If I Had One Wish

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen- Pinky Promise

"Hey, I gotta ask you something."

"What?"

"Why did you stay?"

"Why would I leave?"

A silence stretched over the expanse of the dark forest floors, the pitter patter of rain falling around them yet they stayed dry. The branch of the tree keeping them safe in the storm. The whining of the wind and harshness of the rain reflecting the inside of one's heart and one's brain. One with a heart of glass and the other with a mind of stone, so convinced what they were doing was right. But so wrong.

"You have the blade you used?"

"Here."

A knife, the beautiful handle glinting gold in the dim light of the moon.

"You don't have to do this for me."

"It was my idea, Katsuki, I want to." Another pause, followed by two hands grasping each other. "So, I solemnly swear to forever be with you. To always be here when you need me, even if we fight. You can come to me. Always."

"That's a big promise, dumbass."

"You're acting like I won't mean it."

"I promise to..." He paused. What was he promising? What could he give Izuku that he was certain he wouldn't break?

"Live." The boy whispered, leaning his head against the others. "Can you promise me that? If you die, I die. A... suicide pact."

"Deal."

"Alright then. I promise what I previously said and to go if you do."

"And I promise to you that I will live." The blonde raised his wrist, only eleven years old and his skin scarred from the sharp sting of a knife. The salty tears that bled into the wound.

They both ran a cut through their wrist, a deep one that would surely need stitches but so careful to keep away from the artery and, as cliched or cursed as it was, they joined their hands. Blood mixed into each other as they did, joining their pinkies for extra measure.

"Pinkie Promise." Izuku winked, eyes glittering for the tears that wanted to fall. Because, though young, he knew nothing lasts forever.

Right?

.•° ✿ °•.

Katsuki's soft snores rang through the empty room and Izuku sighed, watching the rise and fall of the males chest as a small beckoning. A sign, a thing to show that he was still there, still breathing, blood still pumping through his veins. Izuku closed his eyes, sliding down the closed door. He should leave, but how could he?

He looked at the blades Katsuki had laid across the floor, Midoriya closed his eyes finally letting the tears fall quietly and his small sniffles falling to deaf ears as the rain pouring outside drowned him out. He had held them back for too long, held them back through all that he witnessed. He had an unspoken promise to himself to never let himself shed a tear for Bakugou to witness. He would be there for him.

He pursed his lips, holding in the cry as he opened the patio door and stepped into the rain, letting the perspiration hit his skin. He let out a heavy sigh before inhaling deeply, the crisp cool air filling his lungs and easing some of the tears. The tears that melded into the rain.

The male sleeping soundly inside having cried his heart out before passing out. Izuku's heart could only handle so much pain until it shattered and right now it was cracking, the glass of it staining. His hands shook with the effort not to punch something, not get mad or lose his cool. This whole face he put on, the nice guy, the patient one, the one who never got mad. He gripped the railing, the railing they had both leaned against just a month or so ago starting to get to know each other again.

He bit his tongue, swallowing down the yell that wanted to be let out and merely cried harder as the rain pelted over his curls, matted it down his skull so it fell in his eyes. The sound of the trees hitting each other in the aggressive wind, the aggressive rain, he wanted to be aggressive.

He was unaware of the male who woke up. Katsuki swallowed, standing at the balcony door with a stifled comfort within him. He could see it easily, the way Izuku's shoulders hunched and shook as he leaned over the railing. His hands gripped the metal so hard that it bent under his hands, the veins popping in a way that showed how much he held back.

Bakugou didn't know why he did it. The old memories? The thought of him hurting as much as he did? The guilt? Who knows. All he knew was that he stepped forward into the rain, placing his hand over Midoriya's. His left one, over the males right, the scar on their wrists faded from the years but the scar is always there. Makeup not covering it as the rain washed it away.

The pent up emotions flowing through both their veins as Izuku turned to the blonde, hand intertwining with his.

They wanted to lose themselves. They both wanted to forget. They wanted to forget everything, misplace the sadness and the memories. They wanted one moment. So they lost themselves in each other.

Izuku bent his head, the rain falling around them both in a way that it looked like a set off of a movie. Their clothes transparent on their bodies, sticking to them as Midoriya raised a hand to Katsuki's chin. An unspoken yearning, neither having to speak as their lips met.

It was like the band snapped, what held in their harsh emotions now broke. Katsuki leaned up on the tips of his toes to deepen the kiss, arms around Izuku's neck bringing him closer. He wanted to get lost.

So he did.

Letting Izuku's touch chase away the numbness, not thinking of the consequences as they got drenched from nature. The man's scarred arms went around his waist and lifted him over the ground, letting Katsuki tangle his fingers in his hair. Mother Earth witnesses the tragic lovers, her heart aching and tears falling, rain falling harder.

It was a tragic love story.

They would forget it the next day, not bring it up. And that... that was a damn tragedy.

Katsuki seperated with a small gasp, getting some air into his lungs before chasing Izuku;s lips again. And again.

"Pinky promise?"

They stumbled back into the room.

"Pinky promise!"

Collapsed on the bed.

"Take a swan dive off the roof!"

Hands roamed bodies.

"Kacchan!"

One moving away while the other pushed.

"Just leave me alone, Deku!"

An apology.

"I hate you!"

A departure.

"I love you."

Someone, anyone...

Save them.

They lied. They lied so much that they started believing the lies they told. Butter lies that bled into their souls like venom. The heart of glass being taped up and the mind of stone being thrown.

They could never collide, because one would break and the other would be incomplete.

The insanity of it all.