You Didn't Look Up

The Tears

(Hi passengers, there are a few ooc characters, soz)

Izuku Midoriya woke up. Why did he wake up? He wasn't trying to wake up. He was trying to disappear.

He looked around and he noticed a distinct lack of pain. How was that even possible? He jumped off of a twenty story building. How did he not die?

He sat up, noticing a pro hero who he recognized kneeling over where he was lying down.

"E-eraserhead? Wha-what are you do-doing here? Why am I-I not de-dead?"

"Oh, kid, I'm so sorry I wasn't in time..." The hero seemed distant and sad, near tears, even though he did not know this boy. It was hard to see someone so young die to their own hands.

"What do-do you me-mean? Sorry for-for what?" Midoriya was confused. He was still here, wasn't he? He then looked down and he froze. There on the ground was a body.

The body had a black uniform on, buttoned all the way up the neck. The body wasn't wearing shoes. The body was wrecked and bleeding from all over. The body had forest green hair and glassy emerald eyes.

The body belonged to one Midoriya Izuku.

Midoriya could hear sirens coming closer and closer. He wasn't breathing. He didn't really need to breath.

As the sirens drew near, he looked down at himself, his current body, and seeing how much it looked like the corpse that lay broken and damaged on the concrete. For some reason, his mangled form didn't hurt.

He watched as the body on the ground was put on a stretcher and the paramedics attempted to revive him.

It didn't work.

Midoriya followed the ambulance to the hospital, figuring out how to fly pretty quickly.

He arrived a minute before the ambulance did.

The hospital was the one where his mom worked at.

'Oh no no nononono...' He thought, trying to figure out where his mom was.

He found her as they rushed his gurney past her.

He watched as her face flashed with confusion and then panic.

He watched as a doctor told his mother that, yes, the boy on the gurney was her son, and yes, they will try their hardest to save him.

He watched as he was officially declared dead.

He listened to his mother's sobbing.

-

A coworker of Inko's looked at her and handed her a cup of hot chocolate and a shock blanket.

"Can I call someone for you?" He asked the sobbing mother.

When she nodded and pulled a card from her wallet, the coworker took it and he went to the nearest phone. He called a 'Bakugo Mitsuki' and waited as it dialed.

"This is the Bakugo residence," A woman's voice rang through the speaker.

"Hi, is this Bakugo Mitsuki?"

"Yes it is, why?"

"I'm a coworker of Midoriya-san's and, well, there's no easy way to say this, but, Midoriya's son was wheeled in on a gurney and has sadly passed away. I am so sorry." He could hear the woman take a breath and a shattering sound before he continued on. "Midoriya-san told me that you were someone I could call to help her."

"O-oh... Um.. I..." Bakugo's voice was quivering. "I'll be over there within five minutes." The woman steeled herself. "Thank you. For calling me."

The call ended abruptly.

The man sighed.

He knew the Midoriyas, but he wasn't super close. Even then, seeing the kid of a coworker wheeled in on a gurney in a bloody mess, especially the ball of sunshine that was Midoriya Izuku, really wrecked a person.

He couldn't see, but there was a little green haired ghost standing next to him, crying silently.

-

Izuku had heard when his aunt started to cry. Aunt Mitsuki didn't cry often, so he started to cry as well. 'I'm so sorry..' He knew that was a lie. He couldn't have gone on much longer than that and even though he still exists, he feels so much more free.

It felt like he was floating on wings.

He smiled.

---

Bakugo Katsuki went back to school six days later, July seventh. The first thing he noticed was Izuku's empty desk.

He felt his eyes get wet.

"Hey, Bakugo! Where'd your little nerd friend go, huh? Where's deku?" The rock-quirked extra asked him and laughed.

"...ki ...mse .." Bakugo muttered.

"Awh, speak up, Bomb boy!"

"He... illed.. self.."

"Louder, I still can't hear you!" He and his lackeys laughed even more.

"HE KILLED HIMSELF." Bakugo growled at the boys, getting angrier by the second. He didn't need to be reminded that his closest friend, his brother, was dead.

"Wh-What?" The classroom that was filled with the ambient morning chatter quieted real fast.

"He fucking killed himself. Now, get the fuck out of my way, extra." His hands let off small sparks and he stormed towards his desk, practically hearing Izuku saying 'it's not nice to call people extras, kat.' His voice was so realistic that if he didn't know better he would've thought the nerd was in the room with him.

-

Midoriya was, in fact, in the room with him. And he did, in fact, say that. And he noticed Bakugo jump slightly, so small that nobody would've seen it except him, the certified Baku-whisperer.

'Why would he jump? Nothing was loud and nobody scared him or anything, so why..." He realized that Bakugo startled after he told him off for saying extras, almost as if he could hear him. 'No way...'

Midoriya knew that his theory wasn't real, it was just his imagination hoping to contact his family once again.

He cried silently for the first time that day and the twentieth time that week.

-

Aizawa was back at UA. Staring at his cup of coffee. His mind stayed back to the green haired jumper.

That wasn't the first time Aizawa witnessed a suicide, but it was for sure the youngest person he'd personally seen. He knows that some other heroes have probably seen people younger jump like the middle schooler did, even so, it was still a shocking experience.

He was a foot away from the falling child and he could've saved him if he was faster. If he had been there minutes, seconds, before, he might've been able to save the boy.

Now there was a dead kid, younger than the students he expelled.

A dead kid that he could've saved.

If the other teachers saw a tear slide down his cheek, they didn't question it.