//My best friend doesen't like me// -Bakudeku songfic-

I'm Sorry For Not Picking Up The Phone

I can't sleep,speak,or eat meat...

Bakugo was laying on his bed staring at the cealing with empty eyes,as he did everyday since the accident. He felt alone, again, no one to laugh at...or with. The silence was so fucking loud. It was unbearable.

...my best friend does not like me...

They always fought,and sweared they hated each other's guts, even using their quirks ever so often, but it was normal,wasn't it?

But in the end they always went back to each other. As much as that hurt,and as much as this was bad for him,Izuku always went back to Bakugo,telling himself that people can change,and that maybe this time Bakugo would have loved him and cared for him as much as he did, but it was normal...wasn't it?

After all,they were still best friends,weren't they?

...There's something on my shoulder,I hope I don't get older...

Izuku always wanted to return to when they were kids,when Bakugo didn't hate him as much.

Bakugo wanted it too,but he thought that maybe keeping that thought for himself would have been better. He didn't plan to hate him, he didn't want to, but he just...did.

And now that everybody knew that they were rivals,he couldn't have given everybody the satisfaction to say that it was just a facade. Everybody would have judged him if he started behaving normally with Izuku,right?

It was like a drug his brain couldn't live without.

But now the long term symptoms of that drug were showing,his body and his mind were collapsing, and he couldn't go back even if he wanted to...

...every girl breaks my heart,your boyfriend doesen't like art...

It was all his fault. Nothing made sense anymore. He just wanted to be with him in that moment,more than ever,without making fun of him or screaming at him,he just wanted to look at his eyes one last time and tell him he was sorry.

But now those emerald eyes were gone forever,and it was all his fucking fault.

...I'm sad that vine is dead,your bitch she give me head...

If he would have been in Izuku's place right now,no one would have actually cared. No one would have been there to cry for him,and he couldn't even have blamed them. Maybe It would have been better if he was the one to die, he thought. No,not maybe,it was for sure.

...I want you to know,that I'm sorry for not picking up the phone.

The last thing Izuku did before ending his life was calling Bakugo. But of course,he didn't respond. He didn't expect otherwise from him but, as always, he hoped that maybe that time would thave been different.

Izuku left him a voice mail,but Bakugo never listened to it,afraid that he would tell him how bad and toxic of a person he was,that he wasn't even a person for how he behaved, that he never thought of him as a friend,  and, most of all, that it was all his fault.

And the worst thing is that he would have been right.

After three months,up on the roof on which Izuku jumped off of,Bakugo decided to listen to his last words:

-"Hey,uh maybe you're busy right now- uh no,let's be realistic,you probably didn't respond because you hate me haha... But, I mean it's fine,I'm used to it... I-I don't hate you Kacchan, I just can't bring myself to hate you. I just-I don't know why you hate me this much but I feel guilty about it,I know I hurt you in some way or another and...I'm sorry. I'm just sorry for existing, I really hope you can forgive me one day...But you probably don't care hahaha so yeah...

Listen...

I just wanted to tell you

That I hope you can finally live a fullfilled life without me, and that...

I think I love you...

Ahhh I just said it,this is so weird! Well then,goodbye...I guess."