#i tried to draw kacchan too but i just couldn't get it right sorry this is all you will get

[nuppu-nuppu]

angel izuku

[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[yandere-daydreams]

Can I request Deku having a s/o who LOVED art and drawing but since captured they couldn't but they find a pencil one day and just start drawing away because Deku was away for a long time on a mission?

An Obsessive having to deal with the fact that their Darling doesn’t feel the same way… is there any better situation?

Despite all of Izuku’s renovations, cutesy decorations, and fumbled attempts to make his basement feel a little more homey, you were still trapped in a cellar. But, you are alright with that, for once. When you finally managed to pick a slit of cement off of the cold, hard floor, you were almost glad he hadn’t chosen to keep you somewhere more cozy.

It was a short-sighted, stupid plan. There wouldn’t be a way to reverse the thin lines you chiseled into the wallpaper Izuku had so lovingly put up, and you couldn’t hide something so obvious. But, it’d been months since you were allowed to hold something you could draw with. Needless to say, you were desperate. All you wanted to do was put down something permanent, if only to prove to yourself that you still could. 

And you did. You coved the walls with the faces of your old friends, with the Heroes you used to hope would save you, with every tool and household object you’d missed. It felt good, right. And when Izuku didn’t come back the next day (he’d been invited to some Hero thing, obviously giving you enough food and water to last until he came back), you just continued your work, not stopping until you ran out of surfaces to draw on. By the time Izuku returned, silently slipping into your bed and not even bothering to turn on the lights, you nearly forgot you had a captor.

Surprisingly, he didn’t wake you up the next morning, forcing you to stomach the shock that came with seeing Izuku sitting next to you, blankly staring at the closest wall. With a sigh, you rested your hand on the small of his back, cringing when you saw what he was staring at. It was a simplistic landscape, only showing a few details of your old bedroom. At the time, you’d wished you remembered more. Now you just hoped you hadn’t remember enough.

Izuku seemed to notice your discomfort, his gaze not wavering as he let out a slow, heartbreaking chuckle. “You’re so talented…” He mumbled, his tone gentle. You almost felt bad for him, but pity never got you anywhere. Instead, you just stayed silent, watching him glance over his shoulder to face you. “You miss your old life, don’t you? You can be honest, love. I won’t get mad.”

You swallowed back your anxiety, trying not to pull back as you leaned into him. “I missed drawing. You never gave me anything to work with, so it all just… built up.”

If he heard you, he didn’t show it, violently gesturing towards the walls. “And you didn’t even consider me when you thought of your little art project, did you? Kacchan is up there, fucking Kacchan, but apparently, I’m not important enough to be a part of your hobbies.”

“I’m sorry!” It was the only thing you could think of to say, even if you wanted to call him delusional, irrational, crazy. You repeated it as he turned around, grabbing your had and stopping you from crawling away. He didn’t look angry, but Izuku never did. That tight, wide smile was plastered across his face, only making this worse. “I can draw you! If you’d just give me a pencil, or-”

Without warning, his grip tightened. You heard the fracture before you felt it, a sharp crack resounding through your arm, quickly followed by a precise, crushing pain. You tried to pull your hand back, but Izuku just grabbed your palm, clenching down and forcing a strangled sob though your lips. You couldn’t tell what was broken, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was the pain. It throbbed and burned and stung, the sensations mixing together into a cutting numbness. By the time Izuku moved to your other hand, your vision was already blurry, tears clouding everything in your line of sight.

Surprisingly, Izuku didn’t move to find bandages or a split. He didn’t pull you close, or comfort you, or do anything to numb the pain. Eventually, you forced yourself to open your eyes, holding the injuries as close to your chest as you could. Izuku was crying, too. His face was in his hands, silent despite the tears visibly running over his cheeks. Again, pity bubbled up through the haze, but you couldn’t act on it. All you could do was stare, listening to Izuku’s muffled sobs and wondering if you could move your fingers.

“This is better…” He whispered, finally looking at you. You expected him to be frowning, or glaring, or at least showing a single sign of sympathy. But, a soft, delicate smile graced his features, the tears drying up as he pulled you into his chest. “It was stupid of he to assume you’d ever be able to forget without my help. I can do everything for you, and you’ll finally love me. This is so, so much better.”

[i-kaiwen]

why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't we (I wonder why)

BNHA Angst Week 2019 @bnha-angst-week​ Day 1: Betrayal // Apologies

Pairing: BakuDeku

Link to Ao3 WC: 2,631 | Chapters: 1/1 [Complete, but with a sequel story coming out tomorrow]

Everyone just kept apologizing. Why did they keep saying that word? Sorry. Why were they sorry? He wasn't gone. He couldn't be gone.

