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

6. Aizawas Struggles

Aizawa sighed and closed his eyes. He sat down on the floor and stared at the ceiling, a firmilair feeling rising in his chest. He didn't bother to stop his eyes from overflowing. He didn't care at that moment.

Shota brought his legs up closer to him, but not against his chest. He put his elbows there and held his face, beginning to quietly sob. Over the last few weeks, he had started to feel empty again. Angry and self hatred. It was coming back.

"Shota...? Baby- what's wrong?!" Hazashi stood in the open door way of the bathroom, concern and surprise all over his face. Aizawa looked up at Yamanda, but didn't say anything. He just sobbed quietly.

Hazashi sighed and closed the door behind him as he walked in. He sat down beside Shota.

Hazashi looked at Shota. He looked around the room. His gaze stiffened when he saw droplets of blood on the white tiles of the floor.

"Sho- Shota.... did you...?" Hazashi whispered, worry lingering in his voice.

"N-No... that was Izuku.... b-but....." Aizawa trailed off at the end. His voice was wavering and quiet.

"But what, baby? But what?" Hazashi wondered aloud. He was looking at Shota with care, but Shota looked down.

"I- I broke my promise. I haven't been c-clean sense t-tuesday..." Shota cried. Hazashi closed his eyes and pursed his lips. It was Friday.

"Let me see Shota." Hazashi said gently. He reached for Aizawas arms and slowly pulled up his sleeves.

Scars from years ago were visible. Scars from months ago were visible. And new scars, from days ago, were visible. And fresh cuts, from hours ago, were visible.

"B-baby! When did you-? Why?" Hazashi asked, obviously upset.

"I-Im sor-sorry. L-Last ni-ight is n-newest. It-Its coming b-back Zashi." Aizawa sobbed a bit louder.

"We will get through this together, all of us." Hazashi leaned in and kissed Shota gently before embracing him in a hug. Shota hugged him back and cried.

"Please come to me anytime you want to self-harm. Don't hurt yourself baby. It won't help, as you know. Please just come to me when you want to do it. I love you." Hazashi whispered gently. Aizawa only nodded.

A few minutes had passed when the two left the bathroom. Aizawas face was still a bit puffy. he tried to cool it down with cold water, but it was still kinda obvious he was crying.

The couple sat down on the sofa and switched on the TV. They turned their favorite program on; 72 Dangerous Animals. They were a few episodes in when Izuku walked in.

"Hi. Can I chill with y'all?" Izuku asked kindly.

"of course izu. you live here now. come sit." Hazashi smiled and parted a spot on the sofa next to him. Izuku rushed forward and sat there.

A wave of greatfulness washed over Izuku. He has a family now. And he was sitting with them.

Izuku smiled as his eyes watered slightly. He was happier here. He would get better, and he knew it.

It was after dinner, Izuku went to his room for the night. Shota was in the bathroom.

Shota stared at the blade, a blank expression on his face. He was longing for it to touch his skin. But he wished he wasn't longing for that. He sighed and brought the blade to his arm.

Shota pressed it into his skin and slid it up his arm. a trail of blood rose to the cuts surface quickly, and soon started to drip down his arm.

Shota did it again. And again. Again. He lost count. But it wasn't like he was trying to keep it.

He heard a knock at the bathroom door. He didn't bother to answer or get it, however. He was in the middle of a cut.

"Shota...? Are you okay? You've been in there for a while." He heard Hazashi voice come from outside of the door.

"Yeah I-Im fine." Shota responded absent mildly.

On the other side of the door, Hazashi heart sunk. It was a certain tone in his voice- he could tell. Hazashi always knew. He was always able to guess. Hazashi sighed and opened the door.

Shota looked up, blade still in his hand and his skin. Hazashi looked at Shota and then the blade, he stepped forward and gently took the blade from Shota. Shota looked back down.

"Baby. Please- just.... talk to me when you... want to do this." Hazashi begged, trying to stare into Shotas eyes. Shota didn't look up, nor did he respond.

"You know that it will only get worse if you keep doing this." Hazashi reminded Shota. Still no response.

Shota was still looking down, his hair in his eyes. He was holding back tears. He hated looking weak, especially in front of Hazashi. He was Easerhead- the emotionless, nonchalant hero. He cried so easily when he wasn't working. It was like a barrier automatically came down when he comes home. He wished he could keep that barrier on all day.

A tear slipped out of Aizawas eyes. It couldn't be seen untill it reached his nose, where his hair wasn't covering his face. Hazashi sighed and pulled Shota closer to him.

"I love you." Hazashi said quietly, or as quiet as 'quiet', was for him.

"I love you too." Shota finally responded. His voice shook with emotion.

After Hazashi carefully bandaged shota up, they left the bathroom together and went into their room. They both crawled into bed, cuddling against each other.

Does anyone like Attack On Titan? If so I'm writing a suicidal story of Levi. It's on my profile. It's the one with Levi with a bleeding arm . (: That's the story I am writing right now.