From The Depths

Angel

Credits -- VOLPEART_!

                                                                                               POV

                                                                                          Kirishima

                                                                                                  --

A loud crash was heard outside our classroom window. Everyone peered through it horrified at what they saw. It was Izuku Midoriya. My best friend. Struggling in his own pool of blood. The teacher ran outside, screaming for another teacher, explaining what had happend in a few words, "Midoriya has commited suicide! Call an ambulance! He's still alive!" With that I lost my sense of self. I ran outside brushing past the teacher as I went. He didn't stop me. Everyone was too shocked to call out my name. I ran faster as I ever did before, I felt completely numb. Nothing was going to stop me. Nothing was going to stop me from saving him. I flew past the doors and made it to the back of the school. There I saw him. He was still moving. Still breathing. God. He didn't deserve this! He has been through so much! Just let him be at rest! Please! Tears flooded my eyes as I peered down at him. I truly loved him. I loved him you son of a bitch! I sat down beside him, holding his tattered body.

"K-kirishima?" He croaked, coughing up a little blood as he still tried to grasp my name.

"I'm here Deku. I'm always going to be here." My voice crackled but I somehow, stayed strong.

I held Deku until the ambulance came. Luckily, from experience, he managed to keep his eyes open. He was so scared. He was mortified. He was in racking pain. I went to the hospital with the loud, swift truck. Afterall, the school was dismissed after such a tragedy anyways. I wanted to snuggle with him again. I wanted to go downtown with him! I wanted to get through his problems together!

I wanted to heal his wounds.

As the surgeons and what not took him away, I couldn't help but cry. I couldn't help but sob. A mean, suffering sob. I left him alone. I should have held him and told him it was going to be okay. I wish he knew it didn't trouble me. I wish he had known. I felt a warm, soft hand clutch my shoulder. Yuta.

"It's going to be alright." She calmly said as she hugged my waist from behind. 

I felt like screaming. I felt like going back in time and to never had said anything to Deku at all. Maybe he could have been a hero if I hadn't intervened. I turned my body into her direction, hugging her neck and just letting out embarrassing sobs. All kinds of sobs. Lonely, crippling sobs. 

"He can't go. Not like my parents... No..." That's all I could weakly say. I felt so small to the rest of the lively world. I felt as if I couldn't do anything.

Not anything.

I couldn't lose all hope.

I wouldn't waste my life. After all, me and Deku are going to be heroes. That's exactly what I had promised. I was going to sacrifice my life for the people who I shall save one day. Those people are going to live extraordinary lives.

That's what my parents did for me at least. 

They died heroically in battle. That's what Deku wants to do. He won't die. Not now. After a few hours me and Yuta headed out of the hospital. She had figured that Deku wouldn't wake up for a while and that it would be best for me to get some fresh air and something to eat. Yuta and I headed to a restaurant we both had liked before and picked out a boothe.

"I'm sorry I didn't get the email until later." Yuta apologized as she held her head down to fix her napkin. 

"It's alright." I tried to smile, but I only managed a smile tug across my face. 

"He'll be alright."

I sighed.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Yuta smiled a sad smile.

"Because he is strong. Everyone can feel it. He won't go down helpless, he'll go down in history." I couldn't help but think about Yuta's words. Each letter was imprinted in my mind. I nodded and grinned.

"Thank you."

Yuta grinned this time.

"No problem."

After he few words our food was served and we both ate, thinking of Deku. Thinking what we're going to do next. 

Yuta swallowed before she spoke, "How about we put Deku into therapy?"

I froze for a moment before I chose to speak.

"I think it's a great idea, but what about Deku's opinion on it? Will he simply crumble on our idea of therapy?"

She smiled more of a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure he won't mind."

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound came from Yuta's phone. She instantly answered with a faithful gleam in her eyes.

"He's awake!" She threw herself out of her seat, grabbing her purse and leaving a tip on the table. We both swiftly made back to the hospital, frantically asking a random nurse to lead the way to Deku. As she opened the door, we flooded inside the room. Deku had cords that led to multiple machines. The beeping of Deku's soft, loving heart gave me chills. 

"Kirishima.." Deku said, trying to keep his eyes open as they adjusted to the bright, white room. 

"Deku.." I said, letting out a few tears. 

"I-i'm so.. sorry.." Deku's once bright green eyes, were a deep, startling jade green. 

"Everything is going to be alright." Yuta look at Deku sympathetically. 

"Y-yuta?"

Yuta nodded.

"God.. I was so scared.." Deku gave a minture smirk.

You're safe now, deku.

You're safe.

I'll make sure of it.

Authors Note --

There will be more on Bakugo soon! I want to attempt to make him one of the biggest antagonists of the story! How do you guys feel about his personality in the fanfiction? I tried to make him a bit obsessive, I thought it would be kinda fun to work with him! But don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Bakugo!

Have a nice day!

Word Count! -- 980 Words!