"Izu, dinners done."

"Alright mom." I fix myself up and plug my phone in for a bit. I head down stairs letting my phone charge.

"Eat as much as you want, you need the energy."

"I know mom." But even if I do know, I don't eat a lot, if I eat too much I hurt my stomach and I don't want that. I finish eating and go to get up, but my mom starts talking.

"Izu, I miss you."

"How can you miss me mom, I'm right here."

"I miss when you were younger, you had so much hope, and you were happy."

"Mom, I am happy."

"I know you aren't. I know you aren't okay, so quit pretending please."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine, it'll get better, I promise." I smile, the biggest smile I can muster, I can't cry, don't let me cry.

"Izu, where did you go?" Crap she's crying.

"Mom, I'm still here, I'm still that little happy child you remember. I promise." I feel the tears slip.

"No you aren't, ever since you were four, you've been changing, I know finding out you were quirkless killed you, but quirks don't define anyone."

"I know mom, and it's not the quirk thing. It's stupid mom, but I promise I will be okay, for you,"

"I love you Izu, more than anything."

"I know mom, I love you too." I walk up stairs, tears running down my face, as I get to my room I hear my mom on the phone. I don't care to hear what she's talking about so I just shut my door and sit on my bed. A few minutes go by and I hear my phone going off, crap Kacchan told me to text him. I pick it up, he's decided to facetime me, so I answer and turn on the light putting a fake smile on.

"Hi Kacchan." I say with energy I don't even have.

"Hey nerd, you didn't text me."

"Sorry, I got caught up, my stupid mental- I mean doctor told me to start trying things to get me out of a slump, so I started to sing more and draw. But after drawing I ended up falling asleep, we ended up having dinner and I was just going to sit around for a bit." Shit I almost slipped again.

"Can I see the drawing?" Shit.

"Uh, no. I'm really sorry Kacchan." Under my breath I say, "I don't really want you finding out."

"Finding out what?"

"Nothing."

"Izu, come on, please?" Why does he use that stupid nickname?

"What's up with the nickname?"

"Nuh uh, no changing the subject."

"Answer the question and I'll show you." I'll just hide the wrist.

"Show me and I'll answer."

"Fine." I grab my sketchpad and open it, I make sure I put my hand on the wrist so he can't tell anythings there. "Don't judge me, I'm rusty."

"No that's really good, trust me Izu, but move your hand." I move the hand holding it, my other one pressing it to my chest still covering the wrist.

"Other hand, you knew what I meant." So I replace my hand and move it.

"Izuku, show me the whole drawing." He's holding in his anger. So I move my hand, the way he wanted me to.

"Kacchan, it doesn't mean anything, I promise."

"Izu... Does your mom know? About your dad?"

"NO and she doesn't need to. Besides this wasn't even about him."

"I know, it says Deku... I'm sorry Izu."

"It doesn't mean anything."

"It does, I'm not blind Izuku."

"What do you mean?"

"You went to a mental health specialist today, didn't you?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me you damn nerd."

"It's none of your business."

"It is my business."

"No it's not, besides I'm fine."

"If that's so then why did your mom call my mom crying about how she's losing you?"

"... It's fine, it's fine, it's fine." I'm starting to break, he's getting mad. I can hear my dad. No. Kacchan isn't him, nowhere near him.

"Izu, breathe, you're going into a panic attack. Sit down, put your head between your knees. Breathe." I do as I'm told, but it isn't getting better. He knows this.

"Mom, I'll be back in a bit."

"Where are you going Katsuki?"

"Nowhere just know I'll be fine."

"Alright." My breathing gets worse as I hear him running, he hangs up and I hear a knock on the door. Mom's talking to someone and I hear them coming up the stairs. It's reminding me of my dad and I go to hide in the closet.

"Izu, it's not him. It's me, it's Kacchan." I slowly open the door and he comes in, he sits next to me rubbing my back, trying to help me breathe. I'm trying to push him away, I'm not wearing long sleeves. Eventually he just puts me on his lap, stroking my hair, whispering things like 'It's okay I've got you.' And 'He isn't here.' Slowly I calm down, but I keep my hands near my chest. He can't see.

"Izu, let's go sit on your bed, can you walk." I can't talk, I'm ashamed. He had to run here. He had to save me. I'm so useless I can't even save myself. I slowly feel him pick me up, he's holding me bridal style, but I could care less. That is until he tries to grab my arms. 

"Let me see."

"No."

"Midoriya, show me." I still refuse. He shouldn't even know.

"DAMMIT." He yells, I jump and try to get away. He won't let me go. 

"I'm sorry Izuku, I didn't mean to yell."

"Y-you're fine Kacchan." He finally puts me down but blocks the exit. So I sit on my bed.

"No, I shouldn't have yelled."

"Let it go, it's fine."

"Fine." He sat next to me, and I didn't realize that he grabbed my arm until it was too late.

"K-Kacchan, it isn't what it looks like."

"Did I make you do this?"

"No, just leave me alone. It doesn't matter."

"No, tell me, I won't leave until you do."

"Fuck off." He looked taken aback, huh, I guess I've never cussed at him.

"Izuku Midoriya. Talk to me right now." He's controlling his anger, I guess I've always made him mad. 

"Do I have to talk or can I play a song that describes how I feel? Or well a recording I did."

"I want you to talk."

"Where do you want me to start?"

"When you started being sad."

"So around four?"

"If that's when."

