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"Ah." Katsuki Bakugo awoke in a field of flowers, which was pretty unusual for someone who was supposed to be on the battlefield. He sat up slowly, wincing at the pain on his chest. His entire body was aching and itching, like a scab that you keep scratching open. He put his hand on his heart to feel it, and then he put two fingers on his neck when he couldn't feel his heart. "Huh?" Katsuki had mumbled out, feeling his non-existent heart beating hard, but he still couldn't feel his pulse. He winced at a ringing in his ears, and as quick at it came, it mellowed out into its usual low hum.
Katsuki needed to get up, before he could do anything else. He was needed in the battlefield, wherever The Coffin was to where he was. He looked up, watching the clouds move slowly, the sun just on the edge of the horizon, not exactly dipping up or down. It gave the clouds this warm orange-pink, with bits of every combination in between the curves and sky. Katsuki finally looked more at the field, now noticing the rows and rows of chrysanthemum's littered beyond the rows, feeding into each other to share the warmth of life.
A cough brought him out of his confused state, whipping his head around to hear the loud coughs a few aisles over. He now noticed no one else was in the field besides him, so he was pretty surprised to hear someone. He trampled over the beds, crushing the chrysanthemums in his path. He tripped over the edging, face-planting into the next bed. A small laugh was heard, and Katsuki pushed his arms near his shoulders, glancing at the stranger.
"Pink Cheeks" Who he thought was a stranger.
"Ow, your making my side hurt."
"I didn't even touch you!" Katsuki exclaimed, now moving to sit across from Ochaco Uraraka.
"Where are we?" Ochaco said, hand hovering with anticipation over her hip. "And I thought you were supposed to be at The Coffin?"
"I thought you went to fight blood bitch." Katsuki sneered, hand instinctively going over his heart. "What happened to your side? If you die as we try to get back I'm leaving you."
"I was stabbed."
"What? Lemme see." Katsuki said almost silently, almost curious why she wasn't in more pain than she let on.
"What? No." Ochaco covered her side with her hand, coughing hard. After a few coughs, her eyes widened when she looked at her hand. She shakily held it out, and Katsuki's eyes mirrored Ochaco's. Gold liquid was pooling in her fist, dripping down like slurry. "What's on my hand. No, forget that, why was it in my body?"
"I-" Katsuki's eyes darted away, unsure. He squinted his eyes shut, furrowing his brows. "Get it off."
"What? Why do I have to get it off!" Ochaco said, coughing again, bringing up more golden liquid into her hand.
"Cause it's coming out of your body, duh." Katsuki said, standing up, his head pounding.
Ochaco flicked her hand back and forth, wiping the residue on a nearby flower. Their eye's widened again when they saw the chrysanthemum leaned into the liquid, almost blooming at the touch. The two were silent.
"I hated every minute of that."
"Glad to know it was worse first-hand"
Ochaco got up, wiping the dirt from her hero uniform. "So where are we?"
"I don't have an ever loving fuck." Katsuki rolled his eyes.
"You didn't look around? Or anything?"
"Look around yourself, Cheeks! There's nothing. Only rows and rows of these-" Katsuki kicked at the bed of flowers. "Stupid flowers!"
They were silent, Ochaco taking a glace around herself, before she sighed and pressed her fingers together. "I'm going to see if I can float high enough for a vantage point."
"What if your quirk dysfunctions?"
"Did yours?"
"No, just in general. Don't need you floating away, never to be seen again cause you pass out from nausea." Katsuki rolled his eyes, placing one hand on his hip as a challenge.
"I can handle my quirk just fine!" Ochaco retorted, moving her hands into fists as she lowered them to her hips. "Do you not trust me?"
"No." Katsuki immediately said, gaining what seemed to be a small punch to his chest. It felt like an entire truck hit him, as he doubled over in pain, hissing at the sudden weight. "You bitch!"
"I didn't do that on purpose! God you're so self centered! I didn't even hit you that hard!"
Katsuki said nothing, only remembering what exactly happened back on The Coffin.
"Cheeks."
"Hm."
"Whats the last thing you remember before waking up here?"
"Um, I'm not sure. Probably sending Deku off to get back to The Coffin, wh- oh my god."
Katsuki looked at Ochaco again, his eyes already wide at the memories. He followed her eyes toward his chest, and if this was any other situation, he would have made fun of her for it. Near his heart was now giant gash, deep enough to probably see his organs if it wasn't censored by gold. The same gold Ochaco was coughing up.
