Keep Fighting, Izuku [BakuDeku]

One of Those Days

Time Skip- The Next Day

Izuku POV

I awake to the sound of my alarm screaming in my ear. My limbs feel heavy and my brain feels foggy. I don't want to move from the warmth of my bed. No motivation arises in my brain except the thought of seeing Kacchan. I hit snooze on my alarm again and again until my final alarm signals any further delay will make me late.

Reluctantly, I slide one leg out of bed and then the other. Moving at a snail's pace I make my way to the bathroom, thinking deeply.

Not today. I just want there to not be anymore days where I wake up feeling this way. I literally have no reason to be depressed. My brain still feels foggy. I just want to go back to bed and block out everything. Why is it like this? Guess it's just one of those days.

I walk into the bathroom and look at my mess of green locks all pushed to one side. The right side of my hair sticks to my face from the sweat of previous night. Dark circles are attached to the bags of my emerald eyes like parasites. My face looks more pale than usual, emphasizing my small freckles, making them actually noticeable. I tear myself away from my own gaze in the mirror.

I can't even look at myself in the mirror and not be disgusted. Fantastic. Today is going to be great. I better wash my hair so it'll come unglued to the side of my face. I need to hurry before Kacchan gets here so I don't make him late too.

I wash my hair in the bathtub and lazily put on my school uniform after drying my hair. I hear a knocking on the door downstairs and my mother lets Kacchan in and greets him. After about a minute he makes his way to my room and lets himself in. He enters my room and leans against the doorway, shoving a piece of toast in his mouth as I sit on my bed and tie my red shoes.

"Hurry up already, Deku! We're going to be late if you don't move your ass." He says in his usual aggressive tone.

I stand up and grab my book bag next to my bed. As I walk towards the doorway Kacchan moves to the side and lets me through, following me down the stairs and to the kitchen. I head towards the door and I hear my mom shout at me about eating something before I leave. I turn and grab a piece of toast off the plate at the table and say goodbye before leaving.

We walk out the door and my fingers brush against Kacchan's and I feel him lace his fingers through mine. His grip is warm and reassures me. It helps me feel slightly better but my head is still foggy and I still have no motivation. We walk for about five minutes in silence before Kacchan speaks nonchalantly. "Alright, spill it, Deku. What's bothering you?"

"K-Kacchan, I don't know what you mean." I stammer, playing dumb, not wanting to worry him. This is my problem and I don't want to bother him. He probably won't understand anyway.

"Oh don't play dumb, fuckin' Deku. You're clothes are messy. Your tie isn't tight and it's crooked and you're usually meticulous. Your hair is messier than usual. You have major bags under your eyes. But here's the kicker. You haven't said a single fuckin' word since we left. Usually you talk my fucking ear off. So spill." He calls me out.

I gulp and hesitate at being called out before I reply. "Well Kacchan, you busted me." I laugh nervously and put my free hand behind my neck. "I'm not sure honestly. It's just one of those days. It's like I'm so depressed I didn't wanna get out of bed." I say while staring at the ground.

"And you're sure there's no reason that you feel depressed?" He says, his crimson eyes full of worry.

"Kacchan, with the way my mind works some days I just wake up and I'm so depressed I don't want to get out of bed. There's no rhyme or reason. I just simply don't want to exist." I explain quietly. After the last bit he looks at me shocked.