Midoriya froze at the voice of All Might, he glanced up and saw the Number 1 hero's strong body freeze when he saw his face.
Tears ran down it and his entire body trembled, he must've looked like a train wreck, considering the fact he probably had bags under his eyes.
"Midoriya what happened." All Might asked crouching down, he was transformed so he should have looked like a comforting symbol to him right now, but...All Might was the last thing he wanted to see right now.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and ran past All Might, gripping his bag tightly. He ignored All Might yelling at him and just ran out of the school. His chest burned as he ran.
Home...I need to go home...I wanna get away from here…
Midoriya had actually got on a train was riding home, keeping his eyes down as he held his bag on his lap.
I can't believe I'm actually skipping…
He pulled out his phone and looked through it, he had a ton of messages from his friends asking him if he was okay, or where he was or what was happening. Even Bakugou had texted him, telling him to get his ass back to class.
He turned the device off and shoved it back in his pocket.
Dammit Kacchan...God Dammit…
Tears still dripped down his face, the train was mostly empty, mostly full of adults on their way to work.
It was soon his stop so he stood and waited by the door.
He walked off and kept his eyes down, it reminded him of when he was in middle school, walking home alone from bullies, his chest still ached and his shoulder stung, he must have pulled some of his cuts open again.
As he entered his house he didn't hear the familiar sound of his mother greeting him, seeing as she was gone for the week...just perfect.
He dropped his bag right in the entryway before walking to the kitchen, going to the cabinet and reaching up but stopping as he was about to grab an empty container.
Right...I'm all out of medicine.
His eyes fell to the counter along with his hand. He watched as his tears fell onto the counter, watching them gather in a small puddle.
He glanced over to the drawer of utensils, the drawer containing all of the knives of course had a large lock over it. Midoriya just looked at it with dull eyes and tears still falling down his face.
He knew he should be at class right now, he knew he shouldn't have run away but what was he supposed to do? Just admit the fact that he had cut his wrists all the time when he was younger? That he had tried killing himself in his 3rd year of middle school?
He hadn't been lying when there was nothing wrong with his wrists, he had learned that cutting his wrists was too obvious, so he had moved on, keeping a knife in his room that his mom had no clue about. He had been using it for the past two days, cutting on the edge and tops of his shoulders and down his arms, along with his thighs.
Midoriya felt himself shrinking down the floor, only to hide his head in his arms as he pulled knees close to his chest. He knew this week was going to be hell, this had all started two days ago, when he felt helpless against Shigaraki in that mall.
He had been struggling with this god awful depression ever since he was 10, a few years after the fact he'd never have a quirk set in. It got so bad to the point where his mother didn't trust him around anything sharp whatsoever even now when he was 15 year old.
He had started cutting his wrists when he had been 11, finding out that cutting was an easy way for him to relieve himself of everything.
But things just got worse, he kept cutting, never gave his wounds chances to heal so he started cutting in other places. He basically covered in scars now, only a few of them from hero training.
The doctors had prescribed him a strong Antidepressant medicine that his mom had to watch him take to make sure he didn't overdose to kill himself, his mom was also the only person who could buy the medication. But she was gone this week on a cruise with Bakugou's mom, just to celebrate the fact that they thought their kids were getting along.
He felt his shoulders heave as he let out a choked sob, his emotions overtook him as he sat there in a feeble position. This was normal for him, small emotional breakdowns but usually he had his mom to comfort him, not this week.
He opened his tear filled eyes fully and froze. He was alone, Bakugou definitely would just beat him up about it, and there wasn't anyone else who knew.
He sat there, stunned at the thought before glancing up. He hated this feeling, he wanted it out, he wanted this never ending depression to get out.
He stood up slowly and began making his way to his room, no motivation behind his steps whatsoever. Once he reached his room he opened his door and entered, glancing at his bed.
"I want it out…" He mumbled out loud, repeating his thoughts. He crouched down quickly and reached under his bed, his hand finding what he needed.
He pulled it out and he looked as the item rested in his hands, the blade gleamed slightly in the light coming in through his cracked door.
Holding the long kitchen blade in one hand, he undid his neatly done tie and dropped it to the floor, he began to undo his school uniform, unbuttoning it almost all the way and letting it fall down to when his elbows were the only thing holding his undershirt and school uniform jacket up were his elbows.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was against what his mother wanted…what anyone wanted for him…but his mind was blank, nothing was registering…nothing.
Nothing really entered his mind until he felt the cold, thin texture of the blade against the tender skin of his shoulder. The skin was still raw from all of the fresh cuts and several of the scars had been cut over and seemed to be opening up again.
Dammit…