A/N: Woop de de da dooooo TRIGGER WARNING! I went trick or treating for Halloween and it was fun but it was really hot and I had all of my friends there and it was good because I got to hang out with my fellow humans. Have a smily face you amazing people          :)

Midoriya's POV     Friday      12:51

Something about the voice was familiar but through the closed door I couldn't tell who it was but I definitely knew it was a male and probably not an adult. I silently walked over to the door closest to the voice and open it to reveal a student with red and white hair talking on the phone, Todo.

I hadn't realized I had whispered his name until he turned to me, a look of pure shock with a hint of something else on his expressions. He looked at me with a warm smile before promptly ending the call not even bothering to say something like 'oh I've got to go' or and excuse like 'oh I'm late for something I've got to go' but instead he just hung up and put his black phone into his pocket before he looked back directly at me.

He bent his knees so he was looking me directly in the eyes, he put his hand on my shoulders and I was shocked by the amount of warmth radiating from his palms that even through my uniform I could feel, maybe it was his quirk or he was just an incredibly warm person but I felt my walls start to crumble and my defenses lower as I felt myself sink into the warmth.

I looked back into his eyes, they were pretty in a way no one else could understand. Other may see his eyes as cool or unique but to me his eyes were a wonder, a deep crack in space that I could get lost in for eternity. The thing is I had always just seen his eyes as unique and cool until the past few weeks or more specifically at the Sports festival when as soon as I said those words to make him embrace his quirk and himself it was like his eyes had lit up, with passion and a desire that I had never seen before in him or anyone else. I had helped others before but for some reason his eyes entranced me, in a way that made me feel like the issues in the world and in my life instantly disappeared and everything is just warm.

"Midori" He whispered in a caring but slightly teasing tone, he reached his hand towards my face and (I had forgotten how to spell wipe) wiped something of my face for me to only realize it had been tears, I had been crying. "Midori, what happened?"

I struggled to try and formulate words to describe what I had seen in that room but I ended up not saying anything for the fear of crying but considering I could already feel small streaks of tears dripping down the sides of my face it wouldn't really do any difference to try and stop myself crying. As sobs racked my body Todo pulled me closer until my head was resting on his chest, he didn't question me or pry at what was wrong but instead he muttered quiet words of comfort so quiet that I didn't hear most but the tone of his voice was pure and comforting, not the way you would speak when being mean to someone but yet my mind didn't hesitate to try and corrupt or counter his sweet words.

Eventually my body reached the point where I could no longer shed tears and instead my body opt to violently shake as I silently cried into Todoroki's shirt where most of my noise was muffled but my screams of defeat would've still been able to be heard even his shirt blocking the noise. I breathed in heavy uneven more quickly then someone normal would've but every time I tried to mentally calm myself another uneven breath would end and my mouth would release pained cries. Todo decided he would stroke my hair at some point during my breakdown but the time when he started was unknown to me but as I calmed down the thing slowly making me drift to unconsciousness was his gentle hand that somehow grounded me to reality during my time of panic but now after the initial sadness had gone his hand now filled my being with peace and a aura of calmness, which I had not felt since Mum died.

I missed that feeling, calmness and peace was sure part of what I missed but now finally I realized what I had in this moment that I missed so much, love. Unconditional and illogical love of some one who is there when you need and when they aren't, they help you afterwards no matter what and you'll care for them so deeply when bad things happen to them because you know that they will always do the same. That kind of love couldn't be found in support from teachers or regular classmates, it can't be found in my Foster Home and that love can't be found in cutting, maybe a temporary feeling of release and calmness but not love and love will never be found there. But now in this moment I knew fully well that.... I loved Shoto Todoroki and nothing would ever change that.

Todoroki's POV       Friday    1:07

My body ached with each step, as if I were dragging weights around with me, moving my limbs made the burns, bruises, cuts and anything else painful sting and burn. I didn't want to be at school now, not like this, so weak and useless.

I hadn't done anything right so far, I had simple jobs and I failed even those and now it is clear that my inability to be the thing I was trained, told and now being taught how to be, a hero, is going to cost Midori's life. Kizuku trusts me, Midori trusts me, my class trusts me and I have failed every single one of them.

