-Schizophrenia- (BakuDeku)
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(Schizophrenia:) "a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation"
Izuku Midoriya seemed like your average high school kid. One who did his simple studies, go to class, eat lunch, talk with friends, anything that you could name of. Though he had his own dark secret. One he kept from everyone besides his own mother.
Schizophrenia. That word haunted him. For his own reasons. Having this metal illness really affected his life. Thinking things were around him. Ones that no one else could see. He never knew what was real or what wasnt. At times even seeing different Kacchans.
Though his childhood "friend" didnt know about his mental illness. He just assumed that the green haired boy was craving attention. That he was trying to be better than him by lying. Thats what he thought in his own mind.
Though one day he finds out the truth abut everything.
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