3rd person pov.
The day went on pretty slowly for Izuku. He was spacing out more and more as the day went on, he wasn't able to focus. He went to lunch and sat with Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki. They talked for a while, but when lunch ended it was time for heroics. Aizawa sent the class out for one on one battle training. It was going great so far. It was now time for Izuku to face off against Bakugo. They both stepped up to the platform, and took their stance, preparing themselves."You're going down you damn nerd!" Bakugo stated.
"3, 2, 1, start!" Aizawa said, clicking his stop-watch. Their battle began with Bakugo starting off with his usual right hook. Izuku wasn't paying attention and Bakugo's fist clashed with his nose, breaking it in the process. The class cringed, hearing the crunch.
"Ahhhhh!" He yelled in pain, while trying to land a punch on Bakugo. Key word trying. The pain he was in, along with the absolute zero sleep he got, was causing him to space out.
"DIE!!" Bakugo launched himself forward and fired his quirk right at Izuku's chest. With one large blast, Izuku was down for the count.
"Winner is Bakugo." Aizawa said, stopping his stop-watch. The class swarmed around Izuku, checking up on him.
"Hey man, are you alright?! Kirishima shouted, running twards Izuku.
"Deku! Are you alright?!" Uraraka said, bending down next to him. He looked in bad shape. He had blood gushing out of his crooked nose, his shirt had been burned off, revealing a large, bloody, burn mark on his chest. He also had a broken rib which was turning a portion of his chest a dark purple color.
"Bakugo! You went too far! It's not heroic to injure someone like this!" Iida shouted, chopping his arm.
"Tch!" Bakugo retorted.
"I-I'm f-fine, it's n-not that bad." Izuku replied shakily, while slowly rising to his feet with the aid of Kirishima.
"Problem Child, go see Recovery Girl. Someone go with him. I don't need him keeling over." Aizawa said.
"I'll take him!" Kaminari shouted, already putting Izuku's arm over his shoulder.
"Alright, you may go." Aizawa said.
Kaminari wrapped his arm around Izuku's waist to help support him, and began walking back towards the school building.
"Are you ok? You've seemed a little off today." Kaminari asked, concerned.
"O-Oh, .... I'm fine." Izuku replied.
"Are you sure dude?" Kaminari asked.
"Yeah" Izuku replied.
"Okay, but I want you to know I'll be here for you if you want to talk." Kaminari doesn't like seeing any of his friends sad. Especially the class cinnamon roll.
"Thanks." Izuku replied. They continued walking in silence till they got to Recovery Girl's office. As soon as they opened the door Kaminari walked Izuku over to the bed, and helped him lay down.
"What on earth happened to you this time?!" Recovery Girl asked as she hobbled towards the two.
"He got injured during training by Bakugo." Kaminari stated.
"I-It's not th-that bad." Izuku stuttered out.
"*Sigh* Let me take a look." Recovery girl said.
"Do you mind if I stay and keep you company?" Kaminari asked, looking at Midoriya.
"Sure." Izuku replied as Recovery Girl started to look at the burn on his chest. It looked like he had a third degree burn, and would most likely leave a light scar even after she heals it. Sighing, she moved to the broken rib, she took out her stethoscope and checked his breathing. She groaned when she realized it had punctured his lung. 'Now I know why Aizawa calls Midoriya, Problem Child.' She thought as she moved onto his smashed nose. After she had examined his nose she typed the new found information into her computer, and walked back over to the two.
"I can heal you up, but I don't want to see you in here again for at least a week." Recovery Girl said while tapping her cane on Izuku's head.
"Yes, ma'am." Izuku replied. He hated bothering her with his injuries, especially since he gets hurt so much by his quirk. He felt like a burden.
Recovery Girl came closer and kissed his forehead, healing him. Izuku was then out like a light.
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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...