This story contains mentions of depression, suicide and self harm. Reader discretion is advised.
Scars
Ochako knew her boyfriend had scars. She knew most of them came from his time at UA. She'd seen him enough times without clothes to know all of them. She also knew some of them were because of her. He got them to save her. She had felt guilty but he told her not to.
"I always say I acted without thinking. That my body moved on its own to save you. And part of it is true. But deep down I think I could have stopped. To ignore you and just try to get some points. But I couldn't. I would have never forgave myself if I had just left you alone. Putting yourself in harm's way to save others, is what heroes do."
He had smiled when he said that. His face was flustered but he didn't stutter.
"Ochako, these scars remind me of two things. The first thing is that I should have trained more so I didn't get hurt. But they also remind me that I saved people. You, Todoroki, Iida, Kota."
He was always so selfless. He didn't mind hurting himself to save others. It's one of many things she liked about him. One night they had just talked and he explained all his scars and the meaning behind them. But he forgot one scar.
Since Izuku's right handed most of his scars are on his right arm. He mainly uses that arm to punch. But he has one scar on his left arm. On his wrist. It isn't a big one. Just a small line. It already started to slightly fade away so it was one he got before coming to UA. She knew she shouldn't be nosy but she wanted to know where he got that scar.
A couple of days later they were hanging out in her room. They were just talking with a few kisses in between.
"Hey Deku, remember when you told me about your scars?" Ochako asked.
Izuku nodded. "Yes I remember." He looked worried. "I told you to not feel guilty about it. I would gladly get more of them if it meant saving you. And.." Ochako started laughing.
"I'm not feeling guilty, silly. You don't always have to worry."
Izuku smiled sheepishly. "Yeah I tend to get a bit too worried. But what was it about my scars?"
"A while ago you told me about all of them. But you skipped one." She pointed at his wrist. "That one on your left arm, it isn't because of your Quirk is it?"
"No it isn't." He looked down. "It's more personal than that. And it's the only scar I regret."
"What happened?"
"You know Kacchan and I were childhood friends right?"
She nodded. "But I also know he bullied you." She said softly. 'Did he do this to you?"
"No. I did this to myself." He sighed. "Kacchan once told me to 'take a swan dive of the roof and hope I get a Quirk in the next life'. And I considered it for a bit. But I read a lot online that there were other ways to feel better. So one evening I took a razor and cut my wrist." He almost started crying. "For a second it helped. But then it stopped. And it hurt even more. I panicked and told Mom. We both cried a lot that night."
Ochako couldn't help but laugh. She had met Inko and she was just as emotional as her son. It wasn't hard to picture them crying.
"What did you do after that?" She asked.
"We treated the cut and talked. And I felt better afterwards. But I still feel bad for doing something so stupid. I didn't tell you the first time cause I was embarrassed. But I'm glad I got this out. Thank you Ochako." He had a genuine smile on his face and his eyes sparkled.
They hadn't been dating long and he still wasn't used to calling her by her first name.
"You know I'm here for you Izuku."
"I know."
Author's notes
This was my first attempt at writing angst. Hope you guys liked it.
I don't have any first hand experience with self harm or anything like that. If it comes over a bit forced please let me now.
My other story parental visit will be on hiatus for a while. I couldn't write a chapter I was really satisfied with.
Please read & review and I'll see you in the next one.