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

7. Sorry.

Aizawa and Hizashi woke up around nine o'clock the next day. Hizashi woke up first. He sat up and looked back at his husband and sighed. He loved him so much, he hated to see Aizawa hurt himself. They both knew that it was no good.

Hizashi slid out of bed and into the hallway. He walked to the bathroom. He took a piss before starting what he actually needed to do.

Hizashi was currently the only one in the house who wasn't self-destructive. He knew that they both probably had blades somewhere other than in the bathroom, but taking the ones that were in the bathroom would only do good.

Hazashi opened the mirror cabinet and collected all of the razors. He left the electric one for shaving. He moved down to the cabinet under the sink and took the spare ones out.

Hazashi used his shirt to carry them all, like a pouch. He opened the door and stepped out. He jumped.

Aizawa stood right in front of the bathroom door, about to knock on it, but Hizashi stepped out before he could. They both jumped, having startled each other.

They looked at each other for a moment before Aizawa eyes darted down to all the razors and blades Hazashi was holding in his shirt.

"Ha-Hazashi!" Aizawa stuttered, his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened. "Wha- No- You-"

Hazashi shook his head. "No, you and Izuku both. I- You know it doesn't help. If you get addicted again-"

"I already am Hizashi! If- Don't take them. " Aizawa begged. He knew that there was no reason for Hizashi to let Aizawa keep them but he really didn't want Hazashi to take them.

"Shota, why would I let you have access to blades? if you're already addicted, it's just more of a reason for me to take them. This- This is your fourth relapse in the past two years! Each time it comes back, don't try to deny it, it comes worse and it stays longer! I do not want you-"

"You.... You do it too..? "

Izuku was standing off to the side in the hallway. The question was more like a statement. His voice wavered a bit, his eyes widened in shock. His face was slightly pale, and his eyebrows we're furrowed. His heart was in his stomach.

Hazashi and Aizawa snapped there heads in Izukus direction. Hazashi didn't say anything, his mouth was slightly opened. He looked at Aizawa and back at Izuku.

"I-Izuku... I-" Aizawa voice shook, and Tears welled up in his eyes. His stomach whirled.

He brought one of his hands to his face and looked down. His other hand hung beside him. Tears fell from his eyes, but his hand blocked the view.

Hazashi looked over at Aizawa. He pursed his lips. He looked back at Izuku and nodded.

Izukus eyes widened and he looked down quickly. His heart was heavy.

A light sob escaped from Aizawa lips. Izuku and Hazashi popped there heads up. Aizawa quickly brought his other hand to his mouth.

Hazashi looked down at the blades in his shirt. He looked at Izuku. Hazashi ran into the kitchen and grabbed a small trash bag and poured the blades inside of it. He tied it up and tossed it on the table. He ran back into the hallway.

Izuku was standing by the bathroom door, staring at it. Sniffles and small sobs could be heard from inside. Hazashi walked up to the door.

He knocked on the door twice. "Shota, it's okay. Why are you upset? No one here is judging you.... And... if you're upset about Izukus finding out- he would understand best.... " Hiazashi said, trying his best to comfort Aizawa.

Izukus stood a bit behind Hiazashi, his heart still acheing from what he knew. His eyes were slightly wide and wet, from horrible shock.

Aizawa sat on the toilet seat, his head in his hands. He tried to muffle his slight sobs. He was so embarrassed- he hated himself. He wanted to cut himself, but it wasn't a good time to do that. He wasn't stupid.

He stood up, removing his hands from his head, causing the slight sobs to be a bit louder. He moved to the sink and turned the faucet on.

He ran his hands under the cold water and splashed it onto his face, mainly his eyes. He held his breath slightly, trying to block the sobs. But holding your breath never helps, if anything it just makes it worse.

Aizawa tried to take a few deep breaths before opening the door. His eyes were down.

Hazashi and Izuku looked at Aizawa, who had a little bit of quiet sobs escaping his mouth and tears dropping to the floor.

Izuku did the only thing he could think of. He stepped forward and pulled Aizawa into a hug. A few tears overflowed from his own eyes.

Aizawa pulled Izuku in closer, crying a bit harder now. Hazashi then decided to follow Izuku. He too stepped forward and hugged Aizawa.

They stayed like that for a few moments before Aizawa pulled away. He finally looked the two in the eyes.

"Im sorry." Aizawa said genuinely. He hated to burden them with his problems.