—Author's POV
Bakugo kept washing his face, letting the cold water fill his palms over and over again.
The tears slowly stopped flowing while the cold long reached his bones, but he didn't really care since it felt good.
Nice and refreshing even though he has always prefer warm over cold.
How weird it is...
It felt nice, almost abnormal for him to feel that way regarding to cold except when it comes to drinks or icecream of course.
He stood up.
Staring at himself in the mirror.
Water dripping from his eyebrows...
From his lashes...
His nose...
Lips...
And chin.
He run his cold wet hands through his spikes somewhat pushing them back while staring at himself.
"So ugly..." he mumbled.
"What a sad thing to say about yourself...."
Bakugo felt his heart drop down to his stomach as his eyes focused on him in the mirror.
"No... not again..." the blond whispered, panic building inside of his belly as he could see Midoriya again.
He glance over to the door since that's where he is standing in the mirror.
"What now? You hate me that much? Getting sick just from seeing me?" Midoriya asked, his back leaned against the door as his hands are hiding in his trousers pocket staring at Bakugo.
"You're not real... you're not... just..." he mumbled staring at Midoriya who raise a brow staring at the blond.
"Not real?" Midoriya asked, his head tilting to the side a bit.
"Shit... that's right, I should just-just ignore you then you *Gulp* you will disappear..." Bakugo mumbled to himself.
He definitely looks crazy and his words are adding to it.
His body tremble as the water drip from his chin, he stare at the floor with a distant look in his eyes.
Like someone who's on the edge, on the edge of losing his mind completely.
Just one single small step...
And it's all over!
"Oho! So you're so sick in the head that you think am a hallucination?"
A loud sinister cheery voice asked, a weird smile accompanying his amused voice.
Midoriya's sudden loudness made the blond flinch and grip one of his own wrists tightly while he did not dare to look up.
The smile slowly drop and disappear from Midoriya's lips while he stare at the ash blond who wouldn't look up to meet his eyes.
He pushed himself off from the door and took a step, once again making the blond flinch.
His steps echoed in the quiet bathroom, his steps resonating back from the white tiles that cover the walls and floor.
As the blond sense him getting closer he stepped back.
He thought it would be for the best if he won't be swooped away by his sickness...
His imagination...
His hallucination that would wrap around him and sway him deeper down into the abyss of his freak show that his mind created.
"S-stop..."
Bakugo whispered, tears swelling up in the corner of his eyes as the sound of steps continued.
The air turning sinister as he could feel the none existing presence get closer to him.
"No..."
He whispered again as the tears rolled down.
'I don't-I can't do this! I need to stay where Izuku is!' Bakugo desperately thought gripping his wrist only thinking about Izuku.
All he wanted was to stay in reality with Izuku, but if he keeps doing this then he will disappear and he will be dragged far, far away from his love.
"Just... JUST DISAPPEAR ALREADY!"
Bakugo screamed, his throat burn and so did his cheeks from his tears that collide with the water on his skin.
The noises all stopped and it was quiet.
Bakugo felt like he could breath again and a small hopeful smile appeared on his lips not hearing the foot steps anymore.
'It worked!' He thought excitedly.
Finally, if he can keep doing this then he maybe still has a chance with his love!
He slowly look up with that relived, calm expression mixed with a tinny bit of happiness on his face.
Though his face quickly mortified as his eyes met dark green ones staring at him...
His body froze as that pair of dark green murderous eyes stare at him.
Midoriya.
He stood front of him.
Leaned forward, his face about ten inches from Bakugo's face.
His eyes dark and ominous.
Like some ghostly soulless horror is staring at him.
Chills ran through the blond body as he stare at Midoriya.
The only reason he could recognise the boy is thanks to his freckles and dark green curls... nothing else.
His eyes stare at him like he want's to kill him, torture him and watch him in agony.
As if Midoriya had grown up locked away in a basement where his only job was to kill, kill and kill.
And Bakugo is next.
His next victim.
His next work.
Midoriya slowly tilt his head to the side staring at Bakugo who could only gulp in fear.
"You think... you think am not real... dear Bakugo Katsuki, huh?"
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