Theme: Angst/songfic

Plot: Ninjara constantly feels like he's failing everyone and pushes himself to work harder, refusing to take care of himself. Eventually, he notices how others are always happy and open about everything, and he completely changes his personality to make everyone else happy, but fails, and ends up... well,  you'll see.

Warnings: light cursing, Suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide, if any of these trigger you, please leave now.

Enjoy!

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It was almost a perfect day for everyone, everyone except Ninjara, he had stayed up all night to work on a project. Everybody had gathered in the ARMS League break room before matches began. Ninjara yawned, resting his head on his hand. He took in how prepared everyone was for the rounds, they all had took time to freshen up that morning, eat a healthy breakfast, and other things, he hadn't done anything to benefit himself at all. "Mornin' Ninjara.", greeted Ribbon girl. "Good morning.", Ninjara said blankly. "You ok?", The pop star asked, worriedly. Ninjara hesitated. "I guess I'm kinda nervous for the upcoming rounds.", He chuckled a lie. "Don't be! You're the league's best fighter out there!",Ribbon Girl smiled. "Heh, thanks.", Ninjara smiled. "Any time!", She smiled back before going to chat with everyone else. 

And Ninjara's faked smile fell. 'Why can't I just be more lively? More happy? More like them?', He thought staring at the table. Then an idea struck him. That's exactly what he needed to do! He began devising a plan. The intercom buzzed on. "All fighters to the Spring Ring, again, all fighters to the Spring Ring, matches will be starting shortly.", A female voice announced, everyone did just that and made their way to the arena. It was Mechanica versus Twintelle, everyone else either trained, talked, or watched from the sidelines, while Ninjara sat by the wall, letting negative thoughts swarm his mind. All of a sudden, Spring man sat beside him. "Huh-? Oh hey Springy.", Greeted Ninjara. "Hi Ninjara, whatcha doing?", He asked curiously. "Nothing, just thinking.", Ninjara shrugged. "Oh, you too?", Spring man asked. "Wha- What do you mean?",Ninjara said.

"Y'know, everything's just been gettin' to me lately."

"Mhm. I see."

"So, what's up? I can tell something's on your mind."

"I.. don't really want to talk about it here, maybe later."

"M'kay, so, what've you been doing lately?"

"Nothing, School stuff."

"Really? You haven't been practicing at all?"

"Nope."

"Dude! The Grand Prix is in a week! You need to get in the game or you'll probably get Knocked out in two seconds!", Spring Man exclaimed. "It's fine, I have more important things to deal with.", Ninjara sighed, going to sit on the bleachers and study in peace. The longer Ninjara studied, the quicker time passed, then his name was called. "Next fighters are Ninjara and Lola Pop!", A voice announced, and Ninjara's focus was broken, quickly, he bookmarked his page and ran to the ring. The match began and Lola Pop threw the first punch, a quick left hook, thankfully, Ninjara was able to avoid the swing and grab Lola Pop and deplete her health with a swift blow. 

Rounds passed and Lola pop still ended up winning! "Well granted, she is an amazing fighter...", Ninjara muttered. "But you could've tried harder, you could've won.", He told himself. He went back to studying and sooner than he knew it, matches were over, and everyone was preparing to go home. Ninjara collected his things and began walking home, street lights provided illumination on the sidewalk. 'You'll never be good enough.' 'You're going to fail everyone.' 'Nobody likes you.' 'It's not like anyone will remember you if you died.' , thoughts circled Ninjara's mind, soon enough tears began slipping down his face, hiccups filling the air. When he reached his small apartment, Ninjara unlocked the door, went inside, threw his books on the couch, and ran to his room. Forcing open a drawer, empty bottles of anti-depressants rolled around, but what he was really looking for was a noose, one he had made so long ago. And it sat right there, in the middle of the drawer. He hung up the noose, standing on a chair. He stood there. Holding a letter lightly, before letting it flutter to the ground. 

Putting his neck through the rope, Ninjara's breath wavered. Until, there was a familiar knocking at his door. "I-It's open!", Ninjara shouted on instinct. Shit. Why did he have to say that?! He heard the door open, and Spring Man walking into the apartment. "Hey, Ninjara? You ok?", The bluenette called. He didn't respond. "Ninjara?", again, he didn't say anything. Then, Spring Man knocked at the bedroom door. "Ninjara, are you in here?", concern showed in his voice. Ninjara didn't respond. "Ninjara if you don't open this door I'll kick it down!", Spring Man said. He knocked again. And again, until, Spring Man kicked down the door. "NINJARA!", He yelled. Rushing to the male. "Get down from there!", Spring Man cried, tears streaming like a waterfall. "No.", Ninjara refused. "Please...", Spring man quivered, still receiving a no from Ninjara. "I swear to god if you kill yourself so will I!", Spring Man blurted. Slowly but surely, Ninjara stepped down from the chair. "Why?", Spring Man asked, pulling Ninjara into a hug. Silence filled the room.

"I..", Ninjara couldn't explain anything, crying having made his throat sore, then more tears began flooding down his face, sobbing into Spring Man's shoulder. "... shh.. shh... everything's going to be ok..", he cooed, rubbing circles into Ninjara's back. Finally, his sobs died down into quiet hiccups. Ninjara shakily hugged back, breathing deeply. "I can't e-explain it in the right way...",His voice wavered. "Ok, just... next time you ever think about committing suicide, remember everyone loves you, but I love you the most.", Spring Man sighed, his cheeks flushed a shade of red. "Y-you love me..?", Ninjara asked, looking up, his face a light pink. "Y-yes... with all my heart...", Spring man murmured. "So do I.", Ninjara pecked Spring Man on the lips. 

The next day, Ninjara and Spring Man walked into the break room holding hands. "Holy crap.", Mechanica began. "The ship is real.", She fangirled about it the rest of the day.