𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪

You Were My Eijirou

He had been standing at the entrance of the cemetery for 10 minutes now. As much as he kept shouting to himself in his head to walk through the gates, his body just wouldn't move.

He was attempting to visit Eijirou's grave, because of the insight of Denki who told him "it gave me peace when I visited my moms grave after she died. I just let out everything I'd been thinking even if it was negative towards her. It's really therapeutic."

Was this the day he could actually do it? He'd attempted 7 times so far, but he's never been able to make it past the gate. He hadn't been to Eijirou's grave since he was buried, the feeling he got from the thought of his husband being packed inside a neat little box buried in the earths soil freaked him out in more ways than you could imagine.

To think that his lover, his best friend, his soulmate...had nothing left of him in this world but a stone with his name on it. That was a thought that no one could erase from his brain and to be honest he'd never been terrified of death until his Eijirou died; because then it gave him more time to think of death. Things like, how it'd affect the people he loved, What would be left of him, and how many generations would it take for him to be completely forgotten.

He began to turn on his heel, walking away with his head down. He'd do it one day, he knew he would. Just not today....maybe next time. Yeah next time for sure.

As he was walking towards his car the wind blew around him. It wasn't just regular wind, it was like the wind was personally calling out for him. Pleading with him to turn back around.

Trust me, Katsuki felt completely stupid for even feeling like this, but he couldn't help but feel as if the wind was a sign. A sign that it was the day. A sign that he had to do this. A sign to stop being a pussy and walk through those stupid gates.

He slowly turned back around and walked back up to his starting point, The white gate that had 'Hero's Cemetery' labeled right beside it.

He could do it. No one was around....just one step. Just one step.

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Now another

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Another

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One more

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One more....

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One more....

Dammit! Why couldn't he take this last step, he was already half way through the cemetery, but as soon as his husbands grave came into sight he froze again.

His husbands grave, decorated so neatly with gifts that's been leftover by fans...The cherry blossom tree it was buried under that reached the sunset perfectly. Katsuki had chosen that spot, when they were viewing which lots in the cemetery were available. He still remembered it clearly. The anger he felt towards Kahana as she dragged him to the cemetery. The southern voice of the sells-man, the stained tears on his face that made his face feel tight, The hopeless feeling he got from the land filled with labeled stones. As he said before, he remembered everything.