My Hero Academia Imagines

It's Gonna Be Okay (Midoriya Izuku)

Midoriya Izuku:

Sweaters are met for cold December days, snowy January mornings, and dark February nights. They are meant to hide away from the cold and to make one warm and comfortable on the inside.

He watched you from the corner of his eye across the classroom, his hues of leaves and summer matching the current season. He watched as all his classmates around him took off their own light jackets, revealing their summer uniforms and sun-touched skin.

Everyone except you that is.

You remained with the thicker winter sweater, covering your arms and hands. The pale yellow being a foul blemish in his vision. He hated that sweater. He hated you wearing that sweater.

He hated that you would not talk to him.

He knew what was underneath the fabric, a sight he caught by accident the other day. He had been dating you long enough to know you occasionally left your things in his room. So like the good boyfriend Midoriya Izuku was, he decided to return them.

He knew he didn't need to knock, but he did anyway. He was just the kind of person who did no matter what. When you didn't answer, but instead the sounds of your music playing, he entered.

He blushed when he heard the shower on, knowing full well you were in the bathroom bathing. So he decided to quickly return your items and leave you be. He paused by the bathroom door, knocking softly again.

It tilted open slightly, giving him a view of you in front of the mirror. He felt embarrassment rise, knowing he would see you changing, but stopped when he saw something else.

There in the mirror were dark red lines pressing against your arms, the trails breaking off and creating lighter red streaks against your skin. You blinked when you noticed the door opening softly, and your form shook.

Your hands paused the music, and you hid your arms behind your back. You turned to look at the door, a fake smile adorning your face. A smile that Izuku had come to know from having you in class for over a year now.

"H-hello is someone there?"

He paused in answering deciding if he should say anything at all.

"I-It's just me... I was just putting your stuff back in here."

'Idiot... why don't you say it? She needs you!' He scolded himself.

"Awe! Thanks, Izu-kun!" You spoke, coming and pushing the door closed. "I'm gonna shower right now though. I'll see you later!"

"Yeah..." He paused at the door. "I'm here if you ever need me..."

He waited for a response, but it never came. So he left.

He had done a lot of stupid things in his life: breaking his bones, not helping his friends when he should have, letting All Might down... but that moment took the cake.

And everyday since then it had been eating him alive. He worried constantly, knowing the true dangers of self-harm through cutting. How often did it happen? How deep did you cut? Should he tell a trusted teacher?

He was at a loss. He didn't know what he should do. Nor did he know what was the right thing to do.

All he knew, was that he was failing you every moment he continued to let you feel this way.

Like most things, it reached its breaking point: a calm June day after classes. You had been absent that day, the excuse being that you were feeling sick. But he had another feeling.

The previous night, your mood had been really low. Despite everyone trying to cheer you up, you would not even smile. Everyone chalked it up to you being grumpy and needing space, but Izuku's worry only grew.

When class got over that day, he sprinted straight to your room. And for the first time in his life, he didn't knock when he opened the door. He instead nearly took it off its hinges when he opened it.

You jumped at his display of strength, nearly falling off the bed. You looked to have not moved an inch from there all day. You were still in your pajamas: long sleeved pink ones with white bunnies on them.

Izuku apologized for the scare but refused to lose his nerve now. He sat down next to you and pointed to your arm. You twitched when he reached forward and touched your lower arms.

"I have some too..." He spoke, rolling up his own sleeves.

He showed you the damage he had caused himself, and the nasty scars they had left over as a result. You turned your head downward and shook, muffled sounds of tears and pain coming from your covered mouth.

"I know it hurts. And I know it seems like it's the only way to make it go away... but it's not."

You shook your head, words unable to form as he tried to speak to you rationally and calmly. He meant to give you comfort and show concern, but you needed help more than anything.

He could help build you back up, but he could not do that if you did not get the help you needed.

"I know I've told you I'm always here for you... but even I don't know what to do to help you. But... if you go and try to get some professional help (Name)- then I can promise you I'll hold your hand through it all.

Whatever it is that you need- I'll be right by your side. I know it hurts now, but I'm here. And there are a lot more people besides me who want you to be happy. So please, go and talk to someone who can help.

I'll be right beside you, so please trust me. I don't want to lose you too.

I want to help you, and this is the only way I can..."

He wrapped his arms around you as you bawled, spilling all your thoughts, feelings and actions to him. He stayed and listened the entire time, knowing this was long overdue.

And at least now... It was out in the open and ready to be addressed. The first step was always coming to terms with it, and you had finally started moving towards it, with him by your side.