TW; Death/Mention of death
"The world is so big
So, so, so big
In the funniest and simplest way, we live on a giant floating space rock in the middle of nowhere.
There are so many stars in the sky, and I'd like to think that each star was a time you made me
fall even more in love with you.
Every time they glimmer in the sky is a moment a wish I let my lips linger on yours for just a
moment more.
The world we live in, the planet we stand on is so incredible and mysterious.
Beautiful too, just like you.
I guess that'd make you my world, right?
It's cheesy, I know that.
I can practically feel you punching me, I can hear your sweet voice yelling just like Bakugo.
Bakugo...
He misses you, a lot.
We all do.
The squad hasn't been as chaotic without you.
Geez what am I saying?
You hated small talk, said it was too awkward and was for people who had nothing to say.
I have so much to say, about you, about us.
What were we?
Just a fling or did you love me too?
Every time you'd kiss my scars with such tenderness, or when you'd stain your hands red
making sure my hair was perfect....
That felt like love, to me at least.
You never liked to say I love you though, so you never did.
Why was that?
Did you just not want to give me false hope?
Did you just love someone else?
Was I just a replacement for someone?
Bakugo probably.
I love him like a brother but he always got the girls, all of them flew right into his arms.
Maybe because you couldn't have him, you went for me.
Maybe you finally got sick of me and decided that the best way to leave me was to die.
You always had a flair for the dramatics.
Bitch!
No...No no I'm sorry...
I didn't mean it, I just....
It hurts... so much.
I loved you so much, so, so much.
If you were standing here in front of me I'd make sure I'd scream it until my lungs give out.
I'd scream and let you know how much you mean to me, how my heart chokes on it's feelings
for you.
Only for you.
So please, come back to me.
I'm begging you, please..."
Kirishima slams his fists into the soft, damp dirt of the grave in front of him.
The headstone stood tall and proudly mocked him with the name of his beloved, too soon taken by an unknown illness caused by a villains quirk.
It was a reminder of how he failed the one person who meant most to him.
He'd once heard that the march of time was to take someone he cared for, but he ignored it as another crazy wailing of a deranged citizen.
How he wishes he'd asked them to elaborate.
How he wishes he told them one more time how much he loved them.
How you wished you'd told him just how much you loved him back.
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479 words, a short one :/
