Frailty /Depressed! Deku x Bakugou/

Chapter 14

Keigo drew circles around his office as he waited for Aizawa. He should've known something was wrong the second he saw the kid. It had almost been thirty minutes since he called Aizawa and his patience was running out.

Just then, his office phone rang, he immediately reached for it. "Yes? Is Eraserhead here? Alright, thanks. Send him upstairs." A minute later, Aizawa burst through the door, instantly kneeling beside where Izuku laid.

"How long has he been out for?"

"Ten minutes or so... what's going on with Deku? Is it his quirk again?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this but unfortunately it's not." Aizawa answered as he checked the boy's pulse. "I checked it a few minutes ago, it's rather slow, man. I think we should take him to a hospital."

Aizawa ignored the suggestion, thinking. He sighed as he put his hand on Izuku's forehead, then felt his hands. No fever but his hands were freezing.

"It's not my place to tell but we can't take him to a hospital." The older said, getting back on his feet, "Why not? This clearly isn't anything—" he paused, remembering what had happened before Izuku passed out.

"Has he been eating right?"

Aizawa shook his head in response. "And he was out all night... shit, the heroes on patrol said he had permission from my agency. I should've known something wasn't right. When I came to my agency, I didn't see anything scheduled."

"Has he ever done this before..?" Aizawa asked hesitantly, Keigo nodded. "A few times but he told me instantly afterward—"

"Shit, m' head.."

Izuku woke up with a massive headache, feeling awfully cold from every corner of his body as he looked around to put where he was. Sitting up before he notices the heroes in the room with him.

"Hey, Deku." Keigo waves his hand, not too enthusiastically, just trying to bring and end to tension he knows will take over as soon as Aizawa speaks up again,

"Hey.."

"Hawks? Could you give us a second?" Aizawa asks, earning a nod in return from Keigo. The man sighs before he turns his attention to his student.

"What were you thinking?!"

"I needed to get away... it's no big deal. I'm fine, can we just go back to—" Izuku tried to explain, it was the truth though. He did need to get away, just... he didn't expect this.

"No big deal!? Izuku, for fucks sake! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be going out on your own?! And you used Hawks' name? Jesus," he rubbed the bridge of his nose, glaring daggers at the boy who just had an unbothered expression painted all over his face.

"I'm sorry—"

"I'm very disappointed in you."

For some reason, that felt like a string being pulled that held up something together. Izuku lowered his head, tears threatening to spill, he held his butched wrists, wanting to just scratch that unbearable itch beneath his skin.

Aizawa sighed again, then turned away, facing the wide windows in the winged hero's office.

His phone rang, making Izuku face the reality of how serious this actually is.

'I'm causing everyone so much trouble. What was I thinking?! He's right. They're all right. I should've just stayed in the dorms. Fuck... I really am such a disappointment.' His mind ran a mile within seconds, and once he snapped out of he, he actually heard who his teacher was on the phone with.

"—s agency?! Fine, I'll meet you there or whatever."

'Kacchan... I really want to be with Kacchan now. He would keep me safe. He'd protect me. Understand me..'

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IZUKU—

Kacchan had almost broken the door when he came over. Now he was sitting beside me and holding my hand. The silence was unbearable but I wish it was never broken...

"Kid, did you hurt yourself?" Aizawa asked as Kacchan pulling away a little.

Why- I mean how.... no no no no no no he can't know! I'm already a burden as it is, he'll suspend me from any training wait- why am I worried over being suspended..?

"N-no..." I say hesitantly, taking a deep breath as I pull my hand away from Kacchan's grasp and wipe the tears away. "Then you wouldn't mind rolling up your sleeves would you?"

"O-of course not-" I stutter and roll up my sleeve slowly as my heart pounds, "Don't you trust me though, Sensei?"

"You can't trust an addict, you told me that years ago, Izu.. " Kacchan says, I sigh in defeat.

"Go on, problem child, roll up the sleeves." He says and I flinch at the thought of his reaction. I stop halfway through, revealing a part of the white bandages.

"Izuku," he says and I just look at him blankly, "You said you didn't hurt yourself so go on and show me your arms, you got nothing to hide."

"I-I can't, Sensei.. Kacchan... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking and I was just so overwhelmed..!"

I can't stop the sobs, the tears, the pain. It's all out of control. I knew this would happen the second I ended up in Recovery Girl's office. They've taken everything away from me. Oh god, I can't breathe.

"I-I can't... breathe..."

Everything around me mutes as my forehead tingles and my vision gets blurred up. The tears wouldn't stop. I don't want to live like this anymore. Does it... will it ever get better..?

"Izuku, look at me." It was sensei, he had knelt in front of the couch, looking at me while Kacchan rubbed circles on my back to smooth me out. "It's okay. It's okay to cry and feel off, to feel like nothing will ever get better,"

I sobbed even more at the realization, why do I keep thinking this is wrong? Why do I keep hurting myself..? I can't help myself, I hate myself. I stop crying, everything else pauses as I listen to my teacher. 

"But what's not okay is how you handle it." he explains, I can't look at him in the eyes. I know his right. A part of me that still remains sane knows he's right but why can't I accept that? Why do I feel like I deserve to be in pain, to hurt?

"Izuku, you have so many people who actually give a damn. All of class A, the teachers, the pro heroes you've worked with... And me, on top of all." I sniff follows another, tear by tear starts rolling down my cheeks as Kacchan brings his hand to my face and wipes away the tears with his thumb. 

"Let us help you, we're more than happy to do so, problem child." I crack a smile, hope burning inside me, I can try. At least for them, I can try to get better. even if it doesn't work out then... 

"Okay, Aizawa Sensei." 

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Hiya! Sorry for the late update y'all. I'm on my second (forced) vacation but I'll do my best to update this week again, no promises though :3