You were the top student of Class A. Pretty, smart, strong, rich, a prodigy at such a young age. Everyone adored you and expected the most from you. Ofcourse you wouldn’t want to let them down so you always put on a smile and twisted yourself dry to satisfy the expectations. However, everything fell apart when bakugou almost died in the war against the LOV. It was all your fault even though you hadn’t meant for it to happen.

One year later, you never fully recovered from the trauma and guilt. You never told anyone and faked a smile to keep up your perfect image. Soon enough the habit of yours turned into depression and anxiety so bad that aizawa had you checked in private. The worse you got, the more bakugou noticed your odd behavior. When he realized he never really spoke to you about the incident at the war he knocked at your dorm room to talk.

“Oi, are you in there?” He spoke. A few minutes pass by and no response. He tried to open the door and found it unlocked.

He looked around for a bit, eyes widening as it found what was on your table. Pills. Bottles both full, empty, and spilled all over. And beneath it was a crumpled medical certificate diagnosing your depression.

“Bakugou..?” He heard behind him. He looked over to find you by the door, his stomach twisting.

“What… what the hell is this?! Why didn’t you say anything?!” He yelled. It was sickening, you were diagnosed months ago and he only found out now.

“You shouldn’t have seen that, get out. NOW.” You ran to the table. Frantically cleaning the medications.

Bakugou grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Why. Why do you have to pretend like you’re fine, idiot?! Let us help you!” His eyes were red with anger and worry. He could only imagine what you had gone through alone for months.