BNHA x Reader Oneshots

💙Izuku x Reader- Relapse💙

He stops you from s3lf h4rm

!Warnings! S3lf H4rm, Self Hate, Strong Language, Reader Discretion Advised

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You were so, so tired of everyone telling you things would be alright.

Things were not going to be alright. You were not pretty. You were not perfect just the way you were. You were not okay with how stressed you were, with how much work your boss was giving you, with how tired you had been recently.

You were not okay.. 

You had tried. You really had. But the temptation of some temporary relief won over as you took out the blade, the metal reflecting the dim light of the lamp. It had been- what? 12 days? You couldn't even make it to two weeks.

Pathetic.

Worthless.

Ugly slut.

You gripped the handle of the blade, hovering over your arm, trying to think of a reason to not do it. To keep the streak going.

You're so fucking lazy- work harder!

Nobody loves you. Not even your boyfriend.

Do it.

You were about to bring the knife down when the sound of a door opening froze you in your tracks. Your hands started trembling, not knowing what to do. 

You heard footsteps. Your boyfriend's footsteps.

"Y/N? Are you home-?"

The voice stopped right in front of you, but you didn't dare look up to meet his eyes.

"A-angel? P-put the knife down... p-please...."

You raised your head to look up at him. He had his hand outstretched in a pleading manner, and his body was tense. His eyes had an anxious look to them.

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. You held the knife closer to your arm, gripping even tighter to it. He stepped forward cautiously, voice threatening to betray him.

"Y/N- Y/N, angel, you were doing so good, so good, and- we can talk about it, w-we can- we can talk about it! Just, p-please don't-!"

Just as you brought the knife down to your arms, a flash of electric green blinded you. You felt the knife being ripped out of your hands, and a pair of strong, shaking arms embracing your figure. You buried your face in his chest, shaking.

You saw blood.

You saw a cut on his arm, probably from in his haste to get the knife away from you. You let out a sob and pushed yourself away from him.

You pressed your hands up to your face in a panicked horror. "I- I'm sorry, I'm so, so, s-sorry-"

"Shhhhhh... it's alright, it's okay, you're fine, I'm fine-" He was interrupted by catching you before you could collapse to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his torso, hiding your face as he rocked you back and forth while you cried.

"Y-you got hurt b-because of m-me! Y-you're bleeding and- and-"

"N/N (nickname), you didn't do anything to hurt me! I was the one that grabbed the knife, it's not your fault, I promise! Look, I'm just going to go to the bathroom to wash the cut, okay?" He thought about it for a moment.  "Actually... no, come with me." He pulled out of the hug and gently picked up your hand, walking the both of you to the sink.

You watched his face carefully as he cleaned and bandaged the cut, searching for any signs of pain. When they didn't appear, you sighed in relief, burying your face in his shirt. He smiled and stroked your hair.

...

You told him everything, starting from the beginning. He held you the entire time, interrupting you every once in a while to comfort you about a subject. When you were done, he stood up and guided you both to the kitchen. He didn't trust you to be alone with yourself yet, so he taught you a family recipe for F/S (Favorite Soup)

The soup actually turned out pretty good, considering it was your first time making it. Your beautiful E/C (Eye Color) eyes sparkled as you ate the soup- which was, by the way, the first meal you had that day. Izuku combed and styled your hair as you ate, and he couldn't stop smiling at the look on your face. And unbeknownst to him, your day just got 100 times better.

You were glad he had come before you had actually hurt yourself. Looking back, it just wasn't worth it, and your thoughts had been wrong, anyway. People loved you.

Especially him.

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Hey! So, even though I had been writing this for around 3 days, I just had no inspiration. So, sorry about the wait and the crap ass recycled stories I've been throwing around!

Remember, you'll always have someone to love you. And if you feel like it's too much, you can always talk to me! You can message me or something! 

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