When Will You Realize, We're Here For You? (Depressed, Suicidal Izuku)

3. Izukus Perspective

"Are all of you done reading? You should be. Now, I want you to write about what you read about, but in your own words, coming from you." Aizawa said as he sat down at his desk. His voice was as usual monotone. None of his students took his eyes off of him. Most of them cared about Aizawa.

Aizawa looked up at his class, annoyed but also a bit worried. Do they know? Can they tell I was just upset?

"Stop staring and do y-"

"Sensei are you alright?"

Aizawa looked at Lida. Lidas classmates looked at Lida. Nonetheless, his classmates were surprised he asked, and wondered what Aizawa would say. Their attention shifted from Lida to Aizawa.

Aizawas eyes we're slightly, but barely wider then usual. Never in the many years he had been teaching had a student ever asked him that. Aizawa zoned out for a few seconds, but only a few.

"S-sensei?"

Aizawa snapped out of his thoughts.

"Yes. I am fine. Now, start your work." Aizawa said, his expressionless voice quiet, but audiobal. The majority of his class started their work, but they were still concerned. Other students continued to watch their sensei.

-time skip brought to you by all the empty coffee cups in my room-

-lunch time-

Present Mic grabbed his lunch from the cafeteria and walked back to his classroom. He sat down at one of his students desks that were right beside a window. The window showed the view of the grounds by the school. The park area, sort of.

Mic stared out the window at the grounds when he saw someone walk across them. He moved his attention to the kid. It was Izuku. Mic watched as the kid walked to a tree and sat underneath of it. He noticed that Izuku had no food with him.

Izuku plopped underneath of the tree and sighed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and looking around. He didn't want to be caught doing what he was about to do.

Izuku noted that no one else was outside. So he pulled his bag closer to him and opened a small pouch on the side. He then took out a razor blade.

Izuku looked around a few more times before confirming the place is clear of other people. He rolled up his sleeves and pressed his blade against his already scarred skin. He made a short him as he dragged it across his skin.

Mic watched as the boy pulled something out of his bag. He saw the boy look around more. His curiosity grew. Mic shoved some rice into his mouth.

He watched as the boy looked around. When he finished that he lowered his head and pulled up his sleeves. Mic chewed his rice aggressively unknowingly as he watched the boy roll up his sleeves. Then he watched him press something down on his skin. Mic immediately knew what it was and what he was doing.

Mic choked on his rice a few times and spit it out. He took a quick sip of water and ran out of his classroom, leaving his lunch tray unfinished and sitting on a random students desk.

Mic pushed open the doors leading out to the grounds with lots of force. He ran to his student.

Izuku heard and someone and felt someone running, maybe towards him. He raised his head to see Present Mic running towards him with a pained and worried face. Izuku dropped his blade as his sensei got closer. Izuku eyes we're full of fear, nonetheless embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please do-" izuku started to say, as tears formed in his eyes, but Mic dropped beside him and embraced him in a hug before he could say anymore.