Mha x child reader (Under Editing!)

Class 1-A x depressed!teen!reader

Scars tell stories (p.2)

(Same warnings as last time)

You left the room without saying a word. Uraraka was shocked. She didnt know or well she didnt expect you to burst out like that. The other students were the ones that sent her to talk to you. They thought that maybe you could talk to her. That's why she went. You were walking down the long corridor and you surprisingly left the school without anyone saying anything. You walked down the sidewalk, not paying attention to where you were going. You were too busy thinking about life and worry. "I dont know. She just walked out after she said all of that." Uraraka says. The others look at each other, concerned for your well being. All Might, Aizawa, Mic, Nezu and Midnight were all there, including class 1-A. "Do you know where she went? O-or where she would most likely go if she's feeling a certain type of way?" Midnight asks. The entire class shook their heads. "We don't know much about her since she never sits with us." Mina says. "Ok, I want you guys to go look for her. Split into groups of 2 or 3. Check around the school's perimeter. If she's not there, I'll get in contact with some other heroes, so that they could be on the lookout for her." Nezu says. So, the entire class split into groups and went looking for you. As, for the teachers, they went separately around the inside of the school to look for you. After a(n) hour of searching they all regrouped in the lounge. "She's nowhere around the school." Sero says. "She's not inside the school either. We triple-checked." All might says. "Alright." Nezu sighs. "I'll go call some other heroes to keep lookout for her. While they keep a lookout, you guys are going to go split up into groups again and you are going to search aswell. With a pro hero." He says. Everyone nods as they go to split up. (Over to you.) You're currently sitting on a rooftop, just listening to the sounds to keep yourself distracted. You sigh. 'Would they care though?' You thought. Your scars weren't only given by your quirk and due to you cutting. Your parents also had a part of it. They'd you know beat you and whip you, so those would also leave scars. You've been thinking....a lot about throwing yourself off a bridge or something like that. But, no matter how many times you would stand on the edge of a building or roof, you could never, ever bring yourself off the edge. Because deep down, there was a tiny tiny light in you. A fire that was still alive. A part of you that was still sane, that was still untouched by anxiety and depression. But, in times where your anxiety would flare up, whether it be for any reason or even no reason at all, that fire would be distinguished for a amount of time. But, recently your anxiety has been up and down. It was the amount of stress that also took a toll on your health. The stress and fear about the attack on USJ, or about Bakugo and getting kidnapped, or even just the damn work and schedule that you had, it definately took a very large toll on you. You were drained, running on fumes and at any given moment, with or without the fire, you were ready to free yourself from the world. You looked down at the cars driving way down below you. Your depressing thoughts halted when you hear screams of a child. You immediately turn around and you see a man wearing all black and a little boy that was no older than 8. "Oi kid get lost!" The man exclaims. You looked at the fearful child and your blood ran cold. He reminded you of your younger self. You trembled, your anxiety increasing at the thought. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, but nothing worked. You shook your head a few times before going into a fighting stance. "Heh think you're tough kid?!" The man exlcaims. He throws the boy on the ground. He yelps in pain as he curls into a ball. The man lunges towards you, punching you in the face, knocking you back. Punches were thrown back and forth as the both of you fought. The man reapetedly hit you in the face, leaving you with a busted lip and a broken jaw. 'Tap..Tap..Tap..Tap..Tap..Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Ta-" You were being beaten. You couldn't anymore. You're body gave up on you. 'Sh*t!!! Damn it!!! I need to help the kid!!! He doesn't derserve it!! Noone desersves this!!' You thought. 'No one except you. Heh, you deserve this. I mean, you'd die and let your parents rest in peace. Maybe you should give up on the kid. His parents would be better without him and yours without you.' That was depression. He tends to talk to you in moments like these. 'No this kid needs me. I'm going to give him something I never had, and that is a hero.' As you thought that you punched the man in the face knocking him out. You used your power quirk as you jumped in the air. You strengthened your upper body muscles and punched the man half to death. When you finish beating the man, you wipe the blood that was oozing out of your mouth and nose with the back of your hand. You limp towards the trembling child. "It's ok now buddy. I've got you. Noone's gonna hurt you anymore." You say softly. 