You Suck Deku

3 - The Pitter Patter

The door slams shut as he gets into the car, some water drops falling inside. He folds his arms and gets somewhat comfortable in the back seat. 

He watches from the rain covered window as the priest continues his prayer, his mouth moving as his eyes close. Those assholes got what they deserved, so he doesn't feel bad about what he did, but still... 

It's what Deku would have wanted. 

The crowd is surrounding the front of the priest, but he assumes Deku's casket is being lowered into the hole dug into the ground. They hadn't even put his tombstone in yet, so for now, its just a plot of dirt. 

His heart stings and he grips the bottom of the seat. It's not like he deserves to see Deku like this, but not seeing it is like having to come up with a thousand different images in his head. 

How does the wood look? 

Is it smooth as he goes down? 

Are the flowers being thrown in right? 

What if something goes wrong? 

His mind races and as the sound of rain muffles the noises outside of the car, he takes a deep breath and puts his head back. 

In that big box of wood, Deku is nothing but bones and flesh. A shell of a person that used to be here. There is no light in his eyes or warmth in his smile. He'll be eaten by bugs and his life will be over before it even started. 

And it isn't even Deku's fault. 

It's his. 

Because he is the one who pushed him to do it. He's the one who told him to do it. Without him, Deku would still be around, his smile would still be warm, and Katsuki wouldn't have to talk about him in the past tense. 

Those two idiots are probably posting a ton of shit about his funeral, cracking jokes and laughing with other dumbasses. 

Katsuki almost dies in shame thinking about how he used to hang out with people like that. 

Then he instantly apologizes to the person that is being buried only a couple feet away from him. Just a figure of speech Deku, don't lose your shit. 

He sits there for a couple more minutes, watching blankly as people hug each other, shake inkos hand and mutter apologizes or whatever. Some even awkwardly hold their hands toward the car to Katsuki, to which he flips them off. 

He had never even seen these people before in his whole life and he seriously doubts Deku had either. Maybe distant relatives or something. 

Even then, only three people who really mattered showed up. 

Inko stares at the freshly filled grave for a moment before turning away, a fresh wave of tears coming to her eyes. Katsuki wonders if she will ever stop crying after losing Deku. 

Mitsuki holds her by the arm gently, leading her to the car. Masaru gets into the driver's seat, starting the car. The engine roars, and Katsuki watches it all silently. 

His dad gives him a look from the rear-view mirror, his eyes bloodshot from behind his glasses. Deku was like another son to him and that's probably how his mom feels. 

It was hard for all three of them. 

Mitsuki gets inko into the car, which is somewhat difficult given how shaky the both of them are, but they manage it and Mitsuki shuts the door. 

Inko looks at him, her green eyes a lightly paler shade then normal. Deku's eyes did that. It was weird, how they would change slightly in the sun if you paid attention. 

She sniffs and holds his hand in hers, the scarred skin of her hand against Katsuki's. 

"That was a beautiful eulogy, Katsuki. Iz-" 

Her voice is already so weak and soft, but it breaks when she tries to say his name. 

"He would have loved it." 

He squeezes her hand back slightly and pulls it away. She smiles softly at him and Mitsuki shuts the car door, inside. She looks drained, pissed, depressed, and done all at once. She stares straight ahead, and his dad starts the car. 

The wheels crunch on the rocky road as they pull out of the cemetery. There is a sign at the exit. It is worn down and barely legible, the rust and wind chipping away at the letters. 

'May Your Loved Ones Spirit Follow You Forever' 

Katsuki can't decide if that's comforting or creepy as they pass it. The thought of Deku's spirit clinging to him even in death sends chills down his spine. Creepy Deku would be absolutely pleased with himself. 

Though at least he would be there. 

The drive back to Aunt Inkos house is as silent and still as the drive to the funeral. The only difference is, Katsuki has a bruised cheek and knuckles. 

He doesn't really know what time it is since he had left his phone at home in a rush to get to the service on time, but it feels like he's been here for years. 

The day feels long and draining, though he knows it's only just the beginning of the afternoon. He watches the rain race down the glass of the window, pooling together to make bigger and faster droplets. 

He remembers when they were little, him and Deku would choose a raindrop and watch to see whose would reach the end of the window first. 

Katsuki had always won. 

They pull up to Auntie Inkos house, and Katsuki's eyes instantly land on the window of Deku's room. He can't make up much except for a colorful poster. Probably an all might one. Masaru parks the car and they both get out. 

He doesn't want to go inside, and as inko and Mitsuki step out of the car, rushing to go in, he turns. With one last look at his dad, who nods, he begins to walk in the opposite direction. 

He's getting soaked, but his house is only a couple minutes away. 

He could have visited anytime he wanted.