He promised.

'Gulping in air, he tried to pull in oxygen. He felt like he was choking. Like there wasn't enough air in the world to sustain his lungs. Like the ground beneath his feet was going to swallow him whole, bringing him closer to the heavy void already building within his head. “He promised he wouldn't leave me!”'

It was total chaos.

Fires were burning, people were screaming, buildings were still toppling down.

Heroes were everywhere.

Heroes were nowhere to be found.

It hadn't been a villain that had created the havoc that overwhelmed the city. A villain they could predict to a certain point; figure out their moves and try to get out of dodge before a more serious injury occurred. It had been something completely unexpected. Something the Heroes couldn't stop with their quirks.

A magnitude 8.0 earthquake.

Some people, those with useful quirks and abilities, were able to keep themselves and those around them safe - whether they had braced against the forceful nature of the natural disaster or simply escaped the collapsing buildings entirely. Others weren’t so lucky, though, still trapped within the crumbling cement and shattered glass.

The rest...

Izuku didn’t have time to think about the rest at that exact moment. He needed to focus on those still alive and getting them to safety.

“Uravity, you alright over there?” Izuku called out as he came around to another area of destruction, pausing briefly to wipe his sweaty brow and catch his breath. Not far from where he had taken a moment to recuperate, the floating hero lifted large chunks of fallen debris high into the air, attempting to help civilians out of the wreckage. The rain had started falling, leaving a cold chill in the air as the rubble became slippery to touch, allowing only those with certain abilities to handle moving it such as Uraraka.

“Yeah, I'm okay!” She grunted, her face pale as she forced her quirk past her limits. She was clearly reaching a breaking point, hands shaking as she continued, but she refused to give up. She relaxed slightly as the last of the survivors made it out of the current building they had been working on, touching her fingers together gently before taking a moment to sit and breathe.. “What about you? I heard through the earpiece that part of the building landed on you! Where's Ground Zero?”

Thumbing back towards the building behind him, he wavered slightly, even as an exhausted grin covered his face. “Yeah, I’m fine! I think my head took most of the damage,” he said with a tired chuckle, pushing his damp curls from his forehead. “I think a metal pipe may have grazed me, but -”

“Heroes in and around Building C, please give your current location.” Their comms went off, Iida interrupting him mid-sentence as the two listened intently.

Kacchan was in Building C.

Looking towards Uraraka, he nodded as she glanced at him before responding for the both of them. “Deku and I are about fifty meters away. Looks like Todoroki is nearby as well…”

“Ground Zero and I are on our way back down towards the bottom floor.” Kirishima sounded winded as he made his presence in the conversation known. “Last of the civilians were evacuated safely a few minutes ago.”

Izuku heard Kacchan scoff from his end, snorting himself as he listened to his partner jump in. “Yeah, no thanks to you, Hair-For-Brains. You nearly dropped the ball on that one dumbass.”

“Bro, really? You had to bring that up right now?”

“Guys, can we please focus?” Iida cut back in. Izuku could almost hear him adjust his glasses in frustration at the banter between his associates and had to refrain from snickering. “How long before you reach your destination? The frame is showing to be unstable and we are concerned that it will not stand much longer.”

“It shouldn’t take too much more time - we’re close to the second floor, I think.”

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief, happy to hear that they were almost out and that he would be able to see his fiancé soon. It didn’t matter that they were both top tier Pro-Heroes or that they had both become accomplished in what they strived to do for a career. After too many close calls that year from both of them, he always felt better when Kacchan was within his sight.

Much to Kacchan’s annoyance.

Static began to crinkle in his ear, causing him to flinch as Kacchan’s voice came over the speaker briefly. “Shit -”

“Uh, that’s not good…”

“What’s going on?” Iida questioned, the hair rising on Izuku’s arms as he heard the tone of his voice, a slow shaking spreading among the rubble. Was it another earthquake?

Reaching up to click on the microphone, Izuku tried to ignore the feeling of the ground shuddering beneath him as he jumped in, feet already starting towards the structure. “Kacchan, what’s wrong? I’m on my way to you right now -”

“Deku, stay the fuck back, you hear me? This place isn’t stable and I don’t need you here to get underfoot. It’s bad enough I have to deal with Stupid Hair -”

He was cut off as Kirishima screams echoed over the earpiece. “Bakugou, look out -”

Silence rang over the comms for a hot moment before a rumbling sound arose from the building the two heroes were currently trying to escape from.