When Midori had came out of class and caught me he latched onto me as if his life depended on it and cried until eventually he fell asleep still held tightly to me. I picked him up bridal style and made my way to the Staff Room and was lucky enough to not run into anyone to inquisitive who would question a scary dude with ice and fire powers carrying the literal definition on adorable but most kids we ran into who didn't just ignore us briefly looked at Midori before muttering something horrible like "Villain's child" or "Disgusting freak" I always tried extra hard to give those people angry stares. When I got to the room the main struggle was trying to open the door with out waking him up which I imagined was the same feeling a parent felt when there baby fell asleep on their lap and they need to transfer them into their crib.

When I opened the door I saw Midnight looking slightly hungover lazing on a teal couch and Mr Aizawa chugging a cup of coffee but besides that it was completely empty which seemed a bit odd. No one noticed me until I cleared my throat, Midnight hastily turned her head my direction and mutterer to Mr Aizawa "You deal with this", but he didn't bother looking until he finished his coffee, when he looked at Midori and I he didn't look shocked but he did make some effort to get up quickly and ask why Midori was unconscious.

Since he was a teacher I was fairly sure he was made aware of the fire and Midoriya's father so when I was explaining what happened I included the parts relating to that but carefully made sure not to mention Kizuku or anything else that would reveal the plan to save Midori.

Mr Aizawa's face remained unreadable throughout my whole explanation and when I finished he simply nodded and calmly said "I think it would be best for Midoriya to go home early, I'll call someone at the Foster Home to pick him up" Aizawa decided rationally "Go put him on the couch and if you want you can stay with him, which I assume you will". I nodded and draped Midori on the couch, silently muttering something so quiet that only I could hear it "I've failed you Kizuku...", and as I looked down at him I couldn't help but notice how similar it looked to.....

X                     FLASHBACK                           X

Well my birthday sucked, going to school on my birthday sounded annoying enough but to have to deal with my Father and stupid class mates really didn't help. I'm now 5 but yet I feel though I'm older, other kids don't feel how I feel and that scares me and I know that I scare them, why am I so different?

I had no desire to walk home but getting picked up meant being bombed with paparazzi so I reluctantly walked, everything was normal and I was nearly home when I passed the entrance of Anatano-Musume Preschool, nothing seemed of so when I saw it I instantly froze.

It was disfigured and pale, small and frail, with limbs sticking out at angles that would crush all bones, it had wide inhuman eyes that were a dark teal and brown like mine but with different colours but the whites of the eyes were a dusty gray colour, it was smaller than me and had long, skinny arms and legs but worst of all was it's chest, it was disgusting, long black jagged tentacles coming from it's chest which was a gaping whole filled with black tar like slime still dripping down the sides of a now long gone shirt. That's when I realized this wasn't an it it was a girl.

A girl my age wearing a bright blue shirt that new kids are given with something like 'Welcome To (Insert School)!' or 'I'm ready to learn' but hers said 'Anatano-Musume welcomes me!' but through the cascading black liquid it was barely decipherable. She had dark teal hair to match her  eye and her hair was in a messy pixie cut, she had light freckles over her cheeks and even in her pale, lifeless state she still had a natural blush coating her cheeks.

If I wasn't so close I would've missed it but either way I knew it wasn't real because she was long dead but the girl she.... whispered something, her voice croaky and hoarse to the point where it sounded as though her throat had internally collapsed, she was long dead but yet she still managed to whisper not even moving her mouth. She said "i'm  s-sorry i fai-i-iled you da..ddd".

Her voice started to break off at the end and as soon as she said it, it was as if nothing had happened but I knew for a fact that she was dead so how did she say that? Why would she say that?

X                   END OF FLASHBACK                 X

Next thing that happened is a blur, a foggy window that I can't managed to clean or a piece of a puzzle that is missing. All I knew for certain is that a small brown haired girl walked out of the Preschool and screamed, some staff heard and I could've sworn I heard one mutter "Not again.." and that was when they all noticed the body, they screamed and called the grabbed a phone with shaky hands and was halfway through giving the address to the ambulance when the brown haired girl cried "Miss Stephens stop it! She's already dead".

And the rest is a foggy haze, I don't remember the brown girls face ir voice but that teal girl was permanently burned into my brain and I couldn't help but notice how similar Midori looked to that dead girl, besides her disfigured body and tentacles in her chest they looked fairly similar not completely appearance wise but more in his posture and things life his pale skin, light eye bags and small frail looking body.

