Frailty /Depressed! Deku x Bakugou/

Chapter 12

"I have to be perfect! I just gotta be! That's what I'm meant to be… I don't care what happens to me as long as it gets the job done..! All Might gave me a second chance by landing me this quirk…"

Izuku breathed in, hands gripping his unruly curls and continued as his leg bounced up and down.

"The only reason I'm still alive is— is I-I have this quirk… without it… my life has no meaning. And without All for One, One for All has no purpose, therefore I have no purpose. No reason to still stay alive. I can't control that or my mom or- or how everyone just looks at me like I'm a pillar..! But I'm not! I won't even stay alive for that long even if I don't throw myself of a cliff or slit my wrists so-"

He was crying. Full on sobbing even.

"So the only thing I can control is what happens to me by myself… tell me why I shouldn't..?"

The doctor looked calm, composure still. Izuku had spoken like a soldier rather than a teenager. It was all too much for a boy his age. And he was in no condition to stay on his own.

In no condition to be trusted on his own.

She'd seen far too many patients to see the suicidal idealistic behavior. And it was reeking out of the boy clear as daylight.

"Izuku-kun; from such a young age, you've had to endure a tremendous amount of fights and carry burdens, it's understandable that you'd have these thoughts. I don't need to do a 'stupid' test to know you're dealing with major depression and severe ptsd,"

She had to choose her words carefully or Izuku could just snap and leave her office within a blink of an eye.

"But I need you to understand that this isn't healthy. You can't deal with all these burdens on your own and judging by your state… you shouldn't be left on your own as well. I know this may be hard for you but you can't continue hero trai—"

"Don't give me that crap, not you too. Recovery Girl has already said that! And I don't care. I just want to- to…"

'So the school knows…' she thinks, sighing.

"This isn't an issue of whether you'd like to or not, you should be in an inpatient program at least for a month. To get yourself together…"

"You can't force me. I won't. You need my written consent and signature to get me signed up, right..? So I won't do it."

"I'll call your mother inside, I'd like you to discuss it with her as well as your teachers and the principal at UA, I'm sure they'll understand."

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"This is ridiculous, Izuku! What do you mean you won't sign it! What if you-! What if you cut too deep again and won't even have the power to keep yourself awake to stitch it or even call for someone to help!? Why are you doing this to me..?"

The second they stepped into their apartment, Inko had started scolding her son. She didn't want to end up like she'd once thought she would.

Planning her son's funeral before he even finished school.

Crying over his grave.

Bawling her eyes out each and every night because the one person she'd dedicated her life to was gone…

It hurt.

"STOP MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF! I'M SICK OF IT! I WISH THAT HAPPENED, OKAY!? I WISH I BLED TO MY DEATH SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO HAVE A WAR WITHIN MY HEAD WHENEVER I GOT TOO CLOSE TO AN EDGE OR SAW A SHINY PIECE OF METAL!"