Downward Spiral (Izuocha)

Chapter 27 Visitors

Third person P.O.V.

Ever since he was back from the day they hung out, Izuku had not left his room unless basic needs, since he could train in there if he wanted to and sometimes just didn't feel like he deserved to eat. Now, he was lying down in his bed and his blanket feeling heavier, as if it was trapping him in his own bed, even if he was comfortable. In reality, what he felt pulling him downwards was the anxiety and depression he was constantly feeling, becoming stronger as the days passed. He would constantly remind himself that he had to live up to All Might and be an even greater hero than he was. He had to prove he wasn't week nor useless. That and much more added to the weight. However, he believed he had proved exactly the opposite of what he had to, barely able to control the quirk he still didn't believe he made it his and failing constantly. He had gotten back up quite some times, but he just fell harder every time.

His left arm bandaged more than usual, with the idea that he had made his own troubles heavy on Uraraka's back, and somehow had to make those troubles flow as water, but they were accompanied by a crimson color, leaving a paler than usual Izuku. It hadn't been the first time he thought about how the world would be without him, but it was the first time he resorted to self harm, as he rejected it throughout his middle school days, but he could have never imagined how intoxicating the feeling would be later in the future. He never intended to harm others, and it was true that Bakugo had respect for him, even if he still called him out, but it was his way of pushing him, not realizing that he was just adding fuel to the dark flames. It was eight in the morning, and his sleep schedule had only worsened, slowly resembling a corpse, but he thought it was fitting.

Midoriya P.O.V.

I didn't know what time it was, nor if it was day or night time as my room was still completely dark, but it was all answered I'm just a few sentences that came from the other side of the door. "Izuku, breakfast is ready. Later today I'll be going out with Mitsuki so Katsuki will be staying with you for a few hours. You can eat if you are hungry, I'll leave it on the table." My stomach grumbled in response as if it was giving a sort of response to her last statement, so I decided to get out of bed, put on a long sleeve shirt and go out, all with pretty dull and sluggish movement. I sat there, staring at the already finished plate that still took me a lot of time to do so, as if I didn't even have energy to chew. I only recalled the unnecessary death and damage I course to my friends and those close around me. I wanted to shed a tear, but those had run out a few hours prior.

Bakugo P.O.V.

I was heading to Deku's apparent with the old hag as she and Inko would be hanging out as if they were in their twenties again, and that was just fucking fantastic. Nobody had heard shit from the nerd since Monday apparently and I would have to stay with him, in an enclosed space for who knows how long. I would have protested once again, if it weren't for the fact that the old hag would give me a concussion if I kept it up and we where walking up the stairs, so it wouldn't have been a smart idea. Last time I saw him he was moping around and looking as dead as ever, and I had only seen him like this a few years back, and it wouldn't usually last long, only for a week or so. It was hard to tell if it was either an act or whatever but I had a feeling that I wouldn't enjoy what was to come when she knocked on the door.

The door flew open with such momentum that it managed to startle me and out came a small green chubby woman. After some quick chit chat I got in and saw Deku on the couch, looking as lifeless as ever. 'He could be in a coffin and I would believe him, what the actual fuck?' That is all I could think of as I stared at the pale, sleep deprived green haired teen that somehow managed to get his hair even messier and eyes that needed more worker drops that Aizawa's. I made my way to the couch in front of him, and he barely let out a noise to show that he had recognized me and with that, we were left alone to somehow make this a somewhat likeable day. "So..... do whatever you want, I'll be in my room" he said as silent as he could, but just enough so that I could hear it and got up, stumbled to his door and went into a dark abyss that I had no idea what he intended to do in.

I let out a small scoff, a bit relieved that he understood that even if we were forced to be here, this was the best possible outcome, so I just turned on the TV and annoyed whatever I could until I got bored. Then, I was in my dorm, just laying around, but it all seemed very foggy and out of focus, as I heard muffled screaming from below. I couldn't make out anything, but from the tone it sounded desperate and I decided to check it out, only to go down and see that a few extras had gathered around someone's room. I heard cries, and some voices of shock, but I waited for everyone else to leave so I could go in and see what happened. Aizawa had come out with something in his arms, rushing to go outside, and that's when I took my chance, only to see a pool of a ruby liquid that had a shine due to the light of the moon coming in from the window. All that came to memory was then me screeming at Deku, only to hear a weak 'I can't ' and being transported back to Deku's living room. I had to talk with the damn nerd.

Heyoo. So, I'm back. I hope the pandemic isn't affecting you the way it is me, it really does suck. However, please be aware of your mental health. I strongly believe you should have a healthy body, but that means nothing without a healthy mind. Please, PLEASE be aware and get help if needed and stay as good as possible, cause all of you are wonderful and unique. I hope you had andhave an amazing day, and I'll see you on Friday I think.