Izuku Midoriya had enough from life, everyone was telling him how useless he was. His mother stopped looking at him. His best friend bullies him. He had no one who cares about him or so he thought. "Thank you for saving me, you are a great hero, I won't do this again. I promise! Can you unbind the scarf now?" He chose his words carefully and gave the sleep-deprived hero the brightest fake smile he could offer. "I am really fine! You can now go and continue your hero work." "You don't look fine!" .... This is a suicidal Deku story combined with Dadzawa. A/N: Be warned mention of suicidal thought and attempts as well as cutting. I do not make any waning beforehand in the story so consider yourself warned. This is a mha fanstory and I have no idea where this is gonna go ... hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. I was inspired by an Ao3 story I read, I wish I could remember the title of it, but I don't I am sorry. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner. Highest Ranking: 07.03.21 1 in Suicid 07.03.21 5 in Suicidalizuku 26.03.21 1 in depressedizuku 26.03.21 1 in abusedizuku 26.03.21 3 in suicidaldeku 26.03.21 2 in dadzu 30.03.21 2 in izukumidoriya

So, uh... life's been kinda upside down lately. One day I'm at home with Mom, and the next, I'm stuck living with my dad-yeah, the Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic. Didn't exactly plan for that, but here we are. Still trying to wrap my head around it. Can't say it's all bad, though. Turns out, co-hosting a radio show with your pro hero dad at ungodly hours of the night is a pretty decent distraction from... well, everything else. Honestly, it's kinda fun. The way we go off-script half the time, roasting villains and throwing shade at the news-it's chaotic, but in a good way. Keeps me from thinking too much. Dad's-well, he's loud, dramatic, and somehow a total dork and a hero at the same time. But he's also... warm. Genuine. The kind of guy who makes you feel seen, even when you're trying real hard to blend into the wallpaper. It's weird, having someone actually there. Asking if I've eaten, if I'm sleeping okay, if I wanna vent or just scream into a mic at 2 AM. I guess what I'm saying is, things are messy and confusing, and I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But for now, I've got a half-decent mattress, a mic, and a dad who grins way too wide and tells me he's proud every chance he gets. Could be worse. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.