When you were little, all you wanted to do was become a hero. You never would've guessed that once you finally got that opportunity, you were more interested in dying.

You had been stockpiling medication for a while now. And last night was the night you decided to use them. You got out your letters- the ones you had written in preparation for this- and placed them on you desk. You sent a few texts to people- it was an ungodly hour of the day, so no one would be up or there to answer. Then, you got your water and say down on your bed with your meds.

The rest went just about as expected.

Except... it didn't work. You woke up in the hospital the next day with a fuzzy mind. Your stomach had been pumped and Recovery Girl had been called in- that combined had saved you. Aizawa informed you that Iida had been the one to find you on one of his early-morning dorm patrols. No one was allowed in to see you- judging by your mental state, Aizawa decided to give you just a bit longer before facing your peers.

You stayed at the hospital for the rest of the day so they could do continuous checkups and also at your request. Then in the evening, Aizawa was back to pick you up and take you back to the dorms.

You were now standing in front of the big dormitory doors. You could go in or stay outside a little longer- choice is yours. Aizawa watched you patiently, allowing you the space and time you needed.