Wherever You Go

Would Have

Up and up and up above that ceiling so high, sat a warlock tall and nigh
From a world so far away, a million games he sought to play
Seeking a maiden with hair of gold, long time past but he did not grow old
Many sought to douse his light, but no one knew he was right.

Yellow Hello, reader.

I've watched so long as you've scanned the words on these pages, eating up every last word that has been served to you upon a silver platter. It's almost funny. Almost.
You love him, don't you?
That winged one like that of angels of old..
Well, what if I were to tell you that he was mine all along?
No, I'm not Dabi! Don't make me laugh!

I'm so much better than Dabi. I am—

...

It was not wise. None of his actions had been wise for the whole trip– he'll, none of them had been wise for his whole life.
But now was the most important time. It mattered not if he was strong or if he was brave or if he was a hero.

He was going to save the one thing that mattered in his life!

Keigo.

Dabi paused, glancing back over the far off streets where he had abandoned his companions. It seemed as though they stood there still, in front of the hotel, not even caring that he was gone.
Typical heroes. Only caring when they were getting paid or when it'd give them pr.
None of that mattered now though. What mattered was not falling off the hillside which unfortunately was almost at a ninety degree incline.

His knees hurt a great deal, but he'd rather lose both his legs than lose Kei for even a second longer. Luckily, he had say able to contact Ujiko and get Johnny's help in sending Aika there, though it was a massively regrettable decision since she kept sliding down the hillside and delaying him. That and she wouldn't shut up for five seconds.
All that aside though time was running out. He could just feel it.
It was only a matter of time before they either found Keigo, or they found his corpse. The second option didn't sound very pleasant but... maybe Aika could heal him back to life!
Yeah.
He'd be fine.

Dabi would save him and take him home alive.
Then they would get together and have a happy ending just like they deserved.

He grimaced, narrowing his eyes against the midday sun as a bird called overhead. It stabbed deep down in his heart but he knew there was no time to think about the awful things that could be.

...

Fuck! Fuck! I'm not gonna make it out of here in time!
Hot tears streamed down Kei's cheeks as he hit the loose board over head. He'd tried kicking, he'd tried punching, he'd tried whacking it with his wings, but it was no use. There was just nowhere to push off of and get leverage. A sharp, final cry escaped the hero as the water went over his head, officially plunging him into deafening, swirling silence. His eyes stung against the murky waters as he forced them open, trying to take it all in.
As he stared off it became apparent.

He was not going to make it back to his beloved Touya.

He was going to die there, cold and alone.

So what had he even accomplished in life? Aside from being a hero, he couldn't really think of much.
To start, he'd been taken in by the Hero Public Safety Commission and trained, so there was that....
Then he had become the youngest to ever break into the top ten heroes of Japan, so that was pretty big!
Then he'd singlehandedly infiltrated the infamous League of Villains. And he'd pretty much broken apart that whole group.

So why wasn't he proud of himself?

Well, he had been a liar. He had been a petty little quiet abused boy- though that one wasn't his fault. He had been a cocky, annoying bastard who always went into things he knew would he too much for him to handle. He was an alcoholic. He had ruined every relationship he had ever been in. And worst of all, he had murdered a dear friend.

So, he wasn't a good person. He was just a man who lived when he didn't deserve to. Honestly, there had been so many days where he'd wished and prayed so very hard to die, but it was just unfortunate that such answers had to come now.
Now that he wanted to live!

He wanted nothing more than to fly in the clear blue sky again and feel the sun on his skin! He wanted to soar above the clouds one last time.
He wanted to get married to his partner and grow old with him. He wanted a quiet, simple life without worry or fear!
Why couldn't he just have that..?

Well, the answer is simple really. There are no true happy endings.
You see, many months back a new guy had been hired at the agency. Someone so simple and bland that he totally slipped unnoticed. Someone who was believed to he quirkless.
Well, he wasn't quirkless. He was very much the opposite, in fact. And his obsession with Keigo had been so great that he just had to have him!
But he couldn't take him when Dabi was in the way, and killing Dabi would've broken Kei's heart.

So he'd tried splitting them up by controlling Keis body with his puppeteering quirk. He'd hired so many people to plant thoughts and feelings into that man that it should have been guaranteed to work.

But it just hadn't.

So he had to kill Takami.

He had to kill him like he had a thousand times over in other worlds.

He had to take his life and move on to the next world to try again.

It's not like it mattered.

It's not like Hawks mattered.

...

Shigaraki's eyes snapped open for the first time in months. It'd been so very long since the cold air had kissed his skin.
His lungs ached as they sucked in air in short spurts, hungering more and more for it.
His limbs were limp still, refusing to move. But that didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but air.

Air and his new mission.

He had to leave Japan.

He had to get to America and save—

Bang!

Oh, if only Spinner had done his job and guarded Tomura...
The assassin would never have made it there and fired that fateful shot.

Shigaraki would have met up with Dabi and found a shortcut to the hidden home where the drowning hero was slowly slipping away.

He would have saved them both and all would have been well.

Would have.

But now, the world had gone black.

It had all happened so fast that he hadn't even gotten to reflect on his poor, miserable life.

There was nothing save it he for the gushing of blood from his brain. And then it was over.