Izuku's POV
I rushed out onto the roof to see kirishima, back turned and legs hanging over the wall.
"Kirishima! Don't!" I called out.
"Don't what?" He replies in a raspy voice. "End my life? Jump over the edge? Harm myself? What am I not doing?"
It was at this point that he turned to me. He was smiling broadly, and he would almost look happy if it weren't for the tears streaming down his face. His bracers were on the wall beside him, and he held a knife in his right hand. He continued his speech.
"You were my lifeline. You were the one thing keeping me sane. Whenever I thought to harm myself, I distracted my mind with the hopeless dream of being with you. I knew it could never happen, but you outright stating that it would never happen hit hard. I shouldn't be this dependent on a single human being. It's a bad habit, but I let myself slip into it. And now here I am, sitting on the roof of a building, knife in hand, about to slice open my wrists in a vain attempt to make myself feel better." He paused and chuckled, and then got right back into the speech.
"I would do anything to turn back time, to a year ago, the day I started doing this. I wish I had known all the crap this would get me into. I want to stop. So badly. But I can't. It's so addicting, the pain."
He looked up at me. Then he brought the knife to his wrist. "How do I stop this, when I'm already too far gone to save?"
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