"It was when I found out I was quirkless, I was sitting there, watching the All Might video, my mom was just standing there, then after I said something along the lines of 'See All Might? He always has a fearless smile.' And I guess she just broke, what she said isn't what I needed to hear, she apologized. That wasn't what I needed, that day my world turned. My dad got home and found out, at first he was just silent, like it was a punishment on me and acted like I made myself quirkless, then he started to hit me, he would say, 'Izuku, you're so worthless that not even God wanted you to be able to survive, you're so weak and useless.' As he said every hateful word he would land a punch. Actually the weekend I stayed over, and you seen, it was that one," I breathe a bitter laugh remembering what happened, "He hated me, I can't say I blame him, I mean he hates me, you hate me, I hate me, kids at school hate me, so why was I so surprised when he started to throw punches."

"I don't hate you Izu."

"He hated me because I was quirkless and mom cared about me more than him. Hell she still doesn't know. Then he went overseas about three years ago, and I finally broke a little over a year ago. I took my pencil sharpener apart and I couldn't do it at first, but I slowly worked up and did it. It felt good, being able to feel that pain. I've thought about just dying that way but it's too messy and I need to think about my mom. Then a little after I started you tried to check on me trying to make sure you didn't leave any bruises, but you grabbed my sleeve, I felt a burn from the fabric rubbing, and I panicked you would check, so I ran. Then a little bit ago mom saw them. She cried and blamed herself, I never meant to hurt her that way, she was never meant to see them. So today I had an appointment with a mental health specialist, Aato, he made me talk, about you, my dad, a lot. He used his quirk a few times to get me to talk, he can force some of the truth out little by little but I think he needs to focus to use it. Then when I wasn't talking about you he had a kid, Shinsou, come in and force me to talk. His quirk was so weird, and it only seemed to stop when Aato came and touched my shoulder."

"Izuku, I don't hate you."

"Then why do you call me a useless Deku? Why do you belittle me? Why was Aato comparing you to my dad?" Shit, I can see Kacchan get mad.

"Izuku, what exactly did you tell him." Shit.

"I told him about the bullying and he guessed you've hit me. But I told him you were nothing like my dad."

"Alright, and haven't you seen by now? I call you useless and belittle you because I don't want to see you hurt! If you got hurt being a hero then I would break."

"Kacchan?"

"Izu, can't you see I want you to give up on your dream so you won't die."

"I won't die Kacchan, not by a villain, so stop it, I can make it and I want your help. Can you help me?"

"What can I do?"

"Help me grow stronger, please Kacchan."

"Will it help you?"

"I think so." That's a lie, I doubt it but I need to get stronger.

"Fine."

"Thank you Kacchan."

"Katsuki, you're mother's on the phone." Mom yelled.

"I'll be back Izu."

~~~~Katsuki's POV~~~

Damn Deku, I didn't know things got that bad, you could have told me dammit.

"Hello?"

"I thought you'd be there. Anyways time to come home."

"Do you think I could stay the night? Deku needs me right now."

"Ask Inko."

"Aunt Inko?"

"It's fine, I'm assuming you know?"

"I know more than what you think."

"I can stay, bye mom, love you."

"Love you too Katsuki." With that I hung up.

"Is he talking?"

"Yeah, I'll help him auntie, I'll keep him here." Inko started crying, she doesn't know how to help Izu. "Don't worry, I'm here."

"Thank you Katsuki, thank you so much." She hugs me, what happened to this family? It used to be so loving, so happy. I need to fix this.

"I'm going to go talk to Izu, alright?"

"Okay, I'll be here."

"Oh, and thank you for getting help, I didn't even know."

"He hates how I found out."

"I know." With that I went up to Deku's room. I hear muffled cries. Dammit.

"Izu? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, Kacchan I-I'm fine."

"Can I come in?"

"N-no!"

"Izu, let me in please."

"I can't."

"Izu, it's alright. I'm here, just let me in." I open the door to see him sitting in a corner. He must have had a panic attack. Damn. Wait, I see him holding his arms, please don't tell me he... I feel my heart begin to break, dammit.

"Let me see your arms."

"NO!" He yelled at me.

"Izuku, please. Let me help."

"Kacchan, I don't want the fucking help. Have you thought about that?" I was taken aback. He doesn't want the help...

"It doesn't fucking matter Deku, I'm helping whether you like it or not." I start to raise my voice. Shit, calm down Katsuki Bakugou, if you don't you'll make him scared.

"Izuku, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, come here and let me see please?"

"No, I can't, this is my issue." I begin to walk over to him, and I pick him up, I didn't realize earlier but he's too light.

"Are you eating enough?"

"What does it matter?" He's ashamed, I'm sorry Izu...

"Come on, let's clean you up."

"I'm not a baby Kacchan."

"I know, but I'm taking care of you so shush up and let me." I slowly set him on the toilet, I begin to run warm water, through the sink, and get the first aid kit. I sit Izuku on the counter and take his arm.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, we'll work through this." I slowly put his arm under the water and clean it, he hisses.

"I know it burns Izu, but it has to be cleaned." Before I start to bandage it, I slowly kiss the scars. I wish I could get rid of them, I really do. I begin to wrap it and when I finish I look at Izuku's face, he's blushing and I guess I am too.

"Come on nerd, let's go to bed."

"Shouldn't you go home?"

"No, I'm staying the night."

"O-oh, where are you sleeping?"

"Your room?"

"Kacchan..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay."