Be A Hero

Chapter Four

Truth be told, this going as dark as it did was not my first idea. At first, it was going to be funny, light-hearted; this happened because I can't write anything happy no matter how hard I try. Honestly, I kind of like where this is going more than the other idea I had going. This may turn into more chapters or it may just be this.

|Story Starts Now|

Going back to the dorms was not anyone's idea. No matter how hard they tried to argue with him, Izuku just stayed silent and stared at them until they realized he isn't going to change his mind. Aizawa was assigned to go with Izuku as Yagi was assigned to take Inko to a friend's home and for her to rest. Aizawa is hoping to at least see one student still up so he can warn them.

The door opens and Deku makes his way to the stairs, ignoring his friends and classmates that are still up for some reason. They watch as he acts like a ghost, making no noise as he makes his way to the stairs and up them. They look towards their homeroom teacher who sighs and shakes his head. "As much as I want to reprimand you all for staying up, I'm not. Kind of glad so I don't have to repeat myself. Keep an eye on Midoriya, if you feel as if he's withdrawing then come to me or Yagi. If anyone has questions, ask Midoriya and if he says nothing then drop the question. Don't repeatedly ask him. For tonight, leave him alone to rest. Understood?"

"Yes, Sensei!" they say in unison. With everything being said, they watch him leave. It's silent for a few seconds before Bakugou decides to get up. He leaves them with a grumpy farewell, heading to his room—or so they think.

"Deku?" With a surprisingly calm voice, he knocks on the door. He wonders what happened. His mother texted him an hour ago saying that Inko will be staying with them for a while, then the whole family issue happens and he has a feeling it has to do with his dad. He knows that he is the only one that knows anything about Deku's father. "Deku, I'm coming in." Not waiting for a response anymore, he opens the door. There on the bed and staring at the wall with a blank expression is Izuku who is seemingly not there. He sighs as he sits beside him, watching the green eyes follow him. He keeps his voice down so that no one is to hear their conversation. He also doesn't want to set the other off, knowing that this is a sensitive situation. "What the fuck happened, Deku? I know your mom is okay, what about your dad? Did something happen to him?"

Usually, when bringing up the conversation of his father, Izuku would get defensive. Doesn't matter who, he'll get defensive as if waiting for someone to hurt him and he'll have an opportunity to hit them. This time, Bakugou is surprised when Izuku leans forward to rest his head on his shoulder. "He attempted suicide," he whispers. His hands reach up and cling to the article of clothing, gripping tightly until his knuckles turned white. "I tried calming him down. I tried." His voice cracks as he replays the scene. Trying so hard only for him to fail in doing so, if the officer not has shot his hand then he wouldn't be there anymore. "I could only watch, I couldn't move." He's crying now. No tears escaping, only his breath is hitching every second when he takes in oxygen, sniffling.

The realization hits Bakugou hard, so hard that it feels like he just got beaten up by five All Mights added with an Endeavor. He—he watched his own father attempt—attempt suicide in front of him? No wonder he's like this, he thinks. He seems like a fragile doll ready shatter by the slightest, most delicate touch. "Deku, it's okay. He's fine now, right?" At the small nod, he speaks, "Then you shouldn't blame yourself. You said it yourself, you tried to calm him down. You spoke to him and tried to get him to understand." He places his hands on his shoulders, gently pushing the boy back so he can see his face. "Now, stop crying shitty Deku, you have no reason to cry. You did everything you could've done. It's not your fau—"

"It is!" he cries harshly, gasping for air. Albeit yelling, it's barely above a whisper. "It is my fault! Some stupid villain came and threatened my father because of something I don't know! But what reason does a villain need to threaten anyone?" He pulls away from the other fully, recoiling into himself as he grips his sleeves. "I want to be alone," he whispers. "I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow, Katsuki."