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Haunt me - Fluff to Angst

Major character death, Angst. 

Timeline: Anything you want!

(This started with me appreciating Katsuki from Izuku's point of view under the pretense of him never wanting to forget their love, who Katsuki is to him both emotionally and physically and how beautiful it is; and then angst merely gripped my soul and here we are. You might recognize the personification of death from my other angst book!)

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Izuku hoped he would never forget the feeling of Katsuki Bakugou for the rest of his life. He hoped that he'd feel his presence and touch, hell even his scent forever. He hoped it haunted him.

He hoped, wished, prayed for Katsuki to haunt him until the day he disappeared from this earth and had no consciousness left. For as long as he could think, he wanted him.

Izuku wanted to remember how he felt when he entered a room, his dominating presence sending a hush over a crowd of pros at work, his very steps reverberating through the room. The heat that radiated off of him at all times, the heavy feeling of his laser-point eyes beneath a glare. The way people parted for him, scurrying away to not get in his way, watching his back with wide eyes.

His scent. How it lingered around him when they worked, thicker after a hard day, faint like perfume after a shower, gathered at his inner wrist and neck, strongest at his palms.

When he pinned his hands beneath his own, lacing their fingers and leaning down, nose gliding along Izuku's jaw, lips following and then the stubble. He smelled of firewood and something close to burnt sugar.

God, his touch he wished to haunt him the most. He wanted to feel the ghost of his hands whenever he was gone, how they felt on his skin with the thick, padded feeling of his fingers, the rigid scrape of his palm against his chest when he held him comfortingly. The sharp stinging on his back and shoulders when his nails scraped down, pulling him in to muffle himself.

How his hand felt in his own, heavy and oftentimes sparking with flickers of firecrackers when he got nervous. How his lips felt, brushing over his scars, soft and smooth against the rigid skin. On his own, parting to let the sweet, low vibrato of his voice escape.

How his weight felt over him, pressing him down against the earth coaxing him with his words, pearly white teeth flashing with sharper canines than average.

Haunt me, haunt me, haunt me. Izuku seemed to repeat it over and over when he left, wanting the stinging imprint of Katsuki burned into his soul forever so he never felt alone. Never forgot.

Haunt me, Haunt me, Haunt me. Izuku wanted to remember how he looked, everything about how his eyes were like fire, setting him alight and giving him the power to run and his lips were like ambrosia wine, sweet with their intoxicating bite. How his form was shaped like granite, a marble sculpture depicting beauty with hard edges and soft curves, alabaster skin smooth and clear. How his hair spiked but curled a bit on the ends, ash scattered in his blonde locks and setting gold in his long flaxen lashes.

Haunt Me, Haunt Me, Haunt ME. Izuku wanted to forever be reminded of how he was his and Katsuki was his own. How Katsuki whispered it in his ear, over his lips, against his skin "yours, yours, yours". I am Yours and you are Mine, tethered and bound. How Katsuki showed he was his by checking up on him, taking care of him, making sure he ate, and putting little sticky notes in his analysis books or bag to remind him of things or give affirmations. How he kept his eyes protectively set on him, watching him through a crowded room as if his vision were honed on him alone. How he kept him near no matter where they went, in any way, even by the card tucked in his hero costume that was now bent and a bit bloodied on the edges.