Sea Shells ✓ (⛔)

Katsuki just wanted it to stop. All of this emptiness, all of this endless sadness. Why was it there? Why was he tortured with these feelings?

He just wanted it to stop.

So here he stood, looking down at the rope in front of him. Katsuki couldn't quite recall how he got here, how this rope tied itself, how this place existed, how he existed.

He couldn't even cry, there was nothing there. Nothing to feel, nothing to disregard. Nothing at all.

Everything was tiresome, so useless. Katsuki just wanted it to stop. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up. That's all. That's all he wanted, needed.

Standing in this spot under this tree in the freezing rain, with this rope in front of him, it was all so easy. It was right here.

A way out, it was right here.

Right here.

It would be so easy, too easy. So quick, minimal pain. It would be done in a few minutes at most. He would be free from all of this pain.

Katsuki was just so tired.

This nothing, this void, this abyss, it consumed him, tearing him apart and swallowing him whole.

The nothing, it was killing him.

So now he could stand here without a fight and make it stop. He could have the peace he always longed for.

Being a hero never was for him. Not for a selfish, violent bully like him. Not for a death-embracing shell like him. Heroes weren't empty like he was. Heroes were heroes, not useless, empty shells.

Heroes were righteous.

So he leant forward, slipping the noose over his head.

As Katsuki felt the rough texture of the rope against his skin, a sudden gust of wind blew through the trees, causing the branches to sway and raindrops to pelt his face.

It was as if nature itself was trying to intervene, to remind him of the beauty and resilience that still existed in the world around him.

If only he could bring himself to care.

For a fleeting moment, a memory flashed in his mind; a memory of laughter, of camaraderie, of moments when he felt truly alive. But just as quickly as it came, the memory faded, leaving behind a profound sense of longing and sorrow.

With a heavy heart, Katsuki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. But before he could take the final step, a voice called out to him from the darkness.

"Kacchan!"

Startled, he turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows, a figure he hadn't expected to see, a figure he had pushed away long ago.

It was Izuku Midoriya, his childhood friend and once-rival, his face etched with concern and fear.

"Please, don't do this," Izuku pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're not alone, Kacchan. We're here for you. I'm here for you"

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into Izuku's earnest gaze, "Fu- Fuck off"

"Kacchan, just come back. Come here"

It was worded more as an order than just his usual, meek tone. When Katsuki didn't respond, the boy moved closer.

"Katsuki Bakugou. Get down"

With a shaky hand, Katsuki reached up and loosened the noose around his neck, letting it slip back over his head.

He was so tired. He didn't want to breathe, to think; he didn't want to exist. Following orders seemed like the easiest choice, so he did just that.