Voice [Midoriya x reader]

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A shaky hand held a small bottle with pills.

Written on the surface one could read diffrent kinds of supplements and in bigger letters the name of the substance: Valium

Without the cap the person, holding the small bottle, could see that it was halfway empty.

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It was now the third time Izuku had turned in the last two minutes. Not one position he was in felt comfortable, everytime his pillows felt like briks, his blanket far too heavy.

Yet again he was facing the ceiling, a loud sigh escaping his lips.

A quick glance to the watch told him it was already past 2am. Izuku was in desperate need of sleep, his mind wasn't functioning correctly anymore, but here it seemed like the universe gave him the middle finger.

No matter how tired he was, his mind wasn't able to rest, his thoughts mostly swirling around Y/n.

He hated how he had left her there in the bathroom. He hated the way he had scared her so much, she felt the need to lock herself in a room. He hated how he couldn't seem to figure out how to help her.

Sure they only met this afternoon, but normally the pro hero didn't need more time to figure out a way to help someone in need.

With Y/n now though, he felt like his younger self when he first started his training to become a hero. He felt like his old self that had yet to learn how to help victims properly.

He hadn't felt that useless for a very long time. It felt like everything he did or could do, would only lead to Y/n trusting him less.

It was only a day. But a day was enough for the hero to feel the slight disappointment towards himself.

By the 37th time he had turned around in the last two hours, he finally had enough and gave up on the idea of getting sleep.

With a loud groan he sat up, brushing his green curls from his face. Since his body didn't feel all too sleepy, getting out of bed hadn't been as hard as he previously thought. Still it was frustrating not being able to sleep.

Silently he made his way to the living area. On his coffee table were still the few notes he had made before.

He let his tall frame fall down on the soft cushions, though he got up again to get something to drink, before he made himself comfortable again.

The soft light of the lamp enabled Izuku to read his notes again. Without any moments hesitation he grabbed a pen and began to write.

Izuku, with no interruption this time, wrote down every single thing that stood out about Y/n.

He didn't know her age so he made a good guess. She seemed young, maybe around the same age as Izuku, but he couldn't be too sure. Her tired expression did nothing to make her look around the age of 25. Though Izuku was no-one to judge, after all his former homeroom teacher from U.A. always looked older than he actually was, his bloodshot eyes being partly at fault.

For a short second Izuku thought about bringing Y/n to a hospital to get her checked. It'd definitely be of benefit for her, since she had a limping leg and eventually pain in her mouth, considering she ate abnormally that time, but Izuku quickly dropped the idea, knowing she didn't want anyone making records of her. Also she'd definitely try to run, if Izuku tried bringing her to a doctor.

So that wasn't really an option, as much as he had to admit hating it. Maybe when she trusted him a bit more, he would be able to convince her. Until then she didn't seem to have too severe injuries that needed imitate treatment.