Break The Mask

Chapter seven

Izuku stared blankly at the mirror in the room he was using. He stared at the scars that littered his body. He stared at his ribs that could be seen clearly from lack of food. He stared at the still prominent bruises. He stared at all the burn and explosion scars.

Slowly tears finally gathered in his eyes. He removed his glasses to try and wipe them away. A silent sob wracked his body as he dropped his glasses to wrap his arms around his stomach. 

"I-I h-hat-hate i-i-it…I-I h-ha-hate m-my b-b-body…." He was soon grabbing at his head. The voice. It was back.

'What did you expect~ You've always been ugly. To fat, to skinny. No one will ever love your mangled and destroyed body~ That's why you should just end it all! End everyone's constant misery of you existing! You're nothing but a disappointment! You're nothing! Why do you even try? Why try, when you know, it won't matter in the end. Because you know, you know at the end of the day you're nothing but a useless mangled destroyed mess. No one will ever love you,' it cackled at him. 

He didn't know how or when he ended up in the corner of the room. But he was, and he was shaking, hyperventilating.

'All you're ever going to be is a disappointment. No one is ever going to love you. The people that do say it are lying. They don't care about you. They don't care what happens to you. You should have died that day! That way everyone can be happy! Because they won't have to see you anymore!' 

Izuku unconsciously gripped his hair and started to pull. The pain wouldn't register, nothing was registering. Why was he feeling so numb?

He felt someone touch his arms, holding him. He looked shakily, sobs still racking his body. Mitsuki was kneeled in front of him trying to get him to breathe.

He wasn't breathing? When did he stop?

"Izuku sweetie, I need you to breathe with me. One big deep breath, let it out. There we go. You're okay. Just breathe," he followed her breathing pattern. Some still come out too quickly, or not at all.

"Are you sure you're able to go to school De-Izuku," Katsuki caught himself. Too many years using that damn degrading nickname, but he was getting better at not using it. 

"I-I g-go-gotta g-go," he hiccupped. 

Mitsuki let out a sigh but still continued the breathing pattern. She didn't want him to go, not in the state that he was in. 

"Well…Get ready Izuku, and I'll stay by your side the whole day," Katsuki slowly put his hand out for him to grab. 

The greenette shakily grabbed his hand. Katsuki pulled him up, and gave him a small smirk. He turned and left soon after.

Mitsuki got up off the ground. She gently pats his head. He flinched before looking up. She gives him a sad smile as she hands him his glasses. She soon leaves the room.

He gets dressed in his uniform, making sure to not look into the mirror until he was completely dressed. 

He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Mitsuki just put breakfast on the table, Katsuki already sitting down next to Masaru.

He sat down and said his thanks. He ate small slow bites, knowing he won't be able to eat that much.

"Are you sure you want to go to school Izuku?" He looked at Mitsuki

"I-I g-go-gotta g-go."

"I know, but I'm worried something will happen."

"Don't worry Hag, I'll look after him." Katsuki aggressively stabbed a pancake.