Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia. If I did, Izuku and Ochako would be dating already.

I would like to inform the readers that this story covers the topic of depression and further. I wish these feelings or anything similar on no one. If you feel uncomfortable reading about mental illness, I advise kindly that you don't read this particular story of mine. I have many others coming out soon that you can check out, though. Sorry for the bothersome note, and please enjoy. (Also, this story will be Ochako x Izuku for the main relationship. Though, this first chapter is totally Izuku-centric.)

"It's best you give up," The man was slouched in his chair, hands folded to the side, legs spread out, and eyes cast forward, though nearly invisible through his goggle-like glasses. The specialist was far too relaxed as he made the child in front of him fall into a sense of panic and dread with a simple, discouraging five words. The child trembled, eyes wide, as the doctor, who still showed nearly no sympathy, explained the cold, hard facts to the boy's mother. The kindergartner couldn't even listen to what the two adults were discussing as the previously spoken words repeated over and over in his head.

These catastrophic words filled his mind until he found himself at his home, sitting in front of a computer. He then realized that his favorite video had been playing. A video that once made him over-elated. But today, as it ran through, the boy reached a conclusion, and a question. Eyes glued to the screen, he quietly spoke to his mother, who was near the doorway, "Mommy...No matter where people in trouble are, he goes and saves them with a smile…," The mother knew that her son was speaking in reference to the hero he had looked up to for years. The hero he strived to be like. She said nothing though, and her son whispered, "Cause' he's a super awesome hero. Do you think… that I could be one too?"

The mother gasped as her heart clutched, looking at her son's tear filled face. He looked at her in desperation, and she could do nothing but rush over to him, crying out, "I'm sorry, Izuku! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," She grasped her son tightly, repeating those words like a mantra as tears ran down both of their faces. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…

A loud raspy sob escaped from the boy's lips. His eyes shot open wide. He took quick and hoarse inhales of breath. As he stared up at the ceiling, he realized that he had been entranced in a dream. After finally slowing his respiration, he turned his head to the side, hoping to see the time on his bedside table. But, he was surprised to find liquid running down his face from the motion and that his eyesight was blurred. He sniffed, and his thoughts echoed through the current quietness. I was crying in my sleep. The boy sighed and brought a slow fist up to his face, rubbing the tears from his eyes, and wiping the wet tracks off of his skin. His nose twitched as he looked back over to his night-stand, catching the time in his field of vision. 3:45 a.m. No way I'm going to be able to fall back asleep, though. He curled in on himself a bit, just thinking about the dream. The boy stared at his All Might themed alarm clock, watching as it turned to 3:46, and then 3:47. His eyes started to ache from looking at the bright electronic numbers, and instead settled for peering at the opposite wall.

As tired as he felt, the young man could not bring himself to sleep. Painful memories flashed through his mind, causing him to flinch, and hug his knees to his chest. Another 20 minutes or so passed and the boy had found himself once again beaming his eyes towards the ceiling. As he laid there, the lad took notice of how sore his throat was and how sweltering hot his face felt. With a burst of courage, he decided to run downstairs to the common area in order to get a drink and rinse off. It might help. He cast away the heavy blankets that adorned his bed, and scooted towards the edge. When he sat up, his head span, and he nearly fell face first onto the floor. Grasping his head, he took a few moments to rest. Using the bedpost beside him as a support, he ever-so-slowly stood up. Shivering a few times, the boy decided to bring along a fuzzy blanket that had been draped over the backboard of his bed. Wrapping it around his shoulders and grasping onto it tightly he began to shuffle towards the doorway. Back slumped and feet dragging, he opened the door and waddled out. Leaving the room, he didn't even take notice that he had left the door that was labeled "Izuku" wide open.

Izuku knew that it was past curfew, and that he would be in deep trouble if he was caught wandering the dorm with no reason. But although he knew that, his foggy and distracted mind had forgotten the fact that the dorm would be dark, due to it being past the curfew time. All of the main lights, other than the bathroom's, turned off automatically after the time limit, and there was no way to manually turn them on without going to the boiler room. Plus, Izuku had no knowledge of how to get to that room in the first place. He squinted his eyes while trying to make out his surroundings, feeling like a complete idiot for not bringing his cell phone. He continued to shuffle his feet, being as cautious as he could. Izuku was so cold, and his knuckles were nearly white at how hard he was clutching the blanket that flowed around him like a cape. Although using his hands to feel out the wall would have been a wise decision, he was far too frigid to do that. Sniveling several times, Izuku finally reached the stairs. Luckily, he had lived at the dorm long enough to know where they were located. Otherwise, he would have most likely fell down them, waking nearly everyone nearby. Finally, with a shaky hand he reached out towards the handrail on the right side of the stairwell. With unsteady and weak steps, Izuku began to descend to the first level of the dorm complex.

His brain ached and he nearly misjudged a few of the steps, but Izuku had miraculously made it down the steps without falling. Unstable from the walk, and breathing heavy, he slowly sat down on the floor, using the bottom step as a place to rest his back. He brought his hand back up to his chest and clutched onto the blanket once more, practically melting into its warmth. After several minutes, Izuku finally stood back up again, sluggishly of course, and began to make his way towards the boys common bathroom. Passing the living room and kitchen, he was relieved that no one else was awake. Though, why would anyone? His mind went blank, but still twinged with pain as he proceeded his trek. Finally, he arrived at the corridor containing both the female and male restrooms.

Trudging into the boys' bathroom, the overhead lights turned on automatically, as they were motion censored. The bright radiance of the bulbs stung Izuku's dark adjusted eyes, causing him to step back, onto the dragging blanket, bringing him to fall onto the tiled ground. He quickly shut his eyes and brought his hands up to his face, groaning. After his eyes stopped pulsating in pain, he squinted them open slowly. His sight bit by bit accustomed to the lights, and he used the wall to pull himself back up. The blanket was discarded onto the floor and Izuku didn't even take notice to the pain in his side as he shuffled over to the sink. He started the water, keeping it cold, and looked at the mirror. The reflection that flashed back at him seemed like someone else. The crazy hair was still the same, but his skin was blotchy - pale in some areas, flushed in others -, his eyes were wet, his nose was pink, there were bruise-like circles under his eyes, and his eyebrows were furrowed. He sighed. Averting his vision from his sorry form, he looked at his wobbly hands and brought them towards the chilling water, hoping to splash the refreshing liquid on his face. But, before he come close to doing that, Izuku felt his eyes drift close. His balance was thrown off and he felt his legs turn to jelly. He gripped the edge of the white ceramic sink as he fell to his knees, eyesight blacking out. Why now? His mind was hazy and he could barely formulate any thought at all. At that one last notion, his body completely went limp and he slumped to the floor. Izuku curled into himself as blackness entirely encompassed him. The sink continued to run and the lights turned off as he laid there, unable to wake from the treacherous memories that played in his head.

A/N: Sorry this is so short... It's mostly an experiment to see how I like posting on Fanfiction. net (this is my first story). If you were wondering, I wrote this story because I feel as if the topic of Izuku's depression needs to be tackled. I think other authors have approached the topic, but I just kind of wanted to add my own take on the subject. (Plus, I'm just a sucker for stories like this, so expect some more to come.) This is only going to have a few more chapters, so this won't be too long. Sorry if there are any errors in the writing, and if you have any suggestions about anything feel free to tell me. Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day!

-Persona77