Izuku Midoriya
Happy pills.
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Izuku burst through his dorm door, sobbing. Jeez, how much more if this can he take without wanting to end it all on the spot?
He chanted to himself, even as he knew those words rang hollow even to his own ears. Katsuki is always ruining it. Makes it bad. Makes everything bad. Makes him bad. He frantically searches through his drawers, hyperventilating to find the thing he wants. He needs oh so badly. Finding the anti-depressants, he fumbled with the cap before popping it open, dumping two pills onto his palm and swallowing them down eagerly. His breathing starts to slow gradually after a while, more calmer. He flopped down onto his bed, staring at the bloody razor on his nightstand. He lets out a soft sigh, laying back on his bed as he stares up at the ceiling. He suddenly got back up, beginning to tidy up his room to study with , a plan he'd made with them earlier.
You're okay, you're okay, you're okay!
He chanted to himself, even as he knew those words rang hollow even to his own ears. Katsuki is always ruining it. Makes it bad. Makes everything bad. Makes him bad. He frantically searches through his drawers, hyperventilating to find the thing he wants. He needs oh so badly. Finding the anti-depressants, he fumbled with the cap before popping it open, dumping two pills onto his palm and swallowing them down eagerly. His breathing starts to slow gradually after a while, more calmer. He flopped down onto his bed, staring at the bloody razor on his nightstand. He lets out a soft sigh, laying back on his bed as he stares up at the ceiling. He suddenly got back up, beginning to tidy up his room to study with , a plan he'd made with them earlier.