Warning: Mental Health

Word Count: 2,010

Midoriya Izuku was standing in front of the invention room with his hero costume case because he broke his shoes once again. He is afraid to look at your face, but he needs to face you. Perhaps he isn't ready to face you yet. He was about to turn around to walk away to ask Mei to fix his shoes instead. To only get startled by the sliding door opening to reveal Misaka.

"Oh! Midoriya. What may I help you?" Misaka calmly gave off the customer service voice along with a smile.

Midoriya couldn't speak properly to the only rush through his word which leads it to be a scrambled mess.

Misaka's eye twitches in annoyance. She could never really deal with his random rambles. She looks on both sides of the hallway before grabbing his collar and yanking him inside. Midoriya was about to fall on his face due to the sudden pull into the room. She walks away from him to sit down on her chair to continue working on Kirishima shoulder designs, after testing it would be sustainable enough against Kirishima unbreakable form without shattering into pieces from her previous prototypes.

She is just ignoring his presence until he learns how to speak. She is already irritated by him how Midoriya is not even standing up for (Name), her best friend. His friends are speaking to her best friend with hurtful words that would break anyone down especially under his watch is unacceptable. A screwdriver floats towards her which reminded him of his mother's quirk.

Midoriya gulps down his saliva, sensing tension in the air and looks over to your desk to find it surprisingly neat and cleaned as if it hasn't been touched for a few days. It's an unusual sight to see it so organized compared to the times he has been in here. His eyes wander off to Misaka's side of the room to see her blueprints on the cardboard. He does recall that you did mention that Misaka switched with Hatsume Mei because her room was a lot closer to the inventory room.

The blueprints of her designs and items for Kirishima Eijirou upgraded costume pinned on the cardboard. She has a mannequin that was holding fabric that could be for his lower cape. In front of her were pauldrons blueprints with the design details. Misaka was adding the details on his pauldrons and messing with internal parts that seem to contain wires.

"It's coming out very well, Misaka." Midoriya tries to break the tension in the air, before speaking for the real reason for his trip here. "Could you perhaps fix my shoes?"

Misaka glances over to him and walks over to him to hastily take the case from him to evaluate the damage. She did catch his eyes looking over to your working station earlier.

"She is banned from using this room for fighting one of your fangirls along with damaged property."

Misaka answers without him saying it out loud and takes the black metal shoes off his case to only collapse into different small pieces. Both of them just stare at the floor where the metal pieces collapsed into smaller pieces. "Well then. I could make a replica for you. It might be ready in the late afternoon tomorrow, b-"

Midoriya brims up at the news with a small smile instead of his usual big grins. "Thank you!"

She stops to turn to face him. "But!"

She stares closes the case hastily, before turning her blue eyes back into his green eyes. "Do you know about the rumors going around about (Name)?"

Midoriya was taken back at the question but narrowed his eyebrows. "I only know about the check, but it turns out to be true."

Midoriya unconsciously flinches recalling the rumor was true and all the emotions that he has been pushing down resurface at once. She evacuates his body language and his eyes to see he is telling the truth. He seems to hang on by accepting the fact that your relationship was building on the bride.

"Well, your friends are belittling (name) by telling her. She is a whore to slut because of the rumors going around. They are getting dramatized and getting out of hand. The rumors are getting worse every passing day. Unless you set it straight. It would calm down the rumors." She carefully watches his body language and his eyes.

From the dark lines underneath his eyes and more messy hair than usual. It seems he has been wrecked as well. The evidence is physical that he hasn't been sleeping very well. Midoriya hasn't been able to sleep for the past couple of days due to getting nightmares repeatedly.

But from his expression, he didn't know at all, filled with shock, and a mixture of surprise was written all over his face. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape. Before he closes his mouth before licking them and gulping down his saliva. "I haven't been paying attention of late."

'I have been in mind all day and night,' He thought to himself.

His demons belittling why him and losing destroying himself confidence. The only time he can distract himself is by burying himself in schoolwork and training to quiet down that voice in his head. The other times, he unconsciously is blocking the world around him which makes his friends and classmates worry about him since he has been a less talkative and energetic ball of energy who is an excellent observer and analyzing at hand.

Aizawa asks him to go to the counselor's office today or tomorrow. He knows that Aizawa is worried about him to personally ask him to look for help.

