It was late into the night when Dabi broke his head away from Midoriya's shoulder, sighing.
"Thanks, kid." He said to the teenager. "You helped a lot."
Shigaraki was asleep, arms wrapped around Midoriya's waist and head on his chest, practically cuddled up on the boy.
Midoriya didn't blame him, the older man couldn't touch anyone with all five fingers for years.
But what Midoriya didn't know was that the last person who tried to hug Shigaraki was his mother right when his quirk manifested at four years of age. All Shigaraki wanted was to feel love, even from sensei. He just wanted to be held, and now that his quirk won't work on the teen, he had found a loophole.
A loophole to actually feeling desired and cherished. The small smile on his face was enough to tell that the bluenette was finally content.
He had found happiness finally.
In his last moments.
Dabi took a shaky breath and turned to look at the stars once more.
"Can you make it quick?" He asked the teen, "I'm ready but I just want it to be fast, ya'know? No more suffering."
Midoriya swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. "Yeah I'll make... it quick...no more su...suffering."
"Thank you." Dabi sniffed. Midoriya slowly slid from Shigaraki's death grip and moved to sit behind Dabi. Midoriya was weak, his body aching and adrenaline gone. He needs to use leverage to make up for his lack of muscle.
He slowly wrapped his left hand around Dabi's head and the other holding the shoulder back.
"Relax, it'll... be... okay now." He pushed the words out from between his lips.
Dabi slowly relaxed.
"I love...watching...the pretty...stars." Midoriya whispered.
"Me too, me too." Said Dabi, he looked at the stars longingly and sighed.
Quickly, Midoriya moved his hands and snapped the neck. Fast and painless.
Fast and painless.
Fast and.
Painless.
Dabi fell completely limp, and Midoriya moved him inside the house. He wanted to do something special for all the villains. To deliver one more act of kindness.
But before that, he needed to save the leader. He dropped Dabi off next to Mr. Compress, who was covered in deep burn marks and boils. His clothes were partially melted and his skin looked like it was oozing. Midoriya grimaced, he wished Compress had chosen a less painful death, but since he wanted to go end the show alone, Midoriya let him have his final wish.
No matter how much it hurt.
Slowly he turned and made his way back to the sleeping Shigaraki. He knew one thing for sure.
He didn't want to wake Shigaraki up.
He knew shigaraki had a horrible life, where peace was never given to him. Midoriya felt connected to him somehow, so he decided to let the leader enjoy his peaceful sleep. If all went well, Shigaraki wouldn't feel a thing.
He slid behind Shiaragri, pulling the man's head to his chest.
He used his right hand to slide back the adult's messy bangs.
He softly whispered, "You're not... a monster...you... are human...and loved." His voice broke and died out as he finished the sentence.
Like the flame of One for All crackling and popping before dying out.
He kissed Shigaraki's forehead before snapping the sleeping adult's neck.
He slowly picked up the leader and brought him into the old base.
With all the members laying on the floor, the base seemed a whole lot lonely. A whole lot darker. A whole lot emptier.
A whole lot sadder.
Midoriya wept, strangled sounds coming out of his mutilated mouth. A vague word sounded out in the dark base, "so--rry."
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Gone Boy
FanfictionIzuku had taken it badly. He was right back where he started: quirkless. Who knew taking a bullet for someone would be so detrimental. Warning: slight gore and dark themes. Art is mine!! The characters belong to Boku No Hero Academia. The plot is...