If I Had One Wish

Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty Five 

Welcome back to another interlude between pages. I have returned. The unnamed, but known something or other. The subconscious, the narrator who drops multiple hints and spoilers to the ending or, much rather, the climax of the story. Maybe you find it building and building or maybe you find it tiring, the build up too prolonged.

Well, I'll let you in on another filthy little secret. Before you lie three people, characters, pawns connected to something greater than they are. Connected to a familiar source, hiding under normalcy and attached to both Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya.

Maybe you know one or two, hell even all three of them. They hold more value to this story than they present, they hold secrets just as Katsuki holds hidden feelings and Izuku holds affection.

The next chapter, spoiler, is about the long awaited, forever spoken about, multiple times repeated trials. The beginning of the preparation, the contacting, the news breaking out in a burst of fire. The return of the devilish woman herself and the insecurities of teenagers invested in young love, the classmates who will now know the past of what is seemingly their strongest friend.

As preparation, I find it important to warn humans that the toxicity of the media will indeed be represented here. As will choice words and choice actions. The boys you knew will transform and morph. Be prepared for that.

I won't leave you with just that, that seems cruel since we haven't spoken in quite awhile. Think of it as buying your affection for being a stranger for so long. I can't give you the answers, for the life of me, that'd ruin the story. But I can give some sneak peeks, some gentle ideas into your brain to chew on while you continue. Force you to read between the lines, even for things that are arbitrary.

Lets begin with Izuku Midoriya once more, his family made up with gentle masks in a dollhouse with paper thin walls, screams echoing off the tacky expensive wallpaper and winding marble floors. His mother truly deserved better than what she's gotten from the mannequin of a husband she covers with a hue of positivity to add warmth to his stoic posture and cold, dark eyes. He broke her heart over and over again, tearing her open until the end where her son stood in the corner watching with distaste. Things like that do something to someone's view on love. Because if his mother claims to love that man, clearly love is hurtful. Clearly love is painful, broken, a lie upon the screens and in the books. Clearly love makes you put all this effort into your own demise.

So why must his emotions make him so attached?

Let's move to Katsuki Bakugou. Besides the obvious, he's clearly adverse to love but warming up to it faster and more eagerly than Izuku. At least to the physicality and closeness of it, that feeling of being held together and supported by another and being there to support them right back.

But I question, I ask, what about those around them?

Ponder that some more for that's all I can give for now, dearest reader, loving humans, gentle souls. Forgive my cheesy farewell but; there is much to discover the closer you look and the deeper you get.

And this is how two people continue to learn how to love, even more than they already have in circumstances neither of them deserved to be given.