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Random hero’s POV
Though I knew I had to, I did not want to tell the number two hero, Shoto, that his boyfriend, the number one hero Deku, had died in the mission that was supposed to be short and safe. But the villain we intended to catch had brought friends. (A/N already crying a little). Apparently the mission was so unimportant that Deku hadn’t even said a bigger goodbye than a wave to Shoto before leaving their shared agency.
My hands were shaking. The rest of Deku and Tododroki sidekicks and I were riding back to our building in the agency’s bus. Most were crying. Some, like me, were still so in shock that they could do nothing but sit and tremble. The number one hero had been the only one to die. I think the villains drew us out to kill him. They had all gotten away. So his death was for nothing.
I couldn’t do anything. I don’t have a quirk. I was trapped and couldn’t escape, physical training couldn’t do much about a quirk-made prison. All I could do was watch my idol and friend die.
The least I can do is to tell Todoroki how honourably the love of his life died.
Todoroki’s POV (A/N crying again)
I looked up from my paperwork at the clock. Midoriya should be getting back with the sidekicks soon. Good. I have a surprise for him. A week long vacation to visit All Might in his retirement. The tickets to I-Island are in my back pocket. I look back to the support item registrations I was signing.
The ding of the agency elevator alerted me. I stood up, reaching into my pocket, smiling. Our team of sidekicks walked in, looking weary. They must be tired, small mission as it was. I scanned the crew, looking for Izuku. I couldn’t see him. He must be downstairs, filing a mission report with our secretary, his mother, Inko. That usually takes only a few moments.
The elevator opened again. He’s back.
Except it isn’t my Izuku.
The sidekick that walked in was crying.
Panic swelled in my chest, bubbling in my throat. A sinking feeling rushed in my stomach.
“Where’s Izuku?” I asked calmly.
No answer.
“Where is Izuku?!” I demanded, frantic.
“He… He didn’t make it back.”
No. No. NO. No no no no no. NO.
A guttural cry issued itself from my throat. The tickets I was going to surprise him with fluttered from my hand. I fell to my knees, sobbing.
“I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!”
They avoided my eyes.
“I should have been there.” My voice broke.
My burn scar stings a little as the tears roll down my face. The scar is an injury that will never completely heal. So is this. I can’t go on without him, my Izuku, my sunshine.
He can’t be gone.
Can he?