Frailty /Depressed! Deku x Bakugou/

Chapter 25

"Right, Midoriya-kun. I'm glad to see you back here. Although I must say, you seem even worse than the last time we spoke, no offence."

Izuku gave a dry chuckle in response, "You could say that..." he watched the doctor as she sat behind her desk, just like the last time he was here. His mind was completely silent, no analysis this time.

"I noticed your mother isn't here, you came in with your teacher and your friend. Are you two on good terms?" The doctor asks as she activates her quirk, as she'd guessed, he was thinking about their fight and hearing all the things they'd said to each other...

"Not really, to be honest. We had a fight a few weeks back and I haven't talked to her since. I doubt she'd wanna see me."

"No matter what happened between you and her, she's still your mother," the doctor takes off her glasses and relaxes on her chair, "She'll always be there whenever you need her. We mothers are built like that I suppose."

Izuku stays silent, looking at the ground, fiddling with his fingers as he pulls down his sleeves further, catching the doctor's attention.

"Have you harmed yourself recently?"

"Can we- maybe not talk about that right now?" He adds on, "I- I don't think I'm ready yet."

The woman nods, "Of course, no pressure. Whenever you're ready, Midoriya-kun."

"So, is there anything in particular you'd like to talk about?"

'It's not that hard... Kacchan has told me how this is supposed to go. I've talked to him and Aizawa Sensei about it. I just have to get it over with. Right...'

"Well, um... my- my friend insisted I talk about the food thing..?" He wasn't sure how to phrase it. After all, he didn't see it as a problem, especially not in the beginning. He could just 'shake it off' and it was just 'a phase' and 'an excuse'. He just wanted to control everything.

"The food thing, right. The one conversation you avoided the most in our previous meeting." The doctor takes out some files from a drawer under her desk, opening it up and taking out a few papers before she continues.

"Your doctor has weighed you, that was... let's see... almost two months. Now, I'm sure you've weighed yourself after that; given 'the food thing' as you like to call it, would you be alright with telling me?"

Izuku takes a minute to answer as he debates his options, if he told her, she'd tell Aizawa. If he didn't, well... he wasn't sure.

"I haven't weighed myself in two weeks but the last time I checked... it was—" he thought back to the last time, he had almost broken Katsuki's scale. It wasn't perfect yet, I shouldn't tell her. It wasn't bad either... Izuku paused, since when was it about being perfect?

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Izuku got out of his bed, the house felt empty. It was quiet, too quiet for comfort. Some bandages still sticking from his neck and arms, his entire body felt heavy. As he made his way to the bathroom, craving for a warm bath, he stumbled. Pathetic, he thought to himself as he used the walls to walk.

Once he made it there, he sat on the closed lid and ripped off his T-shirt, he looked at his arms, the bandages had let some of the blood escape, as he slowly unbandaged his scared arms, he could hear the freshly dried blood rip, pulling at his flesh, he just closed his eyes and undid them wrap by wrap.

The blood dripping down from his limbs had made a small pod on the white tiles by the time he was done. He threw his body in the bathtub, the water burned his wounded skin but he couldn't help himself.