'Man if only you heard those words when you were younger. Who knows, you might've been happier now. But, all you are is a piece of sh*t, not deserving of any love.' Depression once again strikes, and this time he rubbed salt in the deep wound. Tears filled your eyes as you looked at the bloodied boy in your arms. He was in pain, like you. He was abused by others, like you. He felt scared, like you. This kid was you. You fell to your knees. Your body exherted itself. You were now at your most broken point. You couldn't take it anymore. Your feelings bursted. They blew up. The tears that were just unshed, fell like rain. The boy looked up at you and hugged you. You heard his breathing pattern. He was dying. The only person who would understand you was dying. "It's ok. I'll be ok. After all, I'll get to see my momma and papa again." He says. Your eyes widened. "I'm Christian." He says, coughing up some blood. You tried getting up, you didn't want this kid to die. "Don't. Your body is going to go into a coma if you move. You've done enough. Thank you." Christian says weakly. He coughs up blood again and he smiles weakly. "I'm (Y/N)." You say. After a short pause the boy goes over to you and hugs you. "Do you have anyone that you want me to say hi to?" "No thank you though buddy." "Well, I'll tell my parents that you saved me. That you didnt let me die in that evil man's hands. And I *cough* lo-love y-you. I'll ne-ver for-get you." And with that, Christian died in your arms. The only person that loved you is gone. Tears spilled from your eyes as you sobbed. It's all too much for you. Your anxiety, depression and stress came and put you in their choke hold. They all began to put out that fire. They collected your tears and threw it onto the fire. When it went out, you screamed in pain. You screamed in agony, guilt, fear all of it was just heard in your screams. You were suffering, but this time not so silently. All Might heard the screams and told Kirishima, Deku and Iida, (the students who were with him) to go and follow the cries of agony. Aizawa also heard the screams and told Uraraka, Mina and Sero, (who were with him) to go find whoever's screaming like that. Both parties rushed towards you. You couldn't take it. The fire was no longer lit and you no longer wanted to be here. So you stood up and limped to the edge. Tears filled your eyes. You closed them. 'I'll see them soon. They'll be fine without me.' You thought. You then leaned forward, and due to your body being exhausted it didnt hesitate. You fell off the building. When both parties arrived, they were in awe. "What the hell happened?" Aizawa asks. Uraraka gasps. "Mr. A-aizawa the kid is d-dead." She says fearfully. Sero looked over and saw bloody footprints leading towards the edge. He goes and follows it and sees a figure plummeting to the ground. He goes and uses his quirk to catch the person. [TimeSkip] You woke up in a white room. "Ah (Y/N) you're awake!" Recovery girl says. You groan. "That was quite a hit you took there." "I-I.......I'm sorry." You mumble. "In not the person you should be sorry to." She says. And as if on que Aizawa walks in, hands stuffed in his pocket, worry laced on his usually stoic features. "Is she awake yet?" He asks his voice filled with worry.  All she does is point at you. He looks over at you and walks towards you. You avert your gaze from him, not being able to bear the guilt. "I'll leave the both of you." Recovery Girl says, leaving the room.  Aizawa sits on your bed and just stares. You can feel his gaze on you. It was nerve-racking. "M-Mr. Aizawa I'm sor-" He hugged you. Mr. Aizawa, the most stoic teacher you had, hugged you. "No, I'm sorry. I didnt do anything when I noticed you were down. It's not your fault." He says. The tears came down once more. You gripped his shirt and buried your face in his collarbone. You sobbed and sobbed. He rubbed your back comfortingly. The both of you dont know when but the next thing you both know is that the both of you are in a hug. A very big one. The entire class, excluding Mineta, was hugging you. "Young (L/N) your scars tell us your story." All might says. "It tells us that you've been through alot, (Y/N)." Kirishima continues. "But, never forget we're here. Ribbit." "And, we love you." Aizawa finishes. "Thank you." You say, hugging your teacher. Probably for the first time in your life, you smiled a real smile. And yeah, your scars did tell one hell of a story. But, even though your scars told a sad one, you had one of your own about the people that saved you. Your heroes.

A/n: IM NOT DEADDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!! *crickets chirping* Um alright then....anywho I wanted to say one last time to please get help if you or someone you know is battling depression/anxiety. Never forget that you have people that love you. Whether it be your friends or parents or brother, whoever it may be, they love you and I love you. Have a plus ultra day/night!!!