Topic: Suicide AU. (It's my calling-)

Characters: Tetsutetsu, Mina, Kendo, Iida, and Deku.

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  As Iida stared at the blood pouring from his young classmate, he couldn't help but drop to the floor, shouting for someone to call the ambulance.

  Iida thought about why this has happened. Why the boy decided to take his life away... After all, he was always so cheerful...

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  The day before. . .

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  Deku ran over to the park, looking back to see if he lost the other, but no luck.

  The speedster was too fast to outrun, even without the help of the others quirk.

  "I guess you win, Iida-Kun!" He grinned as he flopped onto the wooden bench that sat on the side of the concrete pathway.

  "As I always do." Iida responded, sitting next to him. "I have a question, Midoriya..."

  Deku looked over at Iida, only to see Iida look away from him.

  "Yeah?"

  "Why did you lock yourself in your room for two days..?"

  Midoriya looked away, tensing up slightly at the sudden question.

  "Oh..." All went silent afterwards.

  Iida looked back at the shorter male for a few seconds before the silence was broken.

  The green haired boy began to laugh quite a lot. It wasn't the "nervous," "cheerful," or "masked," laugher. It was kind of... Worriedly psychotic..? If that's how you would describe it, that is.

  "You know I can't lie to you, Iida-Kun, huh?" The male looked up to see the confused, yet somehow adorable male.

  He took a slight breathe, before starting with his answer.

  "I kept getting random death threats from a few 1-B students. Specifically Kendo and Tetsutetsu. It's been happening quite often now... Since two months ago, if my timeline is correct. However, last week....." A few years grew in his eyes, which shocked the other seeing as Midoriya hadn't cried in what felt like a year, whenever it was only three weeks.

  "They got more violent... They keep calling me the traitor. No reason. No explanation. No proof. Nothing. They just think... I am. I didn't let that effect me. Not like they wanted it to. They told me hang myself..... That maybe that will help prove justice..."

  Iida's eyes lit up with rage. The same rage that fueled him with his Stain problem.

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  Present day. . .

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  Iida was in his room with Mina. He had retreated to his room, shortly after the professionals arrived.

  Mina tagged along because no one else would. The DekuSquad was with majority of the class, in the common room, while the BakuSquad were comforting Bakugo in his room.

  Iida was sitting next to his bed as Mina sat beside him. She held the boy in a hug, quietly speaking to him, trying to stop him from blaming himself like he had been doing for the past hour.

  Whenever Iida stopped talking, Mina released from their hug and looked at the boy.

  "Iida... Midoriya said that if the L.O.V. did something to him or something were to ever happened... That I'd have to tell you something..."

  Iida looked up at her, his vision blurry, and his glasses wet. She pulled out a nearly folded piece of paper. Mina gave him a small, sad, grin, before standing.

  "I'll give you some time." She reached for the doorknob, and quietly left. Most likely going to Bakugo's dorm.

  Iida hesitantly opened the letter and read it. Once he finished, he grinned slightly and nodded...

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  The letter:

  Dear Iida-Kun,

  At the time that I'm writing this, I'm going through a rough time, and seeing as this was given to you, it means that I am no longer around...

  I wish to apologize, alongside of explaining a few things.

  I want to apologize for keeping you in the dark. I just didn't want you to worry your pretty little head about it.

  Did I really just say that? That must've been cringy to read, huh? I guess that's just who I am.

  I was reliving a lot of trauma at home, which only Kacchan knows about. If you wish to know about it, just ask him. Hopefully, Mina-San has given him the letter I made for him.

  I wish I could help you through this, however, all I can do is watch from this point forward.

  I hope my death doesn't harm you too much, and that you will still be yourself.

  The class representative, with OCD, you. The adorable, and caring, you. The eager, and intelligent, you.

  The you that I love...

  Can you promise me something..? Can you be positive, at least the best you can? Also... Can you help Kacchan? He may have been a bad friend towards me, but he's still my brother... Blood related, or not.

  I wish you the best of luck...

- Izuku Midoriya,
A.K.A. Deku.