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A small, frail voice broke the silence,

"Please, help me. Please, please, I'm messed up. You're my only chance."

Silence overcame the call once again.

"Okay."
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Midoriya was breathless. What was he supposed to say now? He mentally scolded himself for not thinking anything through.

The mysterious voice erupted from the phone once again.

"Tell me, how can I help?"

"U-um, I-" Midoroya didn't know what to say next, "I don't know exactly." He stated honestly.

"Would you like to talk about yourself? Maybe expressing yourself with benefit you."

Midoriya paused for a second.

"Sure, I guess.. Well, I guess I was always a happy kid. I always wanted to be like "All Might" a character from a stupid hero show, foolish, wasn't it? I wanted to change the world. I even began studying all the people who helped our world and society, I loved helping people. But that changed one day.. my friend burned the notebook with all my studies in it and told me to kill myself. I guess.. seeing someone I really looked up to tell me something like that was kinda triggering? I began to feel worthless an-and.."

Midoriya paused. He searched his brain for the next words to say, but nothing seemed fitting. He glanced towards the razor, still sitting by the sink. He gazed at it, getting lost in his reflection. That razor had started his self loathting. That razor had turned him into the monster he was today. Tears spilled upon his pale face, the tears gliding across his soft freckles.

"Hello? Sir? Are you alright?"

Midoriya's breath hitched.

"No, I'm not alright."

"I'm here to hel-"

Midoriya eruptively hung up.

Why'd I tell a complete stranger that? It's not like he cares in the least. Midoriya thought with distaste.

Little did he know, the man on the other side of the phone was so very worried about him.

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Todoroki stared at the phone in front of him, his hand covering his mouth with his hand. He began to frantically recall the frail boy he had talked to minutes before.He didn't even know the boy but he felt a connection to him, one he couldn't explain.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Todoroki nervously glared at the phone.

Ring. Ring.

"H-hello?"

"Thank god."

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