I hated making those sort of comparisons but right now it was as if his form was flickering between life and death, it was almost as if the world were trying to mock me more. I hadn't realized I had been staring at Midori until Mr Aizawa said "Todoroki I know you are worried but Lunch has ended and I would advise that you go back to class", he took a break in between hi sentence to yawn, I nodded and walked out the door taking one last look at the unconscious Izuku Midoriya.

No one looked at me in the halls, mainly because everyone was already in their class but the stragglers paid me no attention but when I was with Midori it was like a beacon for them to ogle and awe at. I slowly walked not in any rush to get to the classroom considering we were doing Maths and the later I could be, the better.

When you enter a class late you have at least some expectations, first: You expect to see everyone else sitting in their seats. Secondly: You expect to see a teacher beginning a lesson and finally: You expect to get told off for being late, and if you have an excuse you are told to join the class and try not to be late again. Well when I entered the classroom none of the 3 things happened because when I entered the classroom everyone was looking at a desk, Midori's desk.

Some people peered over other heads to see before quickly turning away with looks of shock all over their faces. I tried to ask Kirishima what he saw but he just continued to cover his mouth with his hands as if he were going to throw up any minute now but when I asked him what they were looking at again he just tilted his head to the side where the desk was as if saying 'Just go look for yourself' .

So I did just that, I struggled my was the the front of the slowly decreasing crowd until I was at the very front and saw why they were so shocked, writing covered all of his desk, some writing was in pen while most were in texta but each sentence was equally as horrible as the next. I now knew why Midori was crying, I hadn't actually looked into the classroom to see what he was doing but I knew as soon as I heard the distressed sounds and whimpering I knew that I had failed, this is what he had seen.

I slowly backed away not caring that I ran into a few people, I could tell that my jaw was hanging wide open, my skin was pale as a ghost and my eyes were tearing up but currently I had zero control of my body. I looked around the class to see most people had moved away, Aoyama looked down at his feet, Uraraka and Tsyu were crying into each other shoulders, Jiro and Kaminari didn't say anything but instead stared at each other and Bakugo was comforting Kirishima who was positioned over a trashcan heaving into it painfully while Bakugo rubbed circles into his back in a calm and loving manner that I and many people had seen before.

By the time I looked at his desk everyone had moved away except Present Mic who was studying the desk with a burning rage in his eyes that even his glasses couldn't cover. Present Mic sat up and hesitantly said "I'm going to go and report this, please try and be calm I'll be back in a few minutes" and with his words said he shuffled at the door. Most people had snapped out pf their initial shock and were now comforting the bawling girls or helping Bakugo take care of Kirishima who was throwing up everything he had previously had ate.

I still didn't know what to do, I felt frozen in the one spot I was standing in.

Midoriya's POV      Friday    3:50

When I woke up I wasn't at school but rather my room, I internally freaked out until I saw a blue piece of paper , I inspected it closer and I realized it had writing on it, it read

' Dear Izuku Midoriya,

I hope that you are feeling well but if you need anything don't hesitate to come down and ask anyone here.

If you're also curious to why you aren't at school is because you passed out and your teachers believed that stress is the reason so they advised you to return here and relax.

From Mary'

I had no idea who Mary was but I assumed it was someone who worked here who I hadn't meet yet, a shame to because she sounded fairly nice.

I stretched as I began to recall my day when it hit me like a semi-truck, those looks, those whispers and that horrid writing (AKA: Mine) that I had found on my desk.

'Is that what people really think of me and are  to scared to say it to my face? Do my classmates think that? Well I'm sure Uraraka does because that writing was in her texta, she hates me'

As more thoughts surrounded me I subconsciously moved closer to the spot of the floor were the loose floorboard was and by the time I realized I was practically already reaching for the box and in that second I knew I had the choice to choose whether I would give in and let the dark thoughts control me or I would stand brave and choose not to do it and be strong.

But I'm weak, that's why I grabbed the HAPPY BOX and let my demons control me.

A/N: This took  a while to get done and I just really want to write cheese grater. CHEESE GRATER. The next chapter hopefully won't take to long and may end up being a bonus chapter. Also I didn't say it before but I need to now, the bonus chapters seem like POVs from different character but they are actually there to paint a clearer picture, if you look carefully at the bonus chapter and this one some secrets about the teal girl and the brown haired girl may be revealed

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PS: this image completed my life