When it became unbearable

The urge was tearing him apart, he didn't want to let the rope of hope go, but his grip was loosening.

Midoriya Izuku was just a young boy when his entire world was shattered into pieces, his fragile glass heart had cracks within them. No matter how much glue Izuku tried to use to fix it, there was no chance of it ever going back to what it was. Now he had a promising future as a hero, so why were the old cracks still reminding him of the past. Why was he still crying after something that's so close, so very close. Why was he crying over not being able to be a hero, when he was studying to be one? It made absolutely no sense, however Izuku didn't realize that.

The scars and burns across his body came right out of a horror movie. His biggest burn was on hip, it went from the bottom of his chest to his waist. It was made by Bakugou, but he deserved it. He was in the wrong place, in the wrong time, so of course it was deserved. While people were changing, he would always hide his chest away, it wasn't something that they needed to see. It really hurt, every day. His heart would throb when he looked in the mirror, unable to breathe. Everyday, he would deal with the invisible rope, preventing him to talk in a breath. Today was the day he decided that the rope would no longer be invisible.

Everyone was in the common room today, getting ready for their Friday movie nights. Tonight was Bakugou's pick. People were gathered on the couches, popcorn in arms, possibly chips. Iida had a salad and orange juice instead, since he was Iida. In fact, the first thing Kaminari said when he saw this was, "What an Iida thing to do." Everyone was just about ready to enjoy the movie when Bakugou realized, "Where the fuck is Deku?" He grumbled, turning everyone's attention towards him, before they looked around. "Ah- Maybe he is resting." Iida responded, in a professional, calm manner. Bakugou furrowed his brows, "I'm going up to drag his fucking ass downstairs, if he thinks he can get away with this shit, he would be mistaken." Bakugou said, trying to keep calm in the entire situation.

Bakugou made his way up the stairs, and soon finding himself in front of the door to the nerds room. He knocked loudly before yelling out, "Oi fucker, open up the goddamn door." When he got no response, he grew annoyed. "I'm gonna count down, then open the fucking door." He said, counting down, "3-" He said, continuing. "2, 1" He threw the door open, about to scream out, before seeing the scene before him.

There was a chair knocked over on the floor, it could've looked unintentional if it wasn't for two things.

Number one: The letter on his desk, neatly folded with small wet patches in certain areas.

Number two: The body hanging in front of him.

Bakugou ran instantly, removing the rope from the small boys neck. As soon as it slipped off, he held him close to his chest, checking him for a heartbeat. It was weak, but it was still there. Midoriya let out a cough, 'Good, he's not dead, thank god.' He pulled Midoriya in closer, listening at his heartbeat slowly growing louder. 'He's just unconscious, He's just unconscious.' Bakugou kept reminding himself.

Here was his childhood friend, eyes closed, breathing unstable, and his mental state low, and it was all his fault. 'If only, if I was given the chance, if I could'. Bakugou's brain was going a hundred miles per hour when he realized what was happening. He could have lost Deku, hisDeku. The person he tormented daily for most of his short life, the person who tried his best to be a good hero to everybody, the person who inspired Katsuki the most. He could have died, and it would've been Katsuki's fault.

Bakugou didn't know at the time, but there were tears running down his face as he pulled Izuku closer, in hopes of him waking up. "Kacchan?" The rough voice cut through his thoughts, he looked over in the figure in his arms, realizing that he was awake. "Izuku, Stupid Izuku, Don't do that again." He murmured, his head nesting on top of Izuku's, protective and in fear of him disappearing. "I'm sorry." Midoriya said, muffled a little by Katsuki's shirt. Tears run down both of their faces as Katsuki run his hands through Izuku's hair. "Don't, It's my fault, I-It's all my fault." Katsuki chocked, his eyes starting the burn a bit. Izuku hiccuped, grasping for Katsuki's shirt. "Katsuki, please. Save me from my demons." Izuku said, looking up at Katsuki with his wet eyes and flushed face. "I promise I'll protect you Izuku, I promise." Katsuki said, giving him a loving smile.

It was taking a suspiciously long time for Bakugou to come back, as a result, Iida, Todoroki and Kirishima were forced to go up. Everyone else was either lounging around or too scared of Bakugou to go get him. They made there way up to the second floor, finding their way to Midoriya's dorm. Before they even went in, they already saw that the door was flung open, indicating that someone had indeed come in or out of the dorm. However, though they didn't know what to expect, they knew that what they saw was morbid. "Midoriya!" Iida screamed, not noticing the two figures huddled together on the floor, only paying attention to the noose. Though, Todoroki did, immediately running over to check on them. He used his left hand to rub Midoriya's back, warming him up slightly and giving him comfort. Bakugou continued to pat his head gently, letting him cry onto his shirt. Kirishima got to work, activating his quirk to chop the noose down, leaving a pile of rope on the floor. Iida, who was previously stuck in place, also went over to comfort his friend, as well as Kirishima. They were all huddled together for a while, before Izuku whispered out, "Thank you." He choked a bit on his words, Iida froze at this, before patting him on the back, "It's no issue Midoriya, we will always be there for you, always."

Eventually they were able to make their way downstairs, already missing most of the movie since the other started it. Bakugou continued staying close to Midoriya the entire movie, which put some people on edge since Bakugou was never like this, ever. After the movie, people wanted answers, however the five who knew what happened refused to respond, wanting to keep Midoriya's privacy. To ensure that no more bad memories would come up, Todoroki burnt the letter that Midoriya wrote, and the rope. Of course, this set off a fire alarm, but it was worth it.

For the first time in Midoriya's life, he felt his glass heart mold together once more. Protected by the love of his classmates and those around him. He felt whole once again, warmth spreading through his body, numbing the pain. It will always come back, the horrible thoughts and feelings, but Midoriya would continue to grow stronger. After all, he now had friends supporting him.