hey um I'm sorry for not writing a while. School has been rough. Enjoy!
Izuku walked away over to the room he stayed in before. When Aizawa was sure Izuku was asleep he walked over to the cabinet he kept locked. Grabbing a key from his pocket, opening the cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of liquor. And a glass. He never drinks, he knows what could happen if he ever got too friendly with the bottle as his father did all those years ago. Setting them down on the counter and grabbing some ice and placing it in his glass. Pouring the liquid serotonin into his glass, each milliliter encasing the feelings of joy he once held so close to him. He hated this weakness he felt.
Placing the liquor back into his cabinet and slowly placing the glass to his lips. Giving in to the temptress. Feeling her slowly encase his entire being feeling at ease in her grasp. Her whispers were intoxicating. As she reminds of the feeling of bliss she gives him. Grabbing the bottle again, once his glass has run empty. Soon forgetting about the glass, placing the bottle to his lips and tilting his head back, realizing how he drank the whole bottle.
"Damn it. I drank the whole bottle. Fuck me, I'll just go buy another. "Aizawa breathes out, standing up and slowly walking over to Izukus' room, Checking on him, seeing him sound asleep he closes the door lightly. Making his way over to the door. Reaching to his car keys.
"No that's not a good idea." He said walking out of his apartment and over to the convenience store nearby. Hearing the quiet ring of the bell, walking over to the alcohol section. Grabbing 2 bottles. One of rum. The other a whiskey. He liked strong liquors. They were his only love. Since that her. Walking up to the register placing his bottles there and the clerk asking for his ID. Giving the clerk his ID and paying for his drinks. Walking back over to the apartment. And sitting his liquor on his counter. Putting the rum up into the cabinet.
Opening the whiskey and taking a swig. The buzz he originally had left after he had walked it off. Feeling his head go dizzy he felt like it was finally time to go to bed. Closing the bottle and placing it back into the cabinet. Locking it and slowly changing into a pair of gym shorts. Glancing into the mirror. Tracing the lines of scars he had. Remembering her touch along them. And remember how she would hold his hands along his waist. Run her fingers through his hair. He hated everything that brought her to him. He hated how in the end it was also her demise.
Sakura Amano(A/N made her up)
She was a villain at birth. And till she was 20. Till they met. As an early hero, Aizawa encountered her. She was strong. Manipulation was her quirk. It was great for any career. She was strong too. They fought for hours. In the end, she was left on the floor. Begging for mercy. She understood what she did was wrong. But if she was set free, she'd be killed. She understood the risk of asking for mercy. The risk of death that it was death. But she was tired of the life she was living. Begging for her life. Wishing for him to help her.
He saw the look in her eyes. Seeing the pain in her eyes. Knowing what could happen if she was put into that place. Helping her up. And talking her to his apartment. They talked. And laughed. finding out the many similarities they had. He understood how she came to be how she was. But seeing the hero in her in those times was crazy. He hid her for 3 years. Then one day, Aizawa was fighting, he was struggling and the heroes were losing. All Might was over in America for a bit, so the villains took the chance. Sakura saw how close they were to losing. She didn't want them to lose. she was hoping that maybe they can win. She couldn't take it in the end. Running down and going to help. In the end, they won. No one was hurt too bad. But her
That day still haunts Shota to this day. 7 years later he can't forget her. Feeling some tears slide down his face. He turned away from the mirror. Walking over to his bed. Sitting with small creaks of his bed. Glancing at his clock, seeing its 2 am.
"It's late. I need to sleep." laying down and pulling the covers over him. Trying to sleep. Her image had haunted his dreams, knowing what he had done to her, at least what he thought he had. the guilt was a weight he wore on his shoulders for years. Knowing that there was nothing he could do to have ever saved her. He awoke, three hours later.
"Five am huh, I wonder if Izuku is still asleep." He mumbled to himself, getting up and walking over to Izukus room. Slowly opening the door, seeing him sleeping quietly. Aizawa went over to the medicine cabinet and had got some pain meds. For the horrible hangover he was having.
"Maybe I shouldn't have drunk a whole bottle of alcohol." He said not realizing that Izuku had quietly snuck up behind him.
"You did what?" Izuku said with a worried tone.
"I didn't know you were up"
"I just woke up after you opened the door."
"I was stressed, don't worry. So now that your mind is cleared what was up with you last night kid?" Aizawa said turning around to grab a glass of water.
"I was stressed too"
"Guess we have something in common for yesterday then"
"I guess" There was a silence. A painful one.
"Izuku" Aizawa said. Walking over to Izuku.
"Yes?"
"What the hell has been up with you? You were doing so well, I didn't even know you smoked"
"There's a lot more about me you may not know, just cause you know the whole depression situation doesn't mean you know me. That's the only reason you even care about me. If it were anyone else, you would've turned the other way. I know you would've. Right? Because I'm a fucking hazard to myself, right?" He said turning to face Aizawa.
"No, if it were any other student I would do the same. You're all special to me." Aizawa said, putting his hand on Izukus' shoulder.
