My Hero Acadamia Short Stories (Volume 1)

Ninety-Nine Problems: Part 1 (Denki)

Warning: This story consists of suicide attempt. Please read with caution, or skip this story if it's something you can't handle.

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I closed my dorm room door behind me, after walking in. I just got back from the store, and I locked myself in my bathroom. I reached into the bag, and pulled out a brand new bottle of pain meds.

I stared down at the label. It said that there was a total of one hundred pills in the bottle.

Do they actually count how many pills go into the bottles? Or do they have a machine that counts for them? Or maybe they do it by weight?

However they do it, I was going to find out how many were in there. By counting each individual one.

I decided that counting them one by one, would take too long. So I decided to count them by fives. That's all I would be able to handle anyway.

I grabbed my cup from off my counter, and filled it up with water. I poured five pills into my hand, before pouring them into my mouth. I took a drink of water, just enough to let me comfortably swallow the pills.

After a few minutes, I was already at forty. I had to take a moment to keep myself from falling over, as I could feel myself getting a little dizzy. But I kept going.

Eventually I poured the last of the pills into my hand, and there were only four in my hand. There were only ninety-nine in the bottle, and I was sure of it. I hadn't dropped any and was careful to only take five at a time.

I took them and drank the last of my water. When my head went back to let me take a drink, I fell back onto the floor. I managed to pull myself up enough that I could rest my head against the edge of my tub. I looked down at the empty pill bottle on the floor next to me, and I started thinking about each problem that I was taking these pills.

Problem after problem. After problem. Every day there was something new. And every day it felt like there wasn't a damn thing I could do to change any of it.

My grades. My parents. My friends. From where I sat all the way to Timbuktu, and every little thing in between.

I had a million problems. All but one. My best friend, Denki Kaminari. We had been friends since we were five years old. He knew about all these problems, or at least most of them.

But he was the one thing in my life, that didn't bring me any problems. As much as he was always getting in trouble, he always made sure I was never part of it. He's always been extremely protective of me. Even though he's somewhat friends with Mineta, when ever they try to get pervy or something, Denki always made it clear that I was to stay out of it.

He protected me as best as he could. He was the one good thing in my life. And I was about to hurt him, with my stomach full of pills. I took a deep breath, and I felt something in my chest panic.

"Oh god." I whispered to myself. What was I thinking? I was only thinking about myself. What about Denki? Who was going to take care of him the next time he gets in trouble, or sick? Who's going to take care of him when I die?

I reached behind my back and pulled out my phone. I immediately scrolled until I found his name. I hit dial and I put my phone to my ear. It rang for a couple of moments, and I felt my lip quiver.

"Hello?" I heard his voice through the phone. He was coming down from a laughing fit. He was having a good time, and I was about to ruin it.

"Denki." I said, and I felt tears roll down my face.