His fingers fidget with the side of his tie as he licks his dry lips to confess."I have mostly been in my world-"

"You have been in your mind. Midoriya. You are being your own worst enemy. Overthinking to thinking the worst possibilities. That's what you usually do." Misaka interrupts him, before walking into your work station.

She opens a drawer to go through it to see your blueprint on what your design to offer to Midoriya. She stares at it for a second before taking it out and reaching underneath the table to pull out brown boxes that contain two metal cases with one of them has a red ribbon. She places the blueprint inside and holds out to him if only he wants to accept.

"[Name] might murder me for giving this to you. Its new equipment that they overworked themselves making sure this gift to you would be on time. But you know.... This would have been a future design blueprint. Just take a look and give those babies a try."

Midoriya didn't know what to say. His throats were dried up but his eyes landed on a red envelope attached to the metal case with red ribbon. It was possible the anniversary gift that she would have given him today. He forgot today was their anniversary before all this happened. They had plans but everything changed. He needed space and time to think. Y/N gave him the space that he asked and respected his decision.

But the curiosity is killing him wanting to know what they are inside those metal cases. He unconsciously reaches over to grab onto the box to find it surprising a little heavy.

"Take them and think would someone go through deep ends to create something so accurate for your liking and safety if they didn't care about you. If you think you don't want to accept it, you can go back and return them to me. I will have your replacements here waiting for you." Misaka light heart comments.

Midoriya looks up from the box to look into her eyes. "Thank you."

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The day before getting emotional after school, surprisingly you had a wonderful time with the loudmouth student from Class A-3, Bakugou Katsuki. He had surprisingly cheered you up with some food and fun time at the arcade. It was memorable and the most fun you had ever experienced in an arcade. The two of you were being competitive trying to beat each other's scores.

You did realize in his way, he was distracting you from what happened the day before.

"Don't let those extras get into your head. The only person you need to approve is yourself." Bakugou advises while pointing at you with his chopsticks.

Your eyes had widened shows bewildered at his words as if he was speaking from experience, once his words sucked in which brought a wide grin on your lips.

"Thank you." Your eyes were starting to shine like before the incident happened with the rumors. Your eyes are a portal to how you feel.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, "You should know this by now. Extra's opinions shouldn't matter."

He knew you were hurting inside while putting on a strong face in front of everyone. But everyone has their limits by putting on that armor to make people intimate from messing with you. He knows it very well.

As he refused for you to pay for the dinner bill to pay him back from playing in the arcade. You know arcades are not cheap but expensive. However, he beat you from paying by taking his credit card before you could.

"Save that money for your mouth-" He exclaims calmly.

"Bakugou, that's a lot of money. Let m-." You tried to reason with him, but he continues to shoot you down.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. Get it through your thick brain!" Bakugou slashing out, clearly getting irritated by you bugging him about paying him back. He clearly refuses to accept your money.

At the end of the day, you were conflicted about how to feel about Bakugou since you saw another side of Bakugou that you haven't seen until now. It's like Kirishima said to you before when you asked for Bakugou help for the gloves that you created for Midoriya.

"He has a good heart, he just roughs around the edges. Give him time, he will get comfortable with you."

You had witnessed what Kirishima was talking about yesterday. Bakugou has a different way of showing he cares. However what caught you off guard when he had walked you back to your dorms like your bodyguard intimidating any students from looking over to you.

You turn around in front of the steps of your dorm to thank him. "Thank you for everything. Bakugou."

Bakugou simply nods, like typical behavior for him. When you were turning around to walk up the stairs. He had grasped your wrist stopping you at your tracks.

"You can call me. Katsuki, only if you want to... Have a nice night." He lets go from your wrist.

You were shocked that Bakugou even suggested it, but knew it's a big deal for him to permit him to call him by his first name. It could mean numerous things, but that is the moment you thought. He trusts you.

Once you had sucked in his words, you only smiled back at him.

"I will be taking up that offer. Good night, Katsuki!"

Unknown to you, Bakugoug Katsuki could feel his heart skip a beat from hearing your voice calling him by his first name. He couldn't explain it, but it makes him feel weird in a way that is not normal for him.

A small smile curls up to his lips while he was walking back to his dorms while recalling what happened that afternoon. He did have a lot of fun playing video games with you in an attempt to distract you from what is happening in school.

He does care about you but is unsure why he is feeling this sort of way ever since the two of you started working together for your project of gloves. He has gotten comfortable with your presence more than he would like to admit.

Perhaps, he has a crush on you....

It can't be..., right?

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