"Sure you fucking would've. You don't act like this with any of the other kids. It's fucking obvious. You can't mess with my head like. You know my weaknesses and you think that's a reason I should trust you. You don't fucking know me. Honestly, I don't even fucking know myself." he spat, pulling away from Aizawa's grasp. Inching to his room.
"I don't know why you're saying all of this"
"BECAUSE ITS FUCKING TRUE!"
"No, it's not."
"Alright. Tell me what you fucking know about me."
"I know you like alright, you've always idolized him. You-"
"Everyone knows that. That's not me though."
"Alright then who are you then?"
"I, I um, I don't know. Nothing really makes sense right now. It feels fake. What I'm doing doesn't feel like me. If that's even how I act. No, I'm going, I'm going to go clear my head." He said rushing to his room to grab his bag.
"No, you're not leaving." Aizawa said blocking the doorway.
"Listen if you think you blocking the door is going to stop me from leaving you're stupid."Izuku said. Pulling the window open. And stepping out.
"Izuku don't you dare."
"Too late." Jumping out. And somehow landing on his feet at the bottom. Aizawa starting running to his car. But looking around he couldn't see or hear him. No one was near.
"Fuck" Aizawa got in his car and raced to UA. Knowing that he could track Izuku better there. Running through the halls into Nezus office.
"Nezu we need to find Izuku. I need access to the tracking room" He said panting.
"Why do we need to find him?"
"He didn't feel okay. He was messed up last night, and he ran from me this morning, the was he was talking felt like he was going to do something."
"Okay. Heres the keys. Find him. Quick" Nezu said. Throwing the keys to him
"Thank you, I will" Running out of the halls. He spent hours looking for any signs of him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to find him. It didn't make sense. He couldn't just disappear.
"Shota. You need to go to your class. It's about to start." Hizashi said as he peeped his head through the door.
"I cant. I need to find him."
"What if he's in class?" Aizawa stopped for a minute. Sighing, he stood up and began walking over to his class
"He's not going to be there. I know he won't be" he mumbled to himself. As he walked into class they began to quiet down.
"Hey, Aizawa sensei." Kirishima said
"Yes?"
"Wheres Izuku? Shouldn't he be here?" Kirishima said. Stopping Aizawa for a moment
"Don't know." He said.
"Hey Bakugo, weren't you with him yesterday?" Kirishima said looking over to Katsuki
"Yea I was. We got gelato, but he needed to buy something before he got home so I went home before him. It's weird he's not here. He rarely misses school." Aizawa stood by. A wave of anxiety rushed over him.
"Oh, he just texted me." Uraraka said
"Me too." Said some others.
"Group chat?" Asked Jirou.
"I guess" Said Kaminari. Aizawa grabbed his phone after feeling it buzz. Reading the message all the blood felt like it had just left his body.
I'm sorry
Those two words brought dread to him
I can't do this. I know I seemed like I was doing so well. I don't feel like me anymore. I didn't want to disappoint anyone. But I can't do this anymore. It's too late. But please. Don't mourn. Just move on.
Everyone seemed like they'd just seen Satan himself. Aizawa had no idea where he was.
"Fuck" Bakugo mumbled to himself. As tears slowly streamed from his eyes.
"What?"
"I wish i never said that"
"What?" The class questioned.
"I don't know if he texted you all this. But he said ' I'm taking your advice. Except I hope i don't come back at all' " Bakugo said. As he started to shake.
"Do you know where he is?" Aizawa said
"Our middle school. The roof." Aizawa ran out of the room. Along with many other students. They made it there. But too late. There he was. On the floor.
Dead
Aizawa fell to his knees at the sight. Bakugo walked towards Izukus body. Falling to his side. Pulling Izuku up.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have ever said anything" he whispered. Feeling the cold blood on his hands. The broken bones. Knowing that there was nothing he could do. The noise of sirens slowly came close. As the EMT's came to Izuku and Bakugo, they fell dead silent at the sight.
Days later the funeral, the sobs of his mother. All might comforting her, tears on his own face. All of his classmates there. Katsuki sat at the side of his grave. Sitting there. In pain. Knowing all he should've done is shut up.
Silence
That's all there was after a few hours. Aizawa hadn't gone to the funeral. He couldn't bear to see his mother. So he went later. He sat down by his grave.
"Why" He choked out.
That's the only question anyone asked for a while.
Just because they seem to be better. Check on them. Because recovery is painful. Don't make them feel ashamed for their mistakes. Make sure they know you're there for them, no matter what. And that you won't judge them. You'll just help them. That's the least you can do.
Please check up on your friend who may be recovering from this. Ask them how they're doing honestly. Because it's the silence that kills us. So please go check up on them.
I was going to end this happily. But I realized not all stories end happily ever after. In many cases, they end with pain. Though this physically hurt to write, its the truth. Though they may not show they need your help. They could. Even after years. It's still hard. So please. Go give your friend a call. Tell them you're there for them.
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