BL ONESHOTS NO.3

²⁹⁰💔Katsuki x Izuku⁰⁹²

< not exactly a love story >

Izuku stood over the lifeless body of Bakugo, his once-friend-turned-foe. The hero who had fought so fiercely to protect the innocent, now lay defeated at Izuku's feet. Izuku's heart ached at the sight of Bakugo's broken form, but he knew that this was the only way. Bakugo had become too powerful, too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely.

Tears welled up in Izuku's eyes as he knelt beside Bakugo, cradling his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Kacchan," he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "I never wanted it to end like this."

Bakugo's eyes flickered open, a faint glimmer of recognition shining in their depths. "Deku," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Why...why did you do this?"

Izuku's heart clenched at the pain in Bakugo's voice, but he knew that he had no choice. "I had to, Kacchan. You were becoming too dangerous, too unpredictable. I couldn't let you hurt anyone else."

Bakugo's eyes searched Izuku's face, searching for some sign of remorse, but all he found was determination. And then, to his surprise, Izuku leaned in and pressed his lips to Bakugo's, a gentle, lingering kiss that spoke of sorrow and regret.

When they finally pulled apart, Bakugo stared up at Izuku with wide eyes. "Why did you...why did you kiss me?" he whispered, confusion clouding his features.

Izuku's gaze was steady as he met Bakugo's eyes. "Because I still care about you, Kacchan," he said softly. "No matter what you've done, no matter how far you've fallen, a part of me will always love you."

With those words, Izuku rose to his feet, his heart heavy with grief. He knew that he could never undo what he had done, but he hoped that in this final moment, Bakugo could understand the depth of his feelings.

As he turned to leave, Izuku whispered one last goodbye. "Goodbye, Kacchan. I will never forget you." And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind the broken body of the hero he had once called friend.

Izuku couldn't shake the image of Bakugo's lifeless form from his mind as he made his way through the darkness. His footsteps seemed to echo with the weight of his actions, each one a painful reminder of the sacrifice he had been forced to make. The memory of Bakugo's betrayal, his descent into darkness, haunted him, but Izuku knew that he had done what was necessary to protect the innocent.

But as he walked, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if there had been another way. If he could have saved Bakugo, pulled him back from the brink of becoming a villain. The guilt gnawed at Izuku's soul, a constant reminder of the bond they had once shared, the friendship that had once been their foundation.

Izuku's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rustling in the shadows, and he whirled around to find himself face-to-face with Shigaraki, the mastermind behind Bakugo's corruption. Hatred bubbled up in Izuku's chest at the sight of the villain, the one responsible for tearing them apart.

"You did well, Midoriya," Shigaraki sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I knew you had it in you to do what needed to be done. Bakugo was a lost cause, a danger to us all."

Izuku's fists clenched at his sides, his anger boiling over. "You had a hand in his downfall, Shigaraki," he growled. "You corrupted him, twisted his mind until he was no longer the person I once knew."

Shigaraki laughed a cruel sound that sent shivers down Izuku's spine. "Oh, but I merely showed Bakugo the truth, Midoriya. The truth of a world ruled by power, where the strong survive and the weak perish. He made his choice, just as you made yours."

Izuku's resolve hardened at Shigaraki's words, his determination to bring the villain to justice burning bright. But as he prepared to unleash his power, a flicker of doubt crept into his mind. Was he truly any different from Bakugo, willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good?

As the battle raged on, Izuku found himself grappling with his demons, the struggle between light and darkness playing out in his heart. And in that moment of uncertainty, a memory flashed before his eyes - a moment of laughter, of camaraderie, when Bakugo had called him "Deku" with a smile on his face.

The memory-filled Izuku with a sense of peace, a reminder of the bond they had shared, the friendship that had once defined them. And with renewed determination, Izuku fought back against Shigaraki, his powers surging with new strength.

In the end, it was Izuku who emerged victorious, Shigaraki defeated and Bakugo avenged. But as the dust settled and Izuku stood alone in the aftermath, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gripped his heart.

As he looked up at the stars above, a single tear slipped down Izuku's cheek, a silent tribute to the hero he had lost, the friend he had loved. "Goodbye, Kacchan," he whispered into the night, his voice filled with sorrow and regret. "I will never forget you." And with that, Izuku disappeared into the shadows, carrying the weight of his choices with him as he walked away, forever haunted by the memory of the hero he had been forced to kill.

As Izuku continued his journey through the darkness, his thoughts swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of his actions bore down on him heavily, the guilt and remorse eating away at his soul. He couldn't help but replay the events leading up to Bakugo's demise in his mind, each detail etched into his memory with painful clarity.

The image of Bakugo's pleading eyes as he lay on the ground, reaching out for Izuku in a last-ditch effort for redemption, haunted him. The once fiery and determined hero had been reduced to a mere shell of his former self, consumed by darkness and corruption. Izuku's heart ached at the thought of the loss of his friend, his former rival, and the knowledge that he had been the one to ultimately bring about Bakugo's downfall.

But amidst the waves of guilt and sorrow, a flicker of anger ignited within Izuku's heart. Anger at Shigaraki for manipulating Bakugo, for twisting his thoughts and leading him astray. Anger at himself for not being able to save Bakugo, for failing to reach out a helping hand when it was needed the most.

As Izuku trudged on, the darkness around him seemed to grow thicker, enveloping him in a suffocating veil of despair. The weight of the world pressed down on his shoulders, threatening to crush him under the burden of his choices. But somewhere deep within him, a glimmer of hope persisted, a small voice whispering that redemption was still possible, that he could find a way to make things right.

And so, with renewed determination, Izuku allowed the memories of Bakugo to fuel his resolve. He vowed to carry on their legacy, to honour the bond they had shared by continuing to fight for justice and truth. He would not let Bakugo's sacrifice be in vain, nor would he allow Shigaraki to go unpunished for his sins.

With each step he took, Izuku felt a newfound sense of purpose coursing through his veins. The darkness that had threatened to consume him began to recede, replaced by a glimmer of light that shone brightly in the distance. As he emerged from the shadows, the weight of his past actions lifting from his shoulders, Izuku knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With his head held high and Bakugo's memory close to his heart, Izuku stepped forward into the unknown, determined to carve out a path of redemption and justice. And as he ventured into the horizon, a single thought echoed in his mind - that no matter what trials and tribulations awaited him, he would always carry the spirit of the fallen hero within him, guiding his every step along the way.

[No.29. Hope it's okay. Bye now.]