Something is wrong with Izuku. Very wrong. The once lively boy was now barely ever awake, growing weaker with each passing day. No one knew what was wrong, no one knew how to help. Except his father. (Alright, I think I may have written a somewhat decent description this time. It's a least passible I hope. As usual, please enjoy, and I promise that my stories are better than my descriptions.) Fanfiction #3 I do not own BNHA or any of its characters.