getting better in the worst way ☀ weekly prompt

[arcy]

Being a Tenderfoot alone had brought a lot of responsibility onto Izuku's shoulders, honestly. He wasn't made to be a healer. And he was one 'cause he was scared and he's already caused so much hurt. He just .. wanted to be a hero. He'd wanted to be a hero so bad but what could he do when all he ever did was hurt people more than he helped? Which was really what lead Izuku to the split-second decision to participate in Jacob's Tenderfoot session. But. Butbutbut. He could do it soon. Soon, once Izuku knew all of the general remedies for all of the general injuries and such, it'd be fine. He'd be Frosthealer and he could take a short break and then he could go back to learning how to treat very specific problems. He'd .. be fine eventually. But for now, he's just one scared, overworked kid who probably shouldn't have this much responsibility on his shoulders.
"H -- Hi, Atbash," Izuku says softly, slowly lifting his head from the table. It hurts to move his head, and he only opens his eyes for a moment before squeezing them shut again. Hurt. He, personally, finds it kind of funny that he's that predictable that it probably didn't take her long to find him. Still, Izuku spends a few moments just -- breathing, before he tries to respond. Was he alright? Absolutely not, but it'd be okay. It'd be just fine. He just .. ugh. "Y -- yeah, I'll be okay. I might, u-uh, take a break to make tea, though," He needed to .. do .. something. Eyes, head. Stress, tension. Okay. An eyewash and .. maybe chamoline tea? Or maybe migraine because good god if that's not what Izuku has right now. It takes a minute for him to convince himself to slide off of the chair, though, grimacing as he lands. It's fine. Just fine.

☀ what was i worth