His heart was beating quickly for a boy.
His eyes were always so happy to be wide open when that certain perfect boy was near him!
But...
The tiny heart, was hurting in his rib cage, and causing butterflies in his stomach to seek for a hole to escape, punching a bit his diaphragm in the meantime.
Izuku had a crush for a boy, a boy of his class.
But not all crushes end well.
Clutching at his phone, Izuku wasn't sure what to think anymore.
What had exactly happened?
One moment he was reading soft words, given by the gentle mouth of a dear, the dearest of his friends, that beautiful and strong crush that had flourished slowly during the year.
And the next moment; well, in the next moment there were lots of indifference, detachment and distance.
He didn't feel any tears at all slowly crawling down his tiny face to fall on the cold sheets of the messy bed.
Not even one tear, not even one drop of that salty water that communicated sadness.
But he was sad, even in pain.
Curled up in a ball, eyes wide open; locked on the messages that his best friend had sent him.
He could feel distinctly and uncannily his entire body continually twitch out of a scarily violent tremor; luckily still not quite like convulsions.
His mouth was dry, but he only understood it when he tried to open his dark lips and felt them stick together.
And hurt lightly.
But everything was hurting.
Starting from his heart, but it probably wasn't his heart, the problems were probably just his lungs.
Or maybe both.
Without even noticing that, he had started to breath in an uncontrollable way, his diaphragm was even shaken by strong, regular spasms.
So regular, that every few seconds, they were blocking Izuku's breathing with painful hiccups.
He felt like he was going to vomit as well.
Vomit his dinner, lunch, breakfast... And dinner of the day earlier, too.
He could easily feel all of his valves being pushed to be opened by something; probably matter from his stomach, but he already couldn't breathe, and gastric acids weren't going to help him.
He couldn't vomit.
He couldn't let the pain win, not that time.
His eyes were tired, red and puffy; stupid eyes.
They didn't even blink during all of that long minute.
They were looking carefully, reading and rereading the messages.
Messages where his friend, had rejected him.
Completely rejected his pure love.
Utterly creating aberrations in his blood flow.
His heart... seemed to not be pounding anymore in his scarred torso.
Or maybe it was beating too quickly and harshly in his chest, in his weak rib cage.
And maybe, he just wanted his heart to pound into a wrong part of his body, perhaps against a cracked rib, and finally get injured.
Because no more beating heart, equaled to no more pain.