And then...

The building suddenly collapsed.

Eyes wide, Izuku could do nothing but watch in horror as the structure of metal quickly fell into itself, almost as if a vacuum was sucking all the air out from within.

Trapping Kacchan and Kirishima inside...

No.

Izuku froze for just a brief moment, hands reaching out as if he could make the clock stop ticking for a moment. Just as he started putting one foot in front of the other, getting ready to bolt, he was stopped. Firm arms wrapped around each of his arms and crossing over his shoulders to hold him in place. He tried to break free, shoving against his captors. He could feel the cool metal of Iida's armour on his left side  - where the hell did he even come from? - and the warmth of Todoroki on his right. “Let me go!”

“Deku, we can't -”

“I need to get to Kacchan!”

“You must stay calm -”

“KACCHAN!” Izuku cried out, still trying to make a break out of the grip both Iida and Todoroki had on his arms, struggling even as the tears fell and blurred his vision. If he really thought about it, took a second to focus, he could break free. He could use just a small percentage of One For All and he’d be able to be right there. But at that moment, his ever-thinking brain couldn’t even draw up an ounce of his power to escape. “Kacchan, no! Let me go!”

“Deku, stop!” Something about the tone of Todoroki's voice made him hesitate in his struggles. There… was regret. An almost sadness to his tone. Something that Izuku never thought he would hear coming from the dual-quirk user in regards to Kacchan. “I’m sorry, Midoriya, but… there’s no way -”

He suddenly went limp in their arms, wheezing from exertion as he felt Uraraka come up next to the trio. He heard her softly mumble to the two currently holding him back, telling them to let him go even as the tears glistened in her own eyes. They did as she asked and slowly withdrew their arms, allowing him to stumble a few feet away from their grasp, shaking legs barely standing. Uraraka stayed next to them, allowing Izuku to get try and get a hold of himself on his own before speaking to him gently. “Deku. We need to - we need to go. You need to get checked out and... We can’t stay here.”

Izuku was appalled at her suggestion. Leave? There was no way in hell that he was leaving. “B-but… Kacchan. We have to go get him. He could be hurt - he could be dying!”

She sniffled, reaching up to wipe her eyes as she clearly forced herself to stay strong for her friend. “Deku… I-I don’t think… I’m so sorry. The entirely building, it fell. They didn’t - they didn’t have enough time to get out -”

“No! It’s not… it’s not true. It can’t be true! We finally - we finally got things straightened out. We f-finally got together!” A high sort of keening noise left his throat involuntarily, eyes blinded by the salty-liquid that was quickly building up. This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening. “We were finally together…”

Uraraka moved closer to the weeping boy, hand softly touching his shoulder. “Deku…”

“He said... He said he wouldn't leave,” Izuku whispered brokenly, arms wrapping around his head as he started to lose his footing, feeling Uraraka wrap her own around his waist quickly to steady his shaking form. The rain was finally beginning to let up, but it didn’t nothing to ease the pain.

“Deku...”

Gulping in air, he tried to pull in oxygen. He felt like he was choking. Like there wasn't enough air in the world to sustain his lungs. Like the ground beneath his feet was going to swallow him whole, bringing him closer to the heavy void already building within his head. “He promised he wouldn't leave me!”

“I know, sweetie,” Uraraka cooed gently, pulling him closer to her and tangling a hand into his messy curls as she attempted to comfort him. He clung to her tightly, arms moving to clutch at her back as he buried his face into her shoulder. God, the tears just wouldn’t stop. She made a soft shushing sound as she ran her fingers through his hair.  “I know. I'm sorry.”

“He promised, Ochako.”

“I know.”

“He promised...”

“I'm so sorry.”

He couldn’t even feel the ground beneath his feet as despair welled up within him, the only thing keeping his body upright was that of the solid form of his best friend. How was he going to go on without him? His heart was tearing in two at the thought of it. Without his intention, his whole life had ended up revolving around Kacchan. He knew it wasn’t healthy. Knew that he should be able to function on his own. But this person, this man that had been in his life since he was diapers… was suddenly no longer there.

And he didn’t know what he was going to do.

What was he going to do without him?

There was a sudden explosion that erupted from the debris, followed by shouting. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to look; couldn’t bare the sight of the place that was now the grave to his lover. He kept trying to reason with himself in his head that other heroes had probably shown up and were trying to attempt a rescue. The only reason he even drew his eyes away from the wet patch he was currently sobbing into was due to the loud gasp that came from Uraraka. “No way,” the girl mumbled, fingers digging into the moist material of his costume.

