Despite everything

Would they care...?

(⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS A SU!CIDE ATTEMPT, IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE SKIP THIS CHAPTER⚠️)

Shota's P.O.V.:
The hospital called me at 4am. The kid not awake but his quirk is going haywire according to the doctors and nurses. I get there to see black tendrils shooting out of the kid and floating around, as if protecting him from something. I quickly erased his quirk and watched as the black tendrils receded into the kid. WTF was that?!? Should I call allmight? Gran Torino? Night eye? Recovery girl? Who? What do I do, this is freaky as hell.

Izuku's P.O.V.:
God, everything hurt. Anytime I moved. Anytime I breathed. It felt like every bone and muscle just tore into a thousand pieces. This sucks. This is terrible. I'd drift in and out of consciousness every so often, when I'd wake up I'd be surrounded by doctors asking me questions, poking and prodding me. They'd get nowhere every time, I told them what I knew, they were frustrated.

Well I told them everything except about the whole one for all thing.

Do you think they know? Is the quirk what is causing this? Was I going to die a failure?

One day I sat up in bed, actually having enough energy, finished with this pain. I was done. I couldn't take it. I'd been stuck in this bed in and out for who knows how long! I'd been lying there, shriveling away. Alone. My own mother didn't even visit me, not all might, no one. Except Mr. Aziawa. What was the point in living like this? I was like a walking corpse, so why not make myself a corpse...?

For the first time in forever what felt like weeks, I got out of bed on my own. I ripped my IV out and threw it on the floor as I hobbled to the window. I kept the heart rate monitor on until I was on the window sill, I knew if I took it off that the staff would know something was wrong, I had to commit before I took it off. Surprisingly the window had no lock, really it wasn't surprising at the same time, I was as weak as a malnourished senior citizen.

I stood on the sill, the window open. I looked down at the city below. I was so sure I wanted to do this... yet, I hesitated... I couldn't live like this...

Yet, I just stared.

Stared at the city below.

The people walking... the cars driving... the people on bikes...

I just stared...

(A/N: Hiiiii. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, just forgot this even existed lowkey. Also if you are ever struggling please reach out to someone, do not suffer alone. Love you guyssssssss aka like the 4 people who still read. 💕❤️🩷)

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