Third Person pov.
Izuku was just coming back from his winter break with his Mother. Nothing went how he planned. When he first arrived home he was greeted by his Mom as usual, but on Christmas Day she became violently ill and could barely breathe. So he had to call an ambulance to pick them both up and drive them to the hospital. By the end of the night on Christmas, his Mother was put in a medically induced coma. It turns out she had come down with pneumonia and a few other illnesses. By putting her in a coma, she is able to use all the energy she has to fight the infections. Izuku wanted nothing more to stay with his Mom at the hospital, but he made the hard decision to go back to school. He didn't want to fall behind or worry his classmates. So that brings us to where he is now, walking into the 1A dormitory, at around 5pm."Deku! How was your break? I bet it was awesome!" Uraraka said jumping up and down in front of Izuku.
"O-Oh it was fine!" Izuku replied, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Man, if only they knew.' he thought.
"We were just about to watch a movie! Do you want to join us?" Mina questioned.
"U-Um, I am feeling pretty tired. I think I'm going to grab something for dinner and head to my dorm. I did some training earlier and it took a lot out of me." Izuku sputtered out. He did run to his apartment from the hospital, so he wasn't technically lying. He just didn't feel like hanging out with the class tonight, he wasn't in the right mindset. In fact the only person he really wanted to talk to, besides his Mother, was his girlfriend, Melissa Shield. However, he hasn't been able to get ahold of her. He's called and messaged her, but no reply.
"Alright! Sleep well if I don't hear from you before bedtime." Mina replied.
"Mhm" with that he left towards the kitchen. 'There really isn't much to eat.' He thought as he rummaged through the fridge. 'Oh well, I wasn't that hungry anyway.' He walked past the common room and went straight to his dorm for the night. He changed into his pajamas, crawled into bed, and stared at the ceiling. He just couldn't stop thinking about his Mom. He spaced out, completely unaware that time was passing him by. Before he knew it, his alarm was going off. 'What?! It's time to get up already?!'
Groaning, he got up to out of his All Might themed bed sheets. He got into his running clothes and left for his morning run around campus. He ran and ran and ran, until he finally made his way back to the dorms. Walking in, he could smell the sweet smell of pancakes, so he quickly changed and came back down for breakfast.
"'Morning" he said, grabbing a plate. He didn't feel hungry so he just took one pancake and a couple strawberries.
"Good morning Midoriya/Deku/Midobro!" The class shouted back.
"Midoriya. Come sit over here." Todoroki said in a bored tone. He walk over to Todoroki and took a seat. Izuku wasn't very hungry, so he just pecked at his food.
"Midoriya, You shouldn't play with your food! You need the nutrients for training!" Iida said while chopping his arm.
"Sorry, Iida. I'm just not hungry." Izuku replied.
"Well, at least eat some of it. It wouldn't be good if you passed out during training." Iida said.
"Yeah, I'll try." Izuku replied. He began to eat but halfway through his breakfast he couldn't eat anymore. He was just too stressed and worried about his Mother.
"You alright, Deku?" Uraraka asked.
"O-Oh yeah, I'm just tired. I didn't sleep good." Izuku replied. 'Or at all, really.' He thought.
"That's not healthy! You really need at least eight hours of sleep!" Iida said while chopping his arm.
"Is there something on your mind, Midoriya?" Todoroki asked.
"T-Thanks Todoroki, but I'm fine, really." Izuku replied while waving his hands. "It's getting pretty late we should probably get to class." He added, changing the subject.
"Ah, you're right! We don't want to be late!" Iida said.
They all make there way towards the school building with, Izuku walking slowly behind them.

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Not Enough
FanfictionDue to the recent events in Izuku's life, he has been growing increasingly depressed. Will someone pull him out of this deep dark hole we call depression? Will they save him in time? . . . . ❗️I do not own any pictures or characters unless I say ot...