us fall behind forever banished into mediocrity. I wish I could just give up...but I can't not yet. I have one last thing to do. One last reason to keep going...

Izuku had one thing that kept him going. His one last hope. As long as he still had that. He would be able to make it through his long and hard days. He finished his morning negative thoughts and washed up and threw on his uniform. He never liked his uniform. Not because of the color size of the style but because it was a symbol of despair for him. He couldn't help but crumble when he saw it even on himself. But again he just chalked it up as another thing he was being dramatic about. He then headed down to the kitchen to see an empty kitchen with a note on the fridge. The same note as always. He didn't even read it he already knew what it said. It was the note his mom left when she knew she wouldn't be home by morning because of her job. Izuku felt like a burden because of this. Maybe if she didn't have him she wouldn't have to work so late. Maybe if he was never their her life would be so much better. And again he pushed these thoughts aside and continued on his day. He didn't bother with eating. He believed he didn't need food. So he walked out the door slinging his yellow backpack over his back and sliding on his shoes. He walked to school humming a song softly to himself. The humming was something he loved to do. He wasn't the best singer in his head but his voice was so angelic and soft if only...people got the chance to hear it...

Deku POV
As I walk to school humming my normal songs to myself. I plan out my day. I think of a way to make it through school without getting hurt or harassed. Yes, this was wishful thinking, and my plans usually never work, but I could only pray that I'll have a peaceful day at school one day. Yeah I know I don't deserve it but it's good to hope. I continue my walk to school as I approach the building my heart begins to race at the familiar sight. I take in a shaky breath as I step onto the campus of Aldera Junior High. I walked into the building instantly feeling the eyes staring at me. I was used to his. In fact, I created a sort of game. Certain phrases were said or whispered about me daily here are a couple of favorites. "Why don't you just kill yourself". " or the ever so popular "quirkless freak". I would count how many times each was said to his day. It kinda likes a coping mechanism Now the nickname Deku I didn't mind much. And there was a reason for this. It was because it was the only thing kacchan ever really gave to me. Even if it was meant to be negative. I loved kacchan...more than I loved myself. I knew deep down what kind of person kacchan really was so I didn't mind much when kacchan said things to me. No matter how bad they were. I would do anything for kacchan. yes, kacchan hated me. And yes he would bully me but I didn't care. As long as kacchan was by my side in whatever form it was I was okay.