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'at 9:32pm 13th July 2016 Izuku Midoriya died, a cold and quick death.
at 9:33pm ... he breathed again.'
tw: blood, theme of death and the afterlife
todobaku as angels of death au
(tododeku is platonic here)
original by angel_sukii
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He watches the scene unfold before his eyes, a boy with green hair and bright emerald eyes clutches onto a taller man with lean figure, hair gently brushed back, Shoto presumes them to be father and son, an unbroken bond. Shame destiny had foretold them both to die. The breeze catches wind of the pair, the boy's 'All Might' shirt pulls in all directions from the contact. The man looks back and forth either side of the road, tall street lamps illuminate the rushing traffic, Shoto notices how the man impatiently taps the sole of his shoe against the concrete pavement. Suddenly, the boy speaks up," Dad, what do you think mom has made for us back home?" Shoto can't help but feel his heart clench at the sound.
"Oi." A gruff voice says. "This ain't time for feelings 'n shit, just collect their souls and we'll be on our merry fckin' way." Shoto turns his head to meet eyes with the other angel beside him. Crimson red pupils meet his, dark wings shadowing his blonde, unkept hair. Katsuki. "We can't speed up the process of death, Katsuki." Shoto deadpans.
"I know that, but it looks like you're going all soft on this kid." Katsuki continues before mumbling under his breath. "Fckin' half 'n half." Shoto rolls his eyes and crosses his arms causing his wings to spread wide and keep balance against the harsh wind. His right wing just lightly meets Katsuki's cheek and the blonde immediately throws a fit. "Oi, watch where you're pointing your damn feathers you bastard!" However, Shoto instantly silences him with the point of his wing, completely covering the others mouth. He hears Katsuki release a choked sound yet pays no attention to him, rather his eyes fixate to the father and son below him.
The man tightens his grip to his son and immediately rushes onto the road. Within a moment the boy is screaming in his father's hold as a truck's horn blares at the two. Shoto watches the father and son take their last breath and then ... nothing. Shoto watches the scene unfold before his eyes, his eyebrows furrow and his glare hardens. He removes his wing from Katsuki's mouth who, instead of yelling profanities, keeps silent and lightly gasps. He hears the blonde mumble under his breath again," fckin' halfie."
Shoto ignores it and beats his wings down to the crash scene. A large crowd has formed on the road, around 10 feet away from the site. The driver stands amidst all of it, spotting several individuals contacting the authorities. Shoto hears the click of his pen beside him, as Katsuki flicks to a clean page in his notepad. They both stop short at the head of the truck, it's headlights illuminate the blood of the victims and he hears Katsuki convulse at the sight. "How the fck do you not wretch at this, you bastard?" He whispers, with a shaking voice.
"Izuku and Hisashi Midoriya." Shoto harshly states. His cold eyes meet Katsuki's confused expression. "Their names." He clarifies and Katsuki begins to write them on the pad. Shoto looks back at the two, grimacing as he closes Hisashi's eyes with his bare fingers and brushes the blood from his face. "Time of death; 9:32pm 13th July 2016. Location; Japan, Hosu City." Shoto pauses and goes to brush the warm blood off the other's face, yet the moment he makes contact with Izuku's skin, the boy startles awake, eyes filling to the brim with life. Shoto flinches his hand away and falls back with a gasp. The two meet eyes and Izuku lifts his brows before frantically looking around. "Where, how, what-what's going on?!"
Katsuki stands facing away from the other angel and aggressively finishes writing the details. He waits for Shoto's next words, but they never come. Rather, he hears a sharp inhale and as Katsuki turns around to beat some sense into the other, he too forgets how to breathe for a moment. Every feather on Katsuki's wings stills as his eyes dart between Shoto and the very much alive Izuku Midoriya. The same Izuku Midoriya who had just had his skull bashed in by a 20,000 pound cargo truck and was literally dead a few moments ago. If Katsuki had been shouting in his anger and confusion he wouldn't have heard Shoto's small and hoarse whisper.
