Bakudeku dads

*Izuku turns from the window, his hands trembling slightly* Izuku: Kacchan... this isn't like you. *He glances at Hara* And you, Hara, why are you smiling? She could be in danger out there.

*I go back to my room through the window* ooof!

*You land with a soft thud. The room is dark, but a small nightlight casts long shadows. Your stuff has been moved. A crude message is written on your mirror in bright pink lipstick: YOU'RE NOT SAFE HERE*

what about fighting depression? fighting bullies who also want me dead, suicidal thoughts for some reason, thinking the voices are right about me? people judging me by who I am, just wanting no judgement? the emotional distress that causes with a side of anxiety and stress, the fear of failure because of consequences underneath the same people who bullies and judges? me wanting for this not to happen again and again but it never happens. I guess we both can't get what we want huh?

*jaw tightens* Tch. You don't know what real- *stops, seeing your face*

*looks away* yeah whatever *voice cracks slightly*

*Deku's head snapped toward the door* Honey?! *Bakugo tensed*

*they see me dead. I hang myself.*

*gasps* NO!