A lesson learned the hard way

Sunday Pt2

The day progressed, with everyone hanging out either in their dorm rooms or in the common area. Lunch came and went, with no sign of Izuku. No one had seen him, not since he had run from the kitchen that morning. His fellow classmates had reheated the food he had prepared for them at breakfast but it wasn't the same. His friends were beginning to get worried about the green eyed boy. The class sat around in various groups and the topic of most of their conversations was Izuku. The students who had gone home returned and had been informed of the goings on while they were away. They were angered by what had transpired in their absence. They were unsure what to do now though, should they go and check on the greenette, or should they leave him be. They thought he may need some time and decided to check in with him when they saw him.

As it got close to dinner time Shoto had had enough. The duel haired boy stood from where he was sitting at a table with his small group of friends. "That's it! I'm done, I don't care if we are supposed to wait until after dinner. Izuku hasn't come out of his room all day. Screw this I don't care what the rest of you think or do I'm going to check on him and apologize." the heterochromatic teen said with a raised voice, before storming off. Shoto got into the elevator and headed straight to Izuku's room. What he hadn't realized was that the rest of his classmates had also gotten to their feet and followed him via the stairs. Once reaching the door he knocked, but did not receive an answer. "Izuku it's Shoto, can I come in please?" the fire and ice user pleaded. Still there was no answer. Shoto noticed as the rest of his class had made it to the top of the stairs, but not a single one of them came closer. They were waiting to see what would happen with the two boys. Shoto was, after all, one of Izuku's closest friends. What none of them noticed was the look on the peppermint boy's face.

⚠️🚫 Warning graphic depictions of suicide attempt ahead🚫⚠️

The bicolor haired teen reached out and found that the door was not locked. He slowly pushed the door open, noting the darkness of the room. The only light was a small sliver that came from the crack under the bathroom door. "Izuku, it's Shoto. I'm sorry if I'm waking you up, but could we talk?" Shoto asked in a quiet tone. When he didn't get a reply he reached over to turn on the light. His heterochromatic eyes scanned the room. The room was a total disaster, there were crumpled tissues all over the floor. Ripped up photos of his friends and classmates also littered the floor. All of Izuku's school supplies, and course work were on the floor as if they had been shoved from the desk. "What the fuck happened here?" came the voice of Katsuki from the door. Shoto now stood in the middle of the room. Other murmured voices could be heard from behind him. "Yeah and where is Izu bro?" Eijiro asked.

With that Shoto moved and yanked the bathroom door open. No one but him could see in because of the door and his body blocked the view. "NO!" was all that came out of the duel haired teens mouth. There, lying on the floor with his eyes closed, his arms covered with blood was Izuku. Shoto then bolted into the bathroom, he shoved some things aside, snatched a hand towel off the counter and got on his knees next to his friend. There were pools of blood under where the green beans arms lay. "HELP! SOMEONE GET HELP!" Shoto screamed, his voice full of fear. He was soon joined by Katsuki and his other classmates. The color drained from their faces. Tenya took charge of the situation. "I'll fetch Recovery girl and call Aizawa sensei. Momo, make some pressure cuffs. The rest of you get out, Recovery girl will need room once she gets here." the blue haired boy called out. "Uh yeah." the raven haired girl replied and then she got to work. Tenya then pushed the rest of his classmates out of the room, before activating his quirk and running off at full speed.

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It only took Tenya one minute to get to the teachers' dorms. He began banging on the door to the room of the school healer. While he did that he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called his sensei. It was picked up after the second ring, and the blue haired boy proceeded to tell his teacher the situation. The door to Recovery girls room was open just as Tenya hung up with his teacher. She did not look pleased to have been disturbed. The class Rep quickly told her he was sorry but that she was needed. The old woman sighed and climbed on to the teens back and held on tight as he sped back to the dorms. The two were met at the front of the dorm building by Shoto who was covered with blood, and Aizawa who held an unconscious Izuku in his arms. The pressure cuffs Momo had made on his arms restricted the blood loss. Aizawa explained to Recovery girl the situation. With a few quick instructions to Tenya. The two adults followed by Shoto headed over to the school proper. The bespectacled teen made his way inside, gave the others the instructions from their teacher then flopped down onto one of the couches. The entirety of the class was quiet, sadness and worry permeating the atmosphere of the room.

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