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“Is this Izuku Bakugo?”
“Yes….?”
”I’m so sorry…But your husband died in surgery. It was a villain attack.”
He held the phone, silent as he digested the information.
”Kacchan’s….dead? My kacchan?”
”It was a surprise attack,” she told him,”No one could have seen it coming. We’re sorry for your loss, but we need you to come and identify the body.”
He could vaguely hear the voice, “Villain attack…surprise…”
As soon as the hospital hung up, with him promising to come in some time soon to check the body, as he dropped down, down, until his knees hit the floor with a thump, screaming until he couldn’t breathe, tears pouring down his face as he gasped for air. He’d stayed like that, until he heard the faint sound of his friends, who had come over to hang out, opening the door and rushing to help him.
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It had been three weeks since the #2 hero, his husband, had died. Izuku rarely left thei- his room, and on the rare occasions he did it was usually only to vomit.
His friends dropped by to check up on him, but he just didn’t have the energy to talk to them.
He didn’t eat often, and when he did it was when his friend had forced him to. Hell, they even had to drag him to the hospital once.
Uraraka had come by, along with Ida. They didn’t say it, but he could tell that they were worried about him. Not that it mattered, they wouldn’t be able to understand. They couldn’t understand. Not his pain, nor his grief.
Even his teacher, Aizawa-sensei, had come by. Along with his husband, who turned out to be Mic-sensei. He’d had a bet with Kacchan about that, not that it mattered anymore.
Every time he went downstairs, he was thrown into some random memory of them eating, or walking in to see kacchan cooking.
He had moved out of their old room, with him not being able to look at the other side with bursting into tears.
After he had heard of his death,he had called Nezu to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to reach, and that he still had to arrange his funeral..
Aizawa-sensei had even brought the letters that his students had given him.
He had looked up as Aizawa-sensei or, Shouta, dropped a few in his desk.
“They’re worried for you,” He had said, reaching his arm out to open his curtains.
”Leave it.” Izuku had replied, grabbing his former teachers wrist.” I don’t like the light.”
Shouta hesitated, but left it alone, instead picking up the photo of Kacchan he had in his desk.
“Just…promise to call us.”
Izuku nodded, his head still turned away as he heard Shouta leave.
He stared at a hole in the ceiling, one of many that his…
“IZUKU!”
His head snapped up just in time to see the villain punch through the wall.
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“Deku! DEKU!”
”Quick! Call the ambulance!”
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”Kacchan?”
Izuku whispered, his voice strained as he stared at his husband with disbelief,
“Hey, nerd.”