another MHA angst story

jared 🤢🤮

That night Izuku slept where it had happened. His own bed.

He got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. He proceeded to throw up. Not because of a nightmare. Not because of anxiety. Not because he was sick. Because he felt so deeply disgusted with what had happened in his own body.

He felt unclean no matter how much he washed. The feeling crawled right under his skin, giving him shivers and waves of dizzying nausea.

He stood up and brushed his teeth, lost in his own thoughts. He put his toothbrush back and opened the bathroom door. He found Jared standing right in front of it.

His eyes widened as Jared pushed him back into the bathroom.

"No- no please no." Izuku whimpered, "no no NO!" he yelled. Jared launched towards him and put a hand over his mouth.

"There are 4 other kids and 2 parents in this house. I'm gonna need you to pipe down." He demanded. Izuku let out a sob as Jared once again pushed their lips together, holding around his waist to keep him close. Izuku turned his head away, but Jared just followed.

Izuku shut his eyes tight and then shoved his head at Jared. Their foreheads slammed together and Jared was finally off him. He sprinted out the front door.

He didn't bother to lock it.

He was fast. Jared didn't chase. Izuku felt trapped and scared inside that house.

He ran a mile, then launched himself up the outsides of a fire escape, situating himself on the roof. He put his back against the wall of the stairwell as it started to rain.

He let out a sob. He looked up at the rain, and spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

On the wall was a laminated piece of paper. He looked at it.

It read:

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Reach out for help here:

Then listed the suicide hotline, the Trevor project helpline, the crisis line, the domestic abuse line, the sexual assault help line, and a few more.

Izuku found himself typing in one of them. He got a text back quickly. He quickly saved the number, just in case, and exited out of the conversation.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

He needed to talk to someone or else he felt like he might start crying and then never stop.

He texted Todoroki.

"Hey. Ik it's late, sorry, are you up?" He asked. He got a response quickly.

"Yeah. I'm having trouble sleeping today, what's up?"

"I just need someone to talk to."

"Yeah ofc, everything okay?"

Todoroki watched Izuku type for 5 minutes straight.

"It's alright."

"Just alright? Did something happen?"

"No, it's just loud in this house. There's a lot of people. The parents are really nice though."

"I can tell something happened. Did you have a nightmare?"

"No."

"Are they actually nice?"

"The parents are, really, they are so kind to me."

"So which one of the kids isn't nice?"

Todoroki was fast. Izuku was wide eyed, was it really that obvious? Did he know what happened? He would be disgusted. Todoroki would think he was disgusting. He was disgusting. Why didn't he fight back? He could've fought back but he didn't.