Taking a chance, he looked up.

And he…

He saw…

He blinked in shock, emerald eyes going impossibly wide as tears still pooled and dribbled down his cheeks.

There was no way.

Emerging from rubble, seeming relatively unscathed, were the two heroes that were believed to be dead. Kirishima looked relatively unscathed, grinning brightly while he helped lift a slab of concrete away from his blond friend. Kacchan, if anything, looked mildly pissed and rather inconvenienced if they were to judge simply from his facial expression. Blood dripped from his hairline, bright red in the dim light despite the overcast conditions they were currently facing. Despite that, he seemed… okay.

“Damnit, shitty hair! Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Kacchan growled, rubbing his head as he glared hotly at the red-haired Hero.

“Sorry, man! Thought you had cleared my arm at that point. My bad,” Kirishima cheerily replied.

Izuku's tear-filled eyes widened, not believing the sight before him. He felt his body tremble, knowing very well that it wasn’t from the rain that still continued to fall around them.

Kacchan was alive.

Kacchan was alive.

Kacchan was -

The adrenaline in his body that rushed from helping rescuing people to Kacchan coming out of the rubble relatively unscathed finally crashed. He didn't realize he was falling until he heard Uraraka scream his name, her arms tightening around his waist as she tried to hold up his small but built body and failing as he fell to his knees. The world was spinning and quickly growing dark around the edges. He could feel a radiating pain near is abdomen, molten hot and painful.

Had he been injured?

He really couldn't remember...

Nausea built up, the world still tilting on its axis as he could feel the beginnings of bile come up his throat. Something was seriously wrong.

“What happened?”

“I-I don't know!” Uraraka cried, her heart beating frantically in his ear as he rested half conscious against her chest. He coughed heavily, eyes blinking heavily in surprise as he watched in a daze as red covered the ground below him. “He seemed okay, he was fine, and then he just collapsed-”

Iida interrupted her frantically. “Uraraka, what's that on your arm? Are you injured?”

“...Oh my god, that's... that's not mine!”

“Blood! He's injured!”

“What the hell - was he impaled -?”

“I didn’t know! I thought it had been from helping civilians!”

“Dammit, give him here!” He felt himself being transferred to warm, familiar arms, squinting hazily up at the dark sky above until a familiar face got directly within his eyesight. Burning crimson eyes stared back at him, a halo of dirty, messy blond hair overhead. He smiled faintly as he recognized the face hovering over his own. He could almost feel his consciousness fading. Kacchan was frantically eyeing him, clearly trying to assess the situation. “Fuck, where is all this blood coming from?! Deku, stay awake! Can you hear me? Deku!”

'Kacchan...'

“Someone find Recovery Girl – Deku, don't you dare go the fuck to sleep! Did he fucking tell anyone he was hit?!”

“He was in the middle of telling me that he caught the building with his head and that s-something had grazed him - he never said he had been impaled!” Uraraka’s voice went shrill and Izuku couldn’t almost hear her beginning to hyperventilate. He wanted to tell her he was okay - that he would be just fine, but he didn’t have the ability to form words anymore.

Kirishima piped in, his voice hitting pitches Izuku had never heard before as it shook. “Guys, something’s wrong-”

What did Kirishima mean? He was just tired. Everything was fine now. Kacchan… Kacchan was okay . Everything was going to be alright. He felt like he was floating, as if he were slowly becoming detached from his own body. But to him, it didn’t matter. He didn’t care that he could almost physically feel his eyes glaze over. He didn’t care that his legs were slowly going numb. He didn’t care about anything.

All that mattered as Kacchan was alive.

“He's seizing!”

That didn’t seem right… Couldn’t they see he was okay?

“Did he hit his head?!”

“A freakin’ building landed on top of him, apparently - I’m sure he must have at some point!”

“Someone call the medics!”

“Where is Recovery Girl?!”

It was getting harder to pinpoint who was who talking, even having trouble discerning the female from male voices. The only one that stuck out to him during the episode was Kacchan.

“Izuku, fuck - breathe, you idiot!” But he was breathing. Kacchan must be thinking of something else. He just wanted to go to sleep for a little while. He couldn’t keep himself awake anymore. He wished he could tell his partner that, but his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking die, you hear me? Izuku!”

'I'm sorry...'

“Stay with me, Izuku – Don't leave me!”

‘I’m so sorry.’

And he knew no more.