I haven't seen that damn nerd since yesterday's incident. I can't help but wonder what happened.

"No..." I mutter this under my breath.

"He wouldn't..."

Frantic footsteps can be heard quickly approaching the stairwell, meanwhile Izuku had just sent his mother a chilling message.

Izuku would rummage through his things, pulling out a shiny looking object. An X-acto knife. His phone begins to ring like crazy. He walks over to the railing, peering over it at the 5 story drop. He chucks his phone off the edge. "I'm sorry mom." He mutters. examining the knife, he grips the handle as if he were holding a scalpel. Barely hesitant he drags the tip across the skin on his forearm, creating a long, deep, vertical cut that punctured many vital arteries. He manages a weak smile as he can feel the warm, red blood spread over his arm. he climbs onto the opposite side of the railing, waiting for his eventual fate. Just then the door swings open behind him.