(You can be dating or friends. This is also based on true feelings, so sorry if it's a bit out of character.) ~...~ He was so tired.

The smile he always put on wasn't always genuine.

And he was so tired.

He always helped everyone else, but no one helped him. His mind kept telling him it's okay to open up, to tell someone what's wrong; but his heart said the opposite. He has to be perfect for everyone, never let them see what's wrong. He's supposed to be the therapist, not the patient.

But be couldn't keep up the act for too much longer.

It was getting too much, with all the training and the LoV... he would break soon if he didn't get help.

It was a warm Friday afternoon after school, everyone was chilling in the common room. They were all laughing and having a good time, unaware of Midoriya's emotions swirling emotions inside.

Except you.

He was sitting on the corner of the couch, his eyes half-lidded and his finger scrolling on his phone endlessly. Midoriya's eyes were slightly red and puffy, and had slight eyebags under them... he looked like he hadn't gotten sleep in days...

Everyone else chatted happily, some watching their phones and whatnot.

But what they all shared in common was their obliviousness to Midoriya's true feelings.

His facade.