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It felt like a chase, a cop chasing the culprit who was the cause of a brutal case and had just been caught.
He kept running, and running, and continued to run after the green-haired boy who he’d always thought was below him. Bakugo chased Izuku through the halls and to the school roof, panting and slipping on the school's floors. His hands were sweaty and clothes stuck to his body.
He almost felt out of breath. In fact, he fucking was.
He was going to fucking kill Deku for taking his advice! Yeah, he told him to. But.. nevermind that right now!
“Deku! Get back here!” he yelled, still running. “If you keep running, I'll kill you! You hear me?!”
He sounded desperate, very desperate. He really didn’t understand how it all got to this point. “Deku wait!" he shouted. but to no avail.
Izuku kept running ahead of him. somewhere in the back of his head he's surprised by how fast he's gotten, but that's all fogged up by all of the thoughts rushing through his head.
It felt like they were running for hours, and honestly, they probably have. Izuku stopped running once he reached the roof. sweat dripping down his head to his chin. his green hair stuck to his forehead as if it were glued to it.
“Deku!” the blonde stood behind him. “Get away from the edge.” he demanded, his voice hoarse.
Izuku turned to him, looking at the appearance of his exhausted best friend. He feels bad, but he’s only doing what he was told to.
“Isn't this what you wanted Kacchan, for me to end myself? to take a swan dive off of the roof?!" Izuku yelled back at him.
Bakugo just stared at the boy in front of him. They were both sweaty and exhausted. “What about becoming a hero?! Isn’t that what you wanted?!”
Izuku sadly chuckles, “isn’t that what you didn’t want me to do? To become a hero?” he said, slowly walking backwards.
“Why change your mind now, Kacchan?”
Bakugou panicked, stammering. “I–” he tried, but nothing came out. And he couldn’t handle the sad smile on Deku’s face.
“You don’t have to explain, Kacchan. I know you hate me–” “NO!”
Izuku was cut off, shocked but listened to what he had to say. “That was a mistake. I never meant any of it!" Bakugo was near tears. “I..”
Fuck, he was never going to live this down.
“I’d always thought you were useless, after we found out you were quirkless. When we were younger, even with a quirk I felt like I had to act better than anyone else just to feel validated.
Even now, and I couldn’t stand the fact that even without a quirk. That you believed you were capable of anything, that I was capable of anything. Everything you did, you did it with a smile on your face. And I couldn’t accept the fact that someone like you could be so fucking nice to an asshole like me!”
Bakugou remembers all the times he hit Deku, acted better than him, bullied him, anything really. Then, he’d regret it later. But his ego was too fragile, so he was incapable of showing regret publicly, even the smallest amount.
He remembers the time he was caught crying by him, he just pushed Izuku away. He’d been unconsciously drowning narcissism and self loath that he could never realize how wrong he was.
How he had pushed the weakness and hatred he felt on himself onto someone who’d probably risk his own life if he were to ever be in danger.
He was too sensitive to admit his own feelings, the last time he tried. He’d been called weak, by his own mother. All his dad could do would comfort him as he cried but neither of them ever spoke about that vulnerable moment again.
“Kacchan..”
“I was too afraid to–” he cut himself off, still too weak to admit his own weakness. “I never meant what I said!”
He’s crying now, he realizes. But he’s too tired to care.
“I never understand why I do or say the things I do. I just crave attention and can’t stop myself from making stupid decisions just because I wanted to be liked in some way.”
Izuku didn’t say anything. His expression was slightly blank with only widened eyes.
The green-haired boy chuckled, also starting to cry. “Maybe if I go, you’ll get better.”
His crimson eyes widened, “no..”
He took a step back, smiled back at him and said.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan…
It’s better this way..”
Katsuki screamed, running to him. “IZUKU!”
He’d been watching, watching as his blonde haired best friend explained his reasoning for bullying him.
Why he had even harmed him in the first place.
It’s because of him, isn’t it?
This is all his fault, right?
Maybe if he leaves, Kacchan will be happy!
Yeah, happy..
Izuku chuckled,
“I’m sorry, Kacchan…
It’s better this way..”
He fell back and let his body tumble to the hard concrete ground, the last thing he heard was kacchan calling him by his name.
Now, he realizes. Was leaving the right choice?
It was too late now.
As he was currently being welcomed into the cold embrace of death.
I’m so sorry, mom.
Kacchan.
I love you.
“IZUKU!”
Bakugo yelled out to him. but all he heard was the god-forbidden noise of his body hitting the floor.
There had been a loud crunching noise and he’d flinched at it. When he looked down, he saw the dark red ichor make a puddle around a cold resting body. His head snapped, no chance of surviving.
He sank to his knees, putting his hands to his blood red eyes and sat there. In shock and deep in overwhelming emotions.
Sobbing until the sun set and his mom came searching for him.
After that, he didn’t leave his room. Not until the green boy's funeral, after his speech had finished he had excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Little did they know that’d never come out, for he had never even entered.
In fact, he laid deceased underneath a bridge with a note and his shoes by the rail. Drowning in a puddle of his own crimson liquids.
He felt pathetic, but now.
He lied there with a pathetic sad genuine smile on his face.
Being welcomed into the cold waiting arms of death itself.