MHA X Depressed Reader

~The Final Chapter~

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white light. It wasn't like the stories I've heard. I wasn't reincarnated. I wasn't in heaven. And I wasn't in hell. I was just in a white void. But I fell at peace. Free of any guilt or harm or trauma that I had previous. I knew that this would be gone soon, so I didn't know why it was happening. That was until I saw something. My school. UA. I remember now. I died in combat when I wasn't myself. My classmates, class 1A, was outside. Everybody was wearing black. But why? Whatever. I was seeing got closer to the group and I could see that everybody was crying or fighting back tears. Is this... for me? None of them really like me. So why were they all there at the front was a picture. A large picture, of me. There were flowers and a podium next to that picture. Then the center, was a large coffin, the front half was open, and I could see my face, I looked, not like myself. They made me pretty. Dressed me up, did my hair, even did some makeup on my face. But it isn't how I remembered myself. A TV was on the other side of my coffin, and it played photos of me throughout my childhood. There were five people in the front row who seemed the most hurt. What were the names again? 

The pink hair, her name was Mina. She was kind, brave, and the best girlfriend I could ever have. Next was her was somebody with red hair. But it looks like it was dyed. The roots of his hair were black. Kirishima. The manliest person I know. A kind hearted soul who fought with me until I got to be too much. I apologize for that. Next was a black haired man. Tall but his hands were covering his face. Why can't I remember his face? I knew that I affected him the most in a negative way. I remember now, Sero, my Spider-Man. The person who would always make Spider-Man references with me. The person who would make me a small trampoline with this tape. Next was somebody with blonde hair. The ends were spiky, but the rest of it was flat. Was that...Bakugo? He looked different. He looked pale, less muscular, and his hair drooped down. I haven't seen him like this since he went to his internship. He looks like he's in pain. He's the one that saw me and tried to fix me at my worst but eventually I got to be too much. Finally the yellow haired one. The one that I cared about the most. The one who stuck with me through all the hard times the one who loved me like I was a part of his family. We would stay up late sometimes just talking. Other times, he would hold me if I didn't feel OK. Why can't I remember his name out of all of them. He had an electricity quirk, he wasn't very smart, and he was a first person I run to whenever something happened. He still would be. What was his name? The lightning bolt in his hair. Kaminari. My best friend. All of them are crying except for him. He had his chin held high. He was biting his lower lip. Pain, the best way to fight off tears. A man with long black hair stepped up to the podium. 

My teacher, who said a few words about me. How I was as a student, as a friend, and as a daughter. He was so nice about it, but I know that none of that was true. He allowed other students to go up and say things about me. A few kids went up sharing. One thing that they found nice about me. Nice memories perhaps or a funny joke that I told him on the way to class. But nothing really meaningful. At the end the people on the front got up. 

It was a red haired one. He stepped up to the podium and gripped it hard to the point of where his hands were as solid as a rock, and his fingertips were digging into the bottom of it. Tears rushed down his face as he explained that he was the one who did this to me. I don't hate him for it, I love him for it. Not romantically, but platonically. He took me out of my misery. The long nights of no sleep, the urge to feel my skin open, the blood rushed down my shell of a body, wishing to be ripped apart from the world. He explained how sorry he is, and shared some stories of the best times that we've ever had and once he stepped down, he sunk into his hands, sobbing loudly for everyone to hear. 

Next was the blonde. He stepped up to the podium and wiped his tears away. The first thing he said was that he didn't want anybody to see him cry. Especially after somebody who didn't deserve to die. Somebody who fought so hard to live and earned That privilege, he shared how he bought me so many plushy with his friends, and how they comforted me and the time of need. How he stopped me when I possibly could've killed myself earlier. He shared how much I truly meant