(after event chill out lil mingle) let's understand it

[nullificates]

(cw depression)

(he hasn't exactly been doing great - much to the opposite. he spent the week in bed, he hasn't taken care of himself whatsoever, and he's exhausted. either way, it hardly matters how he feels, does it ever?

so. let's go. a text message arrives to everyone's charms and tablets, and it reads:)

this is, you guessed it, osamu dazai. it's been a week since that stupid maze, so here is what we have:

1. i need copious amounts of alcohol and food. i'll bring some to the beach in 30, i suggest we all do the same.
2. i'd like to hear what your experiences were. it's important for data building - we have a few detectives in this place, some smartpants, and some go-getters. we need to take advantage of our only resource, which is ourselves. meet me at the beach, or send me anonymously. i don't care about your shit per se.

see you, or don't see you.

many words that mean absolutely nothing here,
dazai.

(to those that come to the beach, they'll see several cocktail possibilities laid in front of dazai, as well as a good number of the food they serve in lupin - mixed nuts, pistachio, cheese tables, chocolate, dried figs, potato chips, chicken snacks, boiled sausage, asparagus with sauces, and dried fruit. a bonfire warms his hands in the chilly breeze of the night - this feels awfully needed.)

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[orphne]

[She shakes the plate a little more insistently. Take it! It's a good distraction from questions you don't wanna answer, bud. Really, for as much as Dazai's been giving her lessons, maybe she should also be offering lessons of her own.

Still, she doesn't believe him, and her knowing smile implies as much. He sounds exactly like her, except with less forced cheer than she usually tries to project. Maybe that's what makes it so easy to spot as she locks eyes with him without losing her own smile.]

I didn't ask if it was alright. I asked if you wanted to talk about it. [She wiggles the plate again, almost as if she's trying to bribe him, but her expression softens into something a little more understanding.] Nobody has to shoulder all of this stuff alone. Some really smart friends of mine told me that.

[heroondecku]

[Oh. He withdraws into himself a little at the sudden deja vu. That's the kind of thing his friends told him when they came to bring him back to UA. Is...is this really the same kind of situation? He's not putting anyone in danger, he isn't putting himself at risk, no one is going to get hurt if he focuses on taking care of other people right now. He'll be fine.

Would his classmates still agree with Shiomi, if they were here?

What facade he'd been able to maintain crumbles at the thought. Of course they would. Iida and Todoroki had practically said as much, once. He feels like an awful friend, to everyone back home and to Shiomi right now; he keeps doing his best not to worry anyone and makes them concerned about him anyway.]

I... [He stops, unsure.] ...I don't know.

[Does he want to talk? Does he not? He just wants to help people, so that's what he's been giving his focus. What he might want from others never crossed his mind. Why would it? He's not the one who matters right now.

...right...?]

[orphne]

[Yosuke, Yu, Scott, Akira, Astralin, Sigma, Ken... they'd all helped her, maybe more than they know. Maybe it's her turn to try to push a little. It's not her style to interrogate, or demand answers, but she's always been able to try to guide a conversation. Maybe that's what Izuku needs right now.

But she takes his hand and puts the plate in it. Shaking it at him hadn't been enough, this is yours, now.]

It doesn't have to be with me. But... it helps to talk to somebody about what happened. It's hard, but it helps.

[heroondecku]

[He doesn't resist getting handed the plate, though it's hard to say if he's fully aware that it happened. Getting too caught up inside his own head. He doesn't drop it, at the very least.

The things Shiomi is saying...they make sense. They sound like things he could hear his friends say, or Hound Dog-sensei, or his mother. Izuku knows, in his heart, that she's right. But sometimes bad habits are the hardest to shake, especially when they've been cultivated for his entire life.]

Everybody just went through something awful. I should be helping them, not... [...being a burden. A liability.

He has to be the best hero he can possibly be right now. He has to. He can't afford to not be good enough at the only thing in his life he's ever wanted to do.

(He's never been very good at remembering that even heroes need to cry sometimes)]

[orphne]

[Deku's just like Akira, isn't he? Like her, except maybe worse. She tilts her head and gives him a bit of a smile, taking piece of food off the plate she'd just handed him and popping it into her mouth.]

Hey, doesn't it help you when people tell you about their problems? [she asks, mostly rhetorically, because she doesn't wait for him to answer before continuing like a bulldozer,] 'Cause I know that I like helping people. And you went through something awful too, didn't you?

[heroondecku]

Th-that's different, I--

I--

[He swallows, practically chocking on his own words, suddenly deeply unsure what's actually the right thing to say. He's being pulled between two completely opposed lines of thought. He wants to believe so badly that it's okay to ask for help, that he deserves it just as much as anyone. It's so hard not to believe that he doesn't deserve it, that wanting it makes him bad somehow, that he's stealing help away from people who actually matter.

He doesn't want to be a burden. He doesn't want to break his promise to his classmates. He wants to power through this with a smile. He wants to cry until he feels better. He wants to hide someplace where he won't bother anyone. He wants to help everyone. He's so, so tired.]

...I don't want to feel like this anymore...