. . . .
911, what's your emergency?
....
Sniffling noises could be heard from the microphone on the other line.
Hello? Sir? Ma'am? Are you hurt?
HELP!
A horrible, sickening screech came from the other line, unnerving the first-timer call taker.
What's wrong? Are you hurt?
The frantic voice of the young boy on the other line kept Bakugou's heart racing in his chest.
M-My brother! He shot himself! Please help!
The young male's heart squeezed, the obvious pain of the young boy on the other line making feelings he was supposed to repress, especially for this job, surface.
Please keep calm and tell me your location.
He stated, trying to keep the young boy calm and collected enough whilst he called for help. He started typing a report and on another monitor started to alert all first responders.
I... I DON'T KNOW! JUST GET HERE FAST PLEASE!
I'm trying my best, but I need you to give me your location in order for me to be able to help you.
I'm at.... [REDACTED]. PLEASE JUST GET HERE FAST!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..... The blonde thought while his nimble fingers flew across the keyboard. The voice of the young boy sounded familiar, very familiar, though he didn't know what he remembered it from. Whether it be from another life or just someone he'd walked past in his many trips to the park, he'll never know.
Alright, help is on the way.
The boy on the other line dropped the phone with a sharp clacking noise and started shuffling around, most likely moving towards the body, Bakugou guessed.
WHY??? The boy on the other line screamed. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHY, [REDACTED]?!? WAKE UP! TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!
Shuffling noises along with a barely noticeable, dull dripping noise could be heard.
Please, keep calm. Authorities will be here soon, he said to no one, knowing that the boy'd not been paying attention.
YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T!! YOU ALREADY LEFT ME ONCE, YOU CAN'T AGAIN!!!
Bakugou chewed on his bottom lip, closing his eyes as the young boy on the other line screamed and wailed for his brother. A single, salty tear brushed past his pale eyelashes and rolled down his cheek. He sat there, still on the line, as he heard police sirens get closer on the other line. He listened to the boy's cries.
He leaned back in his chair, listening with a heavy heart as the child screamed.
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[dial tone]
. . . .
just some short angst.
i'm now under suicide watch because i
attempted
i haven't been on here for around 1-2 months.
i'm sorry im so messed up in the head
that i can't even fucking write
im so sorry.
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𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟷
FanfictionIzuku is quirkless. He is bullied. He is rejected. He is hated, by both his peers and himself. One day, during an especially bad session with his (ex) best friend Bakugou Katsuki, he chases after the peaceful aftermath of death by jumping off o...
