A cry for help

Self Love

AIZAWAS POV-

'You don't have to go through all this alone, We all care about you. I try to reassure him. He keeps his gaze down and mumbles 'It doesn't matter.' His facial expression is flat and unreadable 'Why do you say that? you should be resting.' I ask the boy as my concern continues to grow. 'I'm fine Mr. Aizawa, really.' His tone seems dull as he says the familiar phrase that he tries to lie with. 'Don't try sugar coat the situation Problem child, I can tell your not fine.' I feel my expression harden as I look at the quiet boy in front of me. 'So I'm gonna ask you to be honest with me are you okay?' He looks down before meeting my gaze and answering 'I'm being honest, No one else was hurt and that's all I care about.' He says like its the most normal thing in the world. I rub my temple and sigh 'Hm..' I narrow my eyes with a concerned expression. 'So what your saying is you'd rather suffer yourself than watch your friends suffer?' I ask my problem child who now has a small smile on his face. 'Yeah, That sounds right.' He answers, his tone almost bitter and numb. "I.." I gaze down at the teens trembling hands that are filled with oh so many scars, too many for a lifetime. "I can't say I get it but.. I want you to know you can talk to us alright? Your not alone, you never are and you never will be." I convince, with a warm smile. "Sometimes the weight of the worlds to much, that's when you look for help, you got that Problem Child?" I question gently. He nods with a small smile.

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FLASHBACK OVER!!!

Dragging my hands down my face, I groan to myself. My eyebrows pinch together in a tight knot as I think about what's just happened. It was obvious.

It's always been so obvious.

Im snapped out of my self-loathing to a abrupt knock on the door. "Come in." I grunt. A man in police officer walks in with a farmiliar note-book in his large hands. "Afternoon Aizawa, as you know we have been doing a clear of the city and... we came across something- I- just take a look for yourself." Sheepishly, he hands me the notebook. I take a moment to inspect it, the opaque white has dirt marks and scratches all over it, and it seems to be crumpled. I open the crispy book and begin scanning through the pages. Just some analysis and plans for days to come during the battle. Their were a few rather upsetting notes on how they were feeling, almost like a diary. I already knew who it belonged to, it was common sense really. I feel my breath hitch as a sentence on the crimson stained page reads.

'It's funny honestly, all this fighting. I could end it right now if I wanted to.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Their are no rules.

I'll fight until the candles burn down this place.

We are hardly getting by.

Where their is a fight their is going to be a winner, where their is a winner someone's bound to lose.

But just because we- I lost doesn't mean they won.

If I'm gonna crash and burn he can burn with me.

"I don't have to win."

"They just have to lose."

Goodbye.

I feel tears well up in my eyes as I close the notebook. "Any idea who it belongs to?" The officer questions, clearly sympathetic for the man In front of him. I hesitate but shake my head, "I don't know." The police officer sighs but nods "Please try find out, we'll need to try evaluate the student carefully. If as severe as this suggests, they may not be able to continue in the hero corse." I freeze, knowing the kid would probably get kicked out of UA and sent to some sort of ward. "Alright, if you find anything let us know." The man says before leaving. I put my head in my hands and wipe my eyes. Picking up the note book I head out of my classroom and through the hallways of UA.

I arrive at his dorm room and knock on the door. After a few minuets the handle moves and the door opens to revele my problem child. "Ah! Hi sensei, um- is their anything you needed?" he asks, his jaw twitching to the side surpressing his tics. "Don't do that." I say, his head tilts in confusion "don't do what?" he asks inocently. I sigh, rubbing my temple "We'll talk about that later.." I mumble to myself. Here goes nothing.. I hold the notebook up infront of him "This yours?" I ask, his eyes light up "Yeah! Sorry I must have left it somewhere." He goes to grab it but I pull it out of reach before he can. "You know whats in it?" I ask, skeptical. "Yeah, just some hero notes and stuff." He answers confidently. I sigh "Read it." I say, handing him the torn up notebook. He flicks through the first few pages, his expression normal. His face drops

"Shit"

WE DONT TALK ABT HOW LONG IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR 

I DIDNT DIE

BUT IM MAKING A MAXLEY FIC 

SO YE 

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