"I think-" Katsuki cut himself off, a hick-up as he continues. "Nevermind."
"You cannot say never mind after looking like your heart beat out of your chest! God I think I have some bandages in my belt!" Ochaco started rustling through her thick belt, and Katsuki said nothing. "Why did we not notice that before? Were we hit by a quirk? God if its one on All For One's tricks I'm going to kick him in the nuts! Ugh, where is the bandages!"
"Cheeks."
"What kind of sick joke is it to make it seem like someone's dying! And in such a remote area, god its like he wants us to go insane!"
"Cheeks."
"I found them!" Ochaco pulls out a wrap, gauze, and tape, not even pausing as she unravels the gauze to lay on the wound. "Thank god Aizawa-Sensei taught us first aid or else we would be dead by now! Why was the suit designers decide to put the first aid materials behind a complimentary pen?"
"Uraraka."
"God don't get me started on those selfish assholes. Putting me in heels, giant clunky boots. I should be thankful that I didn't get a suit like Momo! God why isn't this staying around you?" Ochaco almost shouts as the wrap fell from Katsuki's chest again. "I swear whoever is playing this sick prank on us, I'm going to kill them!"
"Ochaco."
Katsuki saying her name caught Ochaco off guard, and their eyes met. Ochaco's eyes were almost brimming with tears, Katsuki's unusually calm.
"I'm okay. There's no need to worry, I won't-" Katsuki cut himself off, scrunching his nose as he closed his eyes. He opened them after a second, changing the topic. "We should find out where here is."
"But!"
"No ifs, ands, or buts." Katsuki said, lowering Ochaco's hands, but still holding onto them. He saw Ochaco's eyes narrow and glance down at where his heart would be, and added one clause. "Maybe one and."
"And we need to get you medical attention. And me, but that's besides the point. I can wait longer to figure out what I'm coughing up. You don't have all day to figure out what's pouring out of your chest right now." Ochaco said, now glaring at the wound.
"And-"
"No ifs, ands, or buts." Ochaco mimicked, ripping her hands away from Katsuki's trying one more time to wrap the gauze and tape around the wound.
"Fine."
Katsuki and Ochaco stayed silent, wrapping the gauze around Katsuki's heart with careful precision, just like they had done a few months ago learning how to do wraps. After his heart was wrapped up, and no more gold seeping through the gauze, they stood there in silence. Katsuki ended up looking at the clouds, while Ochaco was glancing around at the flower beds.
After a few minutes, Katsuki spoke up.
"You wanted to use your quirk for a vantage point, right?"
"Yeah," Ochaco met his eyes.
"At least let me hold onto you. We can't afford to split up."
Ochaco nodded, holding her wrist out to the side, releasing a grappling hook. She wrapped up the cord nicely in her hands, handing the end of the hook to Katsuki's one hand and the cord in the other. She pressed her hands together after Katsuki gave her a nod, and she started floating upwards.
"Be safe." Katsuki said before she was out of ear shot.
"I will." Ochaco said, floating away.
Ochaco always felt free in the air, like it was her area of expertise. Others had needed wings, devices, something to bend against the laws of gravity. They needed to work with wind pressure, coding failures, human failures, while Ochaco needed ten fingers and a will to not float into the exosphere.
She glanced around, only seeing more rows and rows of chrysanthemums lined up like some movie. The orange and pink sky almost shone brighter than when she first arrived and noticed the asperitas clouds dancing above her head.
She tried to stare at the sun, but was met only with the same half sundown-sunrise when they first arrived.
Weird, it should have set by now, or seen all of it in the sky.
She stayed in the air for a while, watching as the clouds roam past her, looking faster than before since she was so close. She reached up as they passed through, to be met with heaviness against her hand. Well that was one thing that seemed normal about it. She gave two tugs on her line, while releasing her gravity slowly. As she sunk back to earth, back to everything, back to the weight of the world, she just thought of herself.
And how desperately she wanted to see her classmates again.
Katsuki stayed holding the line as he watched Ochaco climb farther in the air than she ever did at training, holding the rope tighter and tighter the more she went up. He knew she wasn't going to find anything, but it was better to humor her than do anything else. Help her brain catch up to what was happening.
What Katsuki didn't understand is why they were there. Of all places. His thoughts were interrupted by two tugs of the rope, and he started hauling her down, wrapping the rope into giant loops as he saw Ochaco's figure slowly get bigger again.
When Ochaco had two feet on the ground, she touched a small button on her gauntlet, letting the cord rip back into its wrap. They stayed silent, Ochaco biting her lip in thought.
"What did you see?" Katsuki finally asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nothing, I saw a whole load of nothing. Just-" Ochaco kicked at the flower bed to her side. "Flowers, for the world to see."
"Hmm."
They stayed silent.
Katsuki sat down, trying to make himself comfortable. Ochaco stared at him, her eyebrow raised. After a few seconds, she sat down as well, her legs sticking straight out, her boots in the way.
After a few minutes of Katsuki picking at the chrysanthemums, picking a flower at the bud before picking the petals off one by one went by, Ochaco silently watching.
"So the hero suit designers." Katsuki started, picking up another chrysanthemum from the stack, inspecting the pink color. "Your worst enemy?"
"Huh?"
"Your speech. Talked about the suit designers."
"Oh." Ochaco took off her earmuffs, putting them to the side. "I don't really hate them, cause you know." She pauses. "They make our hero suits. But some of the decisions? I don't know, there's rules in place for a reason. They seems to toe the line for the girls."
"Mm." Katsuki said, following suit in taking off his head spikes.
"I mean, your suit looks cool!"
"I always looks cool!" Katsuki shouted, and Ochaco pointed a finger at him.
"Not what I meant! Its a compliment, idiot."
"Don't call me an idiot!" Katsuki hissed out, slapping her hand away.
"Don't slap me!" Ochaco slapped his hand back, and they glared at each other for a second. Ochaco sighed and continued. "What I meant was, your suit and the guys suits, they look cool. But the girls just seem to made to look…" She trailed off, spinning her hand in circles looking for the right word.
"Sexual."
Ochaco's face went red.
"What do you mean by that!" Ochaco gasped out, squinting at the pink chrysanthemum Katsuki had yet to destroy.
"What I mean, is that the beauty standard for hero's and other famous people is skewed. Men are expected to look fine, while women have a million different things they have to account for." Katsuki spun the chrysanthemum, watching the petals blur into each other. "I'm not an idiot, you know."
"I never said you were…" Ochaco whispered, putting her face in her hands.
"I also saw the inside of designing for a while." Katsuki said, eyes still focused on the flower. "My parents were designers. Helped at catwalks, houses, you name it. I tagged along every once in a while. If you go back far enough I think there is a magazine with Deku and I modeling in it."
"Really?" Ochaco asked, putting her hands on the ground behind her, leaning back.
"Don't tell anyone I said that, or I will kill you."
"Heh." Ochaco let out a laugh.
"What I'm saying is, I saw that women are predisposed to becoming objects. People hate to see a powerful women that in their eyes isn't sexual." Katsuki said, tossing the chrysanthemum back into the flower bed.
"Yeah. That makes more sense."
"That sports festival was bullshit by the way." Katsuki said, snapping back to reality.
"Huh? I did my best! Sorry if that wasn't enough of a challenge for his royal highness!" Ochaco sat up straighter, pointing a finger back at Katsuki.
"I meant the heroes! Dipshit!" Katsuki swatted her finger away. "I know you tried your best, as everyone should do! I meant the heroes calling you frail! They were bullshit! They kept trying to call me off, like I was going to just let you win!"
"Oh." Ochaco's eyebrows unfurrowed, taking in what she thought was a compliment. "Thanks. For not going easy on me."
"No problem. Still crushed you like a twig."
"Rude."
"True."
"Still rude."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Ochaco sighed.
"Going back to your original question. I guess sexual would be a good word for it. I mean, I wanted my suit to be kind of loose? Like maybe not my top but my pants? I would kill for pants like yours. And I can't bend my knees in these heels. And they're heels! Who fights in heels!" Ochaco gestured to her shoes.
"Midnight did." Katsuki pointed out.
"Yeah and look where that got her." Ochaco said, clamping a hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she said.
"You did not just say that." Katsuki's eyes went wide, and he threw his head back laughing. "Oh my god! You did not just say that!"
"I'm sorry! It slipped out! It was just a thought!"
"I'm so telling everyone you said that when we-" Katsuki cut off, is laughter dying.
"If you tell people I said that when we get back I'm telling the media how badly you bullied Deku." Ochaco said, oblivious to Katsuki's inner turmoil.
"Yeah." Katsuki said, taking off his shoes.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, if the heels bother you so much, you can go barefoot. But I highly doubt you would want to walk barefoot, so here." Katsuki moved a shoe over to Ochaco, who raised and eyebrow. "We can switch."
"You, wanna wear heels?" Ochaco questioned, taking the one boot from Katsuki's hands.
"Why not. Can't be that hard." Katsuki said, unlacing his other boot to move over. Ochaco followed suit, taking off her gigantic boots.
When Ochaco got Katsuki's boots on, she was surprised at the comfort of them. Her heels did not have this much padding, and maybe she should talk to her designer, maybe a few talks with her designer when she got back.
Katsuki ended up having to stand up to put Ochaco's heels on, holding onto Ochaco's one shoulder to put the second one on.
"Damn these are uncomfortable as fuck."
"Yeah, now walk."
"Huh?" Katsuki whipped his head around at Ochaco, who smiled.
"You said you were a model!"
"Yeah, years ago! I ain't doing no catwalk!" Katsuki screamed, Ochaco holding a hand to her ear.
"Please Bakugo! It would be so funny! There is no one around but us! No camera's, no classmates to make fun of you! Please!" Ochaco pleaded, and Katsuki clenched his eyes shut, almost trying to tune her out.
"No! And that's final!"
Ochaco frowned, and then got an idea. A totally stupid idea.
"Wow, what a misogynist, I have to fight in these, and you won't even walk in them? I bet you just look at girls for their looks, and think they are frail beings." Ochaco taunted. Katsuki glared.
"You, out of everyone, should know that is not me."
"Yeah, I do know that's not you. So strut."
Katsuki groaned, head tilting back slightly.
"I should have just let you rot in these." Katsuki mumbled, starting to walk the aisle. He stumbled slightly in the beginning, but quickly found the rhythm after a while. "You happy?" He asked, turning around to face Ochaco. She was smiling, hands held together over her mouth, ready to burst out laughing any second now.
"Ecstatic!" She ended up saying, wiping a fake tear away from her eye. She grabbed both of their head gear before walking beside Katsuki. She turning him toward the opposite way the sun was facing. "Now we should start walking."
"Huh?" Katsuki got out, eyebrow already raised and feet already hurting.
"Well we have to get back to the battle." Ochaco said, throwing a light punch into the air. "Right?"
"Oh. Right." Katsuki said, walking alongside Ochaco, who smiled.
"So. The weather." Ochaco said after a few minutes, and Katsuki said nothing.
"The sun is pretty!"
"It's a sun."
"Well, yeah, but the sky is just beautiful! All the colors! So pretty!" Ochaco said, pointing to the sky.
"Its a sky." Katsuki rolled his eyes, stumbling slightly again before regaining his balance.
"Man, your boring. The sky can be so pretty! Think of all the sunsets, sunrises, the clouds, its all so beautiful." Ochaco said, both quiet for a moment. "It reminds me how little we all are, you know?"
Katsuki sighed.
"I hate sunrises, and sunsets. I hate the clouds, and the rain."
"How can you hate the rain?" Ochaco asked as Katsuki held up a finger.
"I hate the sun, but I like the moon. I like the stars and the constellations. And not the mediocre stars that you see in the city. I mean the stars you see after hiking up a mountain or looking up in the forest, away from all civilization."
"Hm." Ochaco hummed. "I like the stars too. Sometimes, when I have a hard day, I like to float in the sky, watching the clouds or stars. I have to settle for the mediocre ones though."
"Maybe, you just have to get out there and see the big picture." Katsuki ended up saying after a second.
"You seem to know the spots, would you take me one day?" Ochaco asked, glancing up at Katsuki, who for once didn't have a glare.
"If you're lucky. And if we-" Katsuki cut off, shaking his head slightly before continuing. "When we get back."
"Oh we will get back, no if about it!" Ochaco smiled, linking arms with Katsuki. "No ifs ands or buts! Right?"
"Right."
After a while, they just walked in silence. Their arms still linked, Katsuki's footwork still sloppy. After what felt like 30 minutes, Ochaco started humming. It didn't seem like a song at first, but after a while she started humming songs that Katsuki recognised from other people putting on background music.
"So, what kind of music do you listen to!" Ochaco asked, after her humming stopped.
"None."
"Okay, that has to be a lie. Nobody listens to nothing." Ochaco bluntly stated.
"Fine. I listen to classical mainly. No words, no distractions."
"No distractions?"
"From being number one."
"Is that really all that matters to you? You don't have anything else you care about?"
"I care about a lot of things."
"Name 5," Ochaco untangled their arms to cross hers, and Katsuki stumbled a little too much at the movement and fell down.
"I care about being number one, being the best, beating Deku and all the pros, beating All Might." Katsuki paused, getting up off the ground.
"Okay I'm going to ignore how all four of those were the same thing just said differently and ask about the fifth." Ochaco uncrossed her arms and linked their arms again.
"Tell anyone and I kill you."
"That bad?"
Katsuki sighed, as they began walking again.
"I care about people. Specifically our class, my family, and some of the other loser's families. I don't want them to get hurt more than they have to." Katsuki ended up mumbling out loud enough for Ochaco to hear. She leaned her head on his arm for a moment before speaking.
"Thats very sweet, Bakugo."
"Katsuki."
"Huh?" Ochaco let out a gasp.
"You can call me Katsuki. Makes sense if we are gonna stay here forever."
"I'm Ochaco then, and what do you mean forever? We are gonna get out of here!"
Katsuki stopped and looked at her. Really looked at her.
"You're kidding, right? You really haven't figured it out." Katsuki scoffed. "Gold pouring out of our bodies, fucking chrysanthemum's leaning into the sludge? You got stabbed, Ochaco, you don't think that had major consequences?"
"What are you talking about? This has to be a quirk of some kind, right?"
"Wow, you really don't get it. Listen, pink cheeks, how long have we been here, two hours or so? So why hasn't the sun moved, and why are we what looks to be miles and miles away from our separate, yes separate fights. Why were you stabbed and still walking around like your fine. Why am I walking around fine when I-" Katsuki got cut off by Ochaco.
"You're just kidding! We are fine! We just need to get to someone with a phone and we can call someone! This is just a quirk of some kind!" Ochaco let go of Katsuki, moving her hands with panic. Her eyes were darting around, dodging Katsuki's.
"Then why am I walking around after my heart blowing up!" Katsuki screamed, shutting up Ochaco's hopeful rant.
"Your-" Ochaco started, eyes blown wide, staring at the flower bed to the left of them.
"My heart, yes the same one that had gold pouring out of it, the same gold that's pouring out of your side that you have been too damn busy to notice!" Katsuki was screaming, not that anyone would hear them.
"My side?"
"The same side that you told me yourself that you got stabbed in!" Katsuki waved his hands around, motioning to different things as he yelled. "Wherever this place is, it censors our blood, our organs everything to just-" Katsuki sputtered. "GOLD!"
"No, this can't be happening."
"Ochaco, we're dead."
After a few minutes of panicked breathing, calm whispers, and calming down they eventually sat on the ground again. Katsuki had kicked off the heels in a frenzy, and Ochaco held her knees to her chest, leaning her forehead on her forearms.
"I didn't want to believe it." Katsuki started, sitting cris-cross applesauce right next to her. "At first. I was confused on where we were, but then you punched my heart, and it gave me my last moments. I was fighting Handy, when I let my guard down. My heart couldn't keep up with the amount of sweat I was producing and cut open."
Ochaco let out a sob, and Katsuki continued.
"Then I woke up here. Dazed, confused and bleeding out gold."
Ochaco let out a sniffle before tilting her head toward Katsuki.
"But." She started, her eyes still full of tears. "We're so young! We can't be dead!"
"We are. Trust me." Katsuki put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. "We just have to accept it."
"I'm-" Ochaco cut herself off, letting fresh tears fall. "I didn't even get to say goodbye."
"To who?"
"My parents, my friends. I didn't say goodbye."
"Thats normal in hero work, Ochaco. Heroes sometimes don't get to go home."
"But we aren't fully heroes yet, Baku- Katsuki. We are teenagers who got our life interrupted by some evil group. And no matter how many excuses Deku makes, we shouldn't be in this war." Ochaco said, suddenly finding herself.
"Yes, we shouldn't. We stepped up. But the other heroes? They quit. They hid, they quit, they didn't show up, we did." Katsuki stated, trying to comfort Ochaco.
"I didn't even get to graduate." Ochaco said, turning her head back to her lap.
"Neither did I."
They were silent for a moment, Ochaco eventually getting out of her ball and leaning on Katsuki's shoulder, like they did to support each other when Deku was gone from UA.
"Why are we here, though. Is this heaven?" Ochaco eventually asked, her head not moving.
"If I'm here, its definitely not heaven." Katsuki sneered, and Ochaco cracked a small smile.
"Where do you think we are then? And why is there no one else?" Ochaco asked, moving her head slightly to face Katsuki, who sighed.
"I don't know. Limbo?" Katsuki said, eyebrow raised, looking back at Ochaco.
"Hmm." Ochaco hummed, turning back to the ground.
They sat there for a moment again, taking in the breeze and the sunrise/set, watching the chrysanthemum's sway and the clouds moving.
"What is something you really wanted to do before you died?" Ochaco ended up asking, needing something to make her not bawl her eyes out again.
"Hmm, probably visit different countries. Try food, explore, that sort of thing."
"Mmm. That sounds fun."
"And you?"
"Don't laugh."
"Oh I have all of eternity to laugh at you, don't worry." Katsuki smiled slightly, earning a small smack from Ochaco.
"I wanted to have a wedding. Something that I could celebrate with someone. Nothing huge, but not small either. Maybe a few friends as my bridesmaids, probably Deku as my dude of honor."
"Not at the groom?"
"Nah, I don't like him like that." Ochaco paused. "I thought I did, back when we first moved into the dorms, but I think I just admired him a lot."
"Hmm, tell me more about this wedding of yours. Any other person in mind?"
"No." Ochaco said a little too quickly. "I have dreams about my dress though. A sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder layers. Ballgown, of course. Lace details on the bodice and top of the skirt."
"You've thought about this a lot."
"A little too much, actually."
"What about the actual wedding? The reception?"
"No, I've answered too many of your questions. If you could pick three countries to visit, and no other ones besides Japan, which ones would you pick and why?"
"Really?" Katsuki huffed a laugh. "Hmm. Probably America cause it has multiple cultures wrapped in one, Spain cause of the sun, and maybe Russia."
"Russia? Why?"
"My Mom's half russian. Want to see my heritage. And also it's fucking huge." Katsuki said, motioning to the sky.
"I wonder if we'll turn into ghosts." Ochaco said, her mind staring into the sun.
"If we turn into ghosts I'm haunting the son of a bitch that put me here."
"If we're ghosts we can visit everywhere." Ochaco pointed out. "We can go to all the different countries. See Russia and everything."
"That takes my dream out of the way. How would we do yours? You can't exactly marry a living person." Katsuki questions.
"Well, it's not really the wedding I want." Ochaco says quietly, Katsuki almost not hearing her.
"Than what is it you really want? Your deepest, darkest dream." Katsuki matches her tone and her volume, gaining surprise out of her.
"I want a meaningful dance." Ochaco rushed out, tone still hushed like it was a secret from the world that wasn't listening.
"A dance."
"Yeah." Ochaco sat up and stared at Katsuki. "My parents used to have Sunday resets, where they made time for each other, away from people, away from money, away from everyone. Sometimes they would watch a movie, sometimes cook together. But my favorite moments was when my dad used to dance with my mom, making her laugh and him giggle."
They went silent.
"It's really cheesy, I know. But I want to do that with someone."
"Dance."
"Yeah."
"That's it?"
"What do you mean that's it! It's a sweet moment I want to recreate with someone!" Ochaco shouted as Katsuki got up off the ground, not bothering to put on Ochaco's heels.
He held his hand out to help her up, and Ochaco raised and eyebrow.
"If all you wanna do is dance, we can just do that here."
Ochaco stayed silent for a moment, then grabbed his hands, him pulling her to her feet.
They kept their hands grasped, and Katsuki moved her other hand to his shoulder, grabbing her waist. They swayed a bit, Katsuki now humming instead of Ochaco.
"You know how to dance?" Ochaco questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I am a man of many talents." Katsuki smiled, still humming some tune that he picked up earlier.
They swayed slightly more, and Katsuki took the chance to extend his one arm, twirling Ochaco in her spot. Ochaco gasped quietly and smiled again. She recognized the tune and hummed along, eventually singing it softly. Katsuki took that chance to extend his arm again, this time twirling her into himself, tilting her into a dip. Ochaco stopped singing to laugh, and Katsuki smiled slightly.
They swayed again, Ochaco laughing and Katsuki smiling.
After a few minutes, Katsuki asked something.
"Is your dream fulfilled?"
"Only if we do this every Sunday." Ochaco responded, smiling brightly. She broke away, and they both smiled. "Now I have to follow you to Russia, I guess."
"I guess that means you have to follow me to Russia." Katsuki responded.
They stared at each other, not saying anything.
Then suddenly, a swirl of orange broke them apart, and when it was gone, Katsuki was gone with it.
Then Ochaco remembered something. Toga was transferring her blood to her when Ochaco passed out.
This wasn't limbo before death.
This was limbo before living again.