Midoriya Izuku

Depression comfort

A/N: Tumblr people wanted some comfort for a reader that has relapsed with depression and self-harm urges so here it is

You heard a knock at your door, but you couldn't be bothered to get out of bed.

"(Name)? You weren't in class today, I'm worried" Izuku said from behind the door.

You considered going to open the door for him and letting him in, but you didn't really want to deal with other people right now, even if it was Izuku. Maybe it was more like, especially if it was Izuku. You felt like such a disappointment for how you were feeling. Even though you had been doing well for a long while now, you had relapsed with your depression. You had been fighting it for so long, trying not to let it get to you, but it did. And something that felt even worse and what you were ashamed of even more, was the fact that you were also feeling like hurting yourself. It's not like these were new feelings, but after feeling better for so long, the urges felt like they were a hundred times worse.

"(Name), could you please let me in?"

Izuku knew your door wasn't locked, but he wasn't going to just barge in if you didn't want him to, even if he really wanted to. He was worried about you. He had noticed your mental health declining, especially over the past few weeks, and he blamed himself for not doing enough to help you.

Maybe you could convince him everything was fine, if he just saw you. Knowing Izuku that wouldn't really be realistic, because he was so observant, but you decided to give it a try anyway.

"Come in" you said and sat up on your bed, still wrapped in your blanket. You had been feeling cold all the time lately.

Izuku stepped into the room, and after closing the door behind him, he sat down on the bed next to you. Neither of you said anything for a little while, before he broke the silence.

"You're not doing well again, are you?" he asked with a sigh.

You had wanted to deceive him, tell him everything was okay and that he didn't have to worry, but after looking into those emerald eyes, you just didn't feel like it anymore.

"I'm really not. My depression is back with a vengeance and so are the freaking self-harm urges" you said and leaned your head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before, I did notice that you were going downhill but maybe I just hoped it wasn't true" Izuku said and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"I know you think you should be able to help everyone, but realistically, you can't and maybe I'm just someone you aren't supposed to save" you sighed.

You were frustrated, you didn't want to feel this way, yet it still just persisted. Be it after weeks, or multiple months, it seemed to always come back, and you hated it.

"You know, realistically, you might be right, but that isn't going to stop me from helping you. I'll never stop trying to help you" Izuku said and squeezed you closer to him.

Izuku just wanted to hold you for a while. He wanted to reassure you through his touch that he would never stop fighting for you, and that you shouldn't stop either.

"I love you, and I'm never going to stop making sure you know that" Izuku said and kissed your forehead without thinking. "I'm-I'm sorry, I should've asked before giving you a kiss" he panicked straight after, looking red as a tomato. It made you chuckle.

"It's fine, and you really need to stop looking like your head's gonna explode every time you show affection for me, even if it's really funny" you chuckled.

"Isn't that one of the things you love about me?" he asked a bit sheepishly, but you could see the confidence in his eyes.

"You're right, never change, Izuku" you smiled and pulled him into a kiss by his collar.