Izuku's POV
He brought the knife up to his wrist. He began to mumble. "I want to stop, I want to stop, I need to stop, I need help, I need help," he mumbled and mumbled. His whole body started shaking with sobs, and he unintentionally scratched his wrist, leaving a blood red line among all the others.
I know I can't help him with words. But if I can't do that, how do I help him?
After a quick mental analysis, making sure that my plan wasn't absolutely stupid, I did the only think I could do.
I ran up and punched my redhead roommate in the head, so hard that he blacked out and fell to the floor.
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