Bnha x reader Oneshots

Deku x depressed reader

Hey um It's the author I just wanna clarify this won't really be as sappy as the rest of my stories are like usual and will focus on the readers mental health. I'm sorry for writing these so much but I need to get this off my chest. Also this will talk about abusive parents so if you don't like that then please don't read this

Y/N Pov:

You know it's tiring, the countless hours of torture from myself, the suffering I have to subdue and just dealing with myself asking if I'm pretty or smart or even worth anything to anyone. I have to drag myself out of bed and try to grasp to the piece of hope that still lives within me as it slowly dwindles to nothing more then the hollow shell of the burning flame it used to be. Funny enough I don't ever remember asking to be like this, a pathetic weakling that can't even win a fight in there damn training. Why am I still here, what purpose do I have except to be trampled on. The only thing I'm good at is writing and some days I don't even know if that's the truth anymore.

Walking into class is a hassle I can see Aizawa staring at me, he's staring at me with concern and confusion but who asked him to. I can't help but think he's hiding annoyance and anger in those deep ebony eyes. Everyone seems worried I can tell that much, I don't need there pity I don't need them to care. All I want is to be left alone, away from everything. Even myself. It hurts to know that whatever I do won't make me special it won't make me stand out IT WON'T LET ME BE HAPPY. I train till my body falls to the point of exhaustion so I can feel like I can help, help the people I've always wanted to but at this rate how can I save them when I can't even save myself. Aizawa always makes me stay after class and asks if I'm okay but I can't tell him or else he'll leave like everyone else. I let fear in and now I've been dealing with him ever since, I scream beg plead for him to leave but he just stands there a smile on his face as I'm in a never ending loop of suffering and pain. The same thing comes and goes I say I'm fine, I train to exhaustion, scream in my head and repeat the next day. I can't help that I'm like this I mean I never asked for this to happen to me I never asked for the world to collapse on me. I'm waiting in the ruble holding myself tight praying a hero will find me and make me feel wanted but I can't see it anytime soon so I'm stuck. Stuck in the ruble just sitting there knowing damn well that this world turned it's back on me long ago. 

I woke up and did the normal cry a bit, cut but always on my legs so no one can see and go to class. I walked to my desk as Bakugou sneered in my direction and I just looked away praying to myself that one day I'll be okay. "H-hey Y/N can you stay behind in c-class please" I only herd the mumble of Midoriyas voice but I nodded as I do that anyway. My uniform was modified to have long sleeves so I don't get cold because of my quirk. My quirks simple and boring  it's a blizzard and ice type quirk so my agility is increased and I can shoot the ice anywhere but the temperature affects it. As I was thinking I realized class was over and lunch began, I normally stayed behind and tried to read or get stuck in my head as I just couldn't bring myself to eat. I noticed a tap on my shoulder and I brought my head down trying to avoid it until I felt it again. I sighed and lifted my head and looked up noticing Aizawa and Izuku looking at me. Just great I thought and I put up a fake smile to tr to make myself more presentable. Until I heard what Aizawa said. "Show me your wrists Y/N" It almost sounded commanding but I had nothing to hide there so I lifted them up and showed them my clean wrists. Aizawa still wasn't conviced but apologized and left, whispering something to Midoriya before doing so. I got up and excused myself and left to my dorm no longer interested in attending class, opening my dorm I walked inside and put my stuff down and sat on my bed. My mind racing as I started to cry, I made them worry I made them waste their time on me I didn't want to affect them I never wanted to affect anyone but It seems I failed. Slowly, I walked up to my bathroom and locked the door and grabbed the ungodly object and did my work. After bandaging my wounds I went outside in a tank top with sweat pants and began training. I started with simple icicles and shot them at the ground but it grew more difficult and eventually I collapsed, I laid there for  a couple minutes wondering if It was really a good choice to be a hero and why did I even get into this school. I heard footsteps and I saw those all familiar red shoes and sighed. I was brought up and as he touched my legs I flinched even if it was only a bit he still saw it, I told him I was fine as ran away to my dorm and locked it.