Self Destruct

We're All A Little Broken

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My mental health has been shit. I'm writing this chapter with help from the experiences I had when I was stuck in a mental hospital for a similar reason. Also HAPPY MONTH OF GAY EVERYONE!!!!!!

Izuku Midoriya PoV

They break into a smile simultaneously and I begin to giggle. It quickly turns into hysteria and soon I can't stop laughing. Shoucchan and Kacchan both have huge smiles on their faces and I can't help but be excited by the prospect of the future. Which might be a bit ironic seeing as how I just tried to commit suicide. Finally we all calm down and they settle back into a chair holding my hands.

Suddenly, my caretaker, Antonia Belladonna rushes in. She's gotten herself all worked up, a fact that her disheveled appearance makes all too apparent. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson from rushing here and her jet black hair tangled and thrown up in a hasty bun. Her hazel eyes are glazed over with worry as she takes in my hospital gown and my tussled emerald locks.

Antonia has been my caretaker ever since my mother passed on and she takes her job very seriously. Granted I do have an apartment completely to myself but that doesn't stop her from coming upstairs and checking up on how I'm doing. If she notices anything amiss, she immediately drops everything to help with whatever I need. In short, she is a helicopter mom. But, to be honest, I don't mind it. It gives me someone to talk to. In fact Antonia has become my biggest support since Mom passed and all that shit happened with Dad.

Antonia's eyes brim over with tears and they flow freely down her face, a never-ending cascade of sadness. She comes forward timidly, almost as though she is scared that if she moves to quickly I will run, a fawn startled by a noise in the woods. Finally she reaches me and it's as though she loses all the self-control she exhibited moments ago. She throws her arms around me and sobs on my shoulder, her tears creating a small wet spot on my clavicle. Her caramel skin looks completely alien next to the paleness of my ivory and I smile just a little.

"Mijo," she whispers softly, barely able to get the words out due to all of her tears.

"I'm alright Antonia. Nothing is wrong. I'm alright," I say soothingly nearly forgetting the presence of my boyfriends.

"But, I could have lost you!" she shouts, her tears are an unending waterfall.

"I know, and I'm sorry," I reply, my own tears beginning to fall.

"Don't worry we're gonna take care of this. As soon as the doctor clears you I'm driving you over to the Fuyumi Mental Health Rehabilitation Facility and admitting you," she says, her tears finally stopping.

"Wait what! You can't do that to him!" Kacchan shouts, standing up and startling us both.

"And who is this?" Antonia asks me.

"He and Shoucchan are my boyfriends," I reply calmly.

"I see," she says, arching a brow.

"You can't put him in that nut house! He's not crazy and he's not broken! You can't do this!" exclaims, bringing our attention back to the issue.

"I am his legal guardian, so I can, in fact, do this. He'll only be in there for a week and it should get him stable again. I'll even talk to the treatment team at the facility and get the two of you approved to visit. I'm going to go talk to the doctor and see if we can leave now," she says, all business now that she has decided on a course of action.

I turn to them and both of them are seething with rage. Kacchan looks angry and a little bit like a lost child. Shoucchan is a bit more composed, though he still looks ready to kill someone. I give them a reassuring smile.