Midoriya Izuku

Self-harm

  You weren't at school again today. You had only been there once this week. Were you sick? Or were you just having a though time with your depression. Should he go check on you after school or would that be too invasive? He decided to see how you were, just in case.

The school day had ended and Izuku was walking towards your place, wondering what he should say to you. Would you even answer the door? Were you in a mood to talk to people? He really hoped so, he was starting to get really worried, since you had missed so much school, and you hadn't really answered his texts either. As your best friend, it was his job to worry.

Izuku rang the doorbell and took a step back. No one came to open. He rang again. Now he could hear steps coming towards the door. It opened slowly and revealed you, standing there in your pajama pants, a tank top and a cardigan, that was falling down from your right shoulder. Your hair was a mess and it looked like you hadn't washed or brushed it in a while. There were dark circles under your eyes, and you weren't wearing any socks.

"Hi Izuku.", you yawned. "What brings you here?"

"Could we talk inside?", he asked.

"I guess, but my room is a mess."

"So is mine, so I'm used to it."

"Follow me then."

Izuku followed you to your room, and the two of you sat on the bed. You pulled your cardigan back on your shoulder, and grabbed the ends of the sleeved into your hands.

"So, what is it?"

"Well, you've been absent from school lately. I was wondering if you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine.", you said quietly.

"Are you sure?"

You could feel the sleeve of your cardigan getting a bit damp under your finger tip. Why did Izuku have to come visit right now. If he looked at your wrist, he'd see the blood. There wasn't much of it, but he'd see it.

"Yes, I wanna get some sleep, so could you leave. Please."

"Sure, but- Is that blood?"

"No, no it-it's not. Could you just go, please.", you stuttered.

"You've been cutting?", he asked calmly.

You were surprised about his reaction. He was calm, and not panicking, which was not very usual for him. You expected him to be on full panic mode.

"Aaaaa, why are you so calm?", you asked.

"I knew you have depression and all, but I didn't know you were cutting...", his voice faded.

He quietly rolled up his sleeve, revealing his scarred wrist. Almost all of the scars were light, and not very visible. Some of them were a bit darker, but not fresh. Izuku was looking down at his wrist, and so were you.

"So you too... Huh.", you sighed.

"Me too.", he said quietly.

You were just staring at each other now. Weirdly enough, you felt relieved. You had told someone and now you knew for sure he understood. He shared the same pain you did. For different reasons of course, but still.

"Can I ask why you do it?", he enquired.

"It's complicated. I don't really know how to explain it, but I guess it's easier to deal with physical pain, than the emotional one. Why do you do it?", you asked.

"I know what you mean, I don't really have a solid reason for it either, but I guess it started in middle school. When Kacchan was being... himself."

"I'm not surprised to be honest. He can be a jerk and a real piece of work to deal with somtimes. I know how he treated you back then.", you said, wiggling your thumbs.

"There was lots of other stuff going on too. It's not his fault."

"But that didn't give him the permission to treat you like trash."

You talked a while more. The conversation wasn't a happy one, but it was therapeutic. It was much easier now that you knew you had someone who understood. Izuku thought so too, he was glad someone knew this side about him. He was glad he didn't have to hide it from you, anymore.