seeps beneath the skin // my hero academia

goodbye my danish sweetheart

pre-story author's note + TW

hi there. thank you for reading! before you start, just know that i only wrote this fic as another writing exercise. i have no idea if ill continue it, but consider this first chapter a conceptual opener. this whole fic was born out of writer's block, but i hope it's good.

TW for blood, gore, death, suicide, and swearing. lots of it. some of the writing in this book romanticizes death in a way, and in no way do i view it in that light, but i wrote it to accurately depict the character's experiences and mindsets. in no way is it healthy, or should be imitated. just please make sure you are in a safe headspace before reading.

enjoy the fic!

-xuxi.

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Death suffocates Katsuki's throat in more ways than he'd like to admit.

It settles on his skin, and seeps into his bones. It freezes over, and his joints stiffen. He can't move. Something is beneath him. A hole gapes in his back, and all he feels is cold.

He realizes just what is happening, and an image flashes in his mind. He all but falls apart at the sight of a certain green-haired quirkless boy sprawled out on the pavement.

Deku, he thought.

Everything. Everything hurt. He tried to breathe, but his lungs aren't even there. He gives up. It hurts too much to even try. He feels his consciousness slipping.

Izuku Midoriya's bleeding corpse lays no more than five meters away from him, and all of a sudden, every aspiration Katsuki held for himself dissappates like smoke in the air.

Fuck. What a cruel thing to show me while I die.

The memory rubs salt into his wounds, yet he accepts it. He deserved it. Now here he is, following his victim into the afterlife.

I should have taken your hand.

It's ironic, he thinks. How his hands were just taken from him moments from being pushed to his death.

The world fades around him, and the sounds of echoing explosions and gunfire, the blaze of heat and flames, the images of everyone he fought with and cared for, all gone like dandelion seeds in a breeze. All that's left is the image of him.

Green hair splayed out like a halo, sun-kissed freckles like the night sky, Deku... Deku, Deku-

Katsuki chokes on his regret (and probably the blood bubbling in his throat), and the thought washed over him like a crashing wave.

He realizes that his heart is no longer in his chest.

Katsuki thinks bitterly; We're finally even, Izuku.

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White. It overwhelms him, blinding and pure. A catharsis, maybe. He welcomes it, and scoffs. Ah, so this is death.

It's a little warmer than he expects.

The sensation is like electricity coursing through his veins. It's kind. It's euphoric. His body slips away, and Katsuki feels like crying. It was too nice. Too good to be true.

He doesn't deserve heaven, he thinks to himself.

He loses his senses, and all the weight and the pain and the creak in his broken bones drift away. Everything he feels no longer feels, and every thought he held dissapated. He was being.