cw: mention of self harm — remember; you’re enough & what a friend told me; you’re perfect, because you’re not.
how they’d react if they discover your self harm scars;
Izuku Midoriya - He finds out by accident. Maybe you forgot to cover up one day or he noticed the way you flinched when he touched your wrist. His breath would catch in his throat, his eyes instantly watering with panic and heartbreak. “W-Why…? Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” He wouldn’t push. He’d just sit with you, eyes shining, gently taking your hand in both of his, terrified to hurt you but more terrified to let you go through this alone. Izuku would do everything to understand, reading every article, watching videos, even talking to Recovery Girl about how to be supportive. He’d cry privately. Not because he’s disappointed, but because he loves you so much it physically hurts. “Even if it’s hard… please, let me be here with you through this. We’ll take it one day at a time, okay?”
Katsuki Bakugo - He’d notice fast. Maybe it’s how you avoid certain touches or flinch during intimacy. When he sees the scars or fresh marks, his entire body stiffens. Not with anger at you, but at himself, at the world for letting it happen. He won’t say anything at first. Just holds your arm with trembling fingers, brushing over the marks like he’s afraid they’ll hurt you again. “You’re not fuckin’ alone,” he finally rasps out with red puffy eyes. “You don’t get to go through this alone. Not while I’m here.” He’ll stay up all night if he has to, making you food, sitting on the floor by the bed, not touching you unless you ask. He’s loud with love, but soft with care. If you relapse he won’t yell. He’ll just pull you into his chest and mutter over and over, “I got you, dumbass. I got you.”
Denki Kaminari - Denki would be confused at first, trying to piece together why your moods seem off lately. But the moment he notices, he goes quiet. He sits next to you, unusually serious, his hand hovering before he asks, “Can I touch you?” When you nod, he hugs you like you’re made of porcelain. “Hey… I know I’m not a therapist or anything, but I’m here. I’ll always be here, okay?” He might cry a little in the bathroom later, but when he’s around you, he’s all warmth. He’d offer distractions (movies, games, cuddles), little check-ins (“How’s your heart today?”) and send you silly memes to make you laugh when he knows you’re having a hard day. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just loves you as you are.
Eijiro Kirishima - Eijiro’s heart would shatter. Not out of judgment, but because he believes in protecting the people he loves and he hadn’t seen this coming. “Babe… I wish I’d noticed sooner,” he says gently, hands cupping your face. “I’m not mad. I just wanna help.” He’d be the rock you lean on. Never condescending, never making you feel like a burden. He’d learn how to talk you through rough patches and he’d start keeping a little list of things that bring you joy. He’d help build routines with you if you want. “Let’s do three things that make us feel strong today, okay?” You never have to hide with him. He’ll kiss every scar and tell you they don’t make you weak, they make you a fighter.
Hitoshi Shinsou - He knows the signs. He’s been through the darkness himself. So when he finds out, he just knows. He doesn’t ask. He just pulls you close and says, “I’ve been there.” With Hitoshi, you never feel pitied. He gets it. He understands the quiet pain. He offers a type of comfort that doesn’t rely on words. Long nights lying on the floor with headphones on. Breathing together. Letting the silence hold both of you. He won’t push you to talk, but if you do, he’ll listen with his whole heart. And when you say you feel broken, he kisses your hands and whispers, “You’re not broken. You’re surviving. For now, that’s enough.”
Hanta Sero - He doesn’t notice right away. Not because he isn’t observant, but because he trusts you to tell him when something’s wrong. When he finds out, his first reaction is disbelief. Then guilt. “Shit… I didn’t know you were hurting like that. I’m so sorry.” He gets very quiet and then very warm. He’ll wrap you up in his arms, rubbing your back slowly. He won’t make jokes, not now. He’s one of the few who can keep things light without making it dismissive. He’ll research therapy options, make coping kits and randomly show up with snacks and fuzzy socks. “You don’t need to fake being okay with me,” he says. “I love you exactly as you are.”
Shouta Aizawa - He finds out one day when you’re changing and he catches sight of something. Maybe a scar, maybe a fresh mark. He doesn’t say anything immediately. Just… pauses. Eyes soft. Later in bed, he speaks low. “I saw them.” You start to explain, but he gently hushes you. “You don’t have to apologize for pain.” Aizawa is calm, steady and never reactive. He’ll suggest resources, ask if you’re safe, offer to attend therapy with you. He’ll never smother you, but he’ll never let you isolate either. He’ll stay up late if you can’t sleep. He’ll cook for you. He’ll help you build coping mechanisms that actually work. “You’re strong, but you don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”
Keigo Takami - Keigo notices instantly. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. The new long sleeves. He brushes your wrist one day and you flinch. That’s all it takes. “…Baby bird,” he murmurs, voice tight. “Tell me what’s hurting.” When you do, he doesn’t try to hide his pain. His wings drop. His eyes shine. “You’re not a burden,” he tells you. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He becomes your shadow after that. Not to control, but to support. Comfort food, silly jokes, warm baths together. He’d plug a feather for you to keep when he can’t be around. Then another smaller one for your purse. “You don’t have to fly on your own anymore. I’ll carry you until you can again.”
Dabi - He’s furious. Not at you. At whoever made you feel this worthless. At whoever gave you this pain. At the world. At himself. “Who the fuck hurt you this bad?” When he finds out you did it to yourself, his voice cracks. “Don’t you know how perfect you are to me?” It’s hard for him. He’s been through hell. He knows that pain intimately. He won’t always have the right words, but he’ll try. He’ll hold your hand and press your palm to his chest. “You see this burnt-up mess? I still get up every day because of you. So don’t you dare give up either.” He’ll be messy, but he’ll stay. Through every relapse, every nightmare. “You’re mine. And I’ll burn down anything that tries to convince you you’re not worth loving.”
Tomura Shigaraki - He freezes. That’s his first reaction. When he sees the marks, something inside him fractures. His voice is quiet. “Why would you… do that to yourself?” But it’s not judgment, it’s grief. Because he’s been there. He pulls you into his lap, hiding his face in your shoulder. “I don’t know how to fix this. But I don’t want you to suffer alone.” He starts learning how to cope with you. You find little routines that work. Gaming together, long silent hugs, journaling. He even lets you paint his nails while venting. “Stay with me,” he whispers sometimes. “Just… stay. I’ll fight your demons if you fight mine.”
