Dead voices

Chapter 4: Dead People

The common room was silent. The sweet cinnamon roll of the class had dead people on his head daily? Was that so bad for him to get drunk like that? To end up looking as a walking corpse? Then, Kaminari asked the question that was in the minds of one of them, since others were actually feeling pity of Midoriya: "But, is it really that bad? I mean, wouldn't they just be like voices in your head?" Midoryia looked at Kaminari with a face that denoted pity for him: "Well, I mean, you are aN imbecile, yes, but I never though you were that imbecile." This made the class jump on their places, as they saw Izuku not only swearing moments ago, but now he was insulting one of them. How ever, Jiro bursted off in laughter. Everybody turned to see Jiro, glaring daggers at her, but before she could stop laughing, Izuku joined too. Everybody looked at them with confused looks plastered on their faces. I mean, they were trying to find out why did Izuku's quirk made him an alcoholic, and Jiro bursted in laughter after hearing Deku call imbecile Denki.

Both of them calmed down, and Jiro asked for forgiveness. How ever, Izuku's laughter ended in a rather abrupt way: "Oh, shut the fuck up, it wasn't out of pity. And don't you dare bring that on me. I told you that it isn't true." The class was taken back by Izuku's words. Who was he talking to? Nobody said anything to him, except Jiro, and she only laughed. "Um, Deku, who are you talking to?" Deku turned around to look at Uraraka: "Uh? Oh, just a guy that doesn't a pest that he's dead, and that his opinion is worth less that shit. Yeah, I know you can hear me."  "Okay, but you haven't answered Denki's question." Deku looked at Uraraka, and just decided to take another sip of the bottle. "Okay, looking that most of you don't understand and some of you think that they are just voices in  my head. Yeah, most of them are just tose, but some of them are actually fucking ghosts, and I can bring those dead as shadows. The thing is, that some of them don't know that they are dead. Tell me, how do you explain a kid of six years that she is dead."

Class froze at this. A six years old death was enough for them, heroes in training, tremble. Just imagining someone getting hurt at their guard could cause them nightmares, and Izuku didn't just had to face that he could protect a girl. Every body knew that he berated himself even by the slightest wounds someone could get under his watch, but also had to explain the kid that she was dead. Izuku, how ever, continued his explanation: "Tell me, how do you do that? How do you tell endless kids that they died. How do you help someone that suffered a terrific death to go forward, not to mind that, when instead of being in a better place, he is stuck in the head of a depressed teenager. Oh, right. I also have depression. How does that sound? Now you understand? Its fucking clear enough now?" Class got scared at Izuku's 'controlled' explosion, and then watched how he drank the rest of the bottle of Vodka, leaving the bottle empty. After the initial impact passed, the class managed to recompose themselves a little bit, enough to process better the information that Deku just gave them.

"Wait, you also have depression?" The question was asked by Jiro. She didn't knew it yet, but feelings towards Izuku were starting to blossom. Yes, she had her eye on him for a long time now, but seeing the true side of Izuku just made her to want and be by his side, making sure he got out of the deep whole he found himself in. To help him against his depression, and to manage the infinity of dead people on his head. With out thinking, she got up from where she was seating, and gave a hug to Izuku. "Don't worry, I'll be here if you need someone. You don't have to be alone, you know?" The class was surprised by the demonstration of affect displayed by the rocker girl.

Little did she knew that she managed to give Izuku thing that he hadn't experimented in a long time, since he was four years: peace and happiness.