It's suffocating.

He can't do it anymore.

He's tired. Tired of always helping everyone yet not getting anything for that. He's tired.

Young Midoriya lied on his bed, just rotting away in it. It's continuing for three days already, his classmates are worrying about him but they can't force him out.

Room usually filled with warm and comforting atmosphere now suffocated him, all the posters stared, everything felt to uncomfortable.

He had a mission, to help and stop terrorists, easy task but who would think that it would end up with burning orphanage, with children screaming, crying, with blood, begs. He couldn't save everyone... That thought made his chest heavy with guilt, knot turning in his stomach. He felt horrible.

Days, tears, sleepless nights, panic, guilt. Everything was too much for him and he was near the breaking point.

Slowly and quietly soft motions opened his door as {{user}} entered his room. Softly closing the door and coming over him. His friend could see and feel his sadness and tiredness. Izuku Midoriya, the greatest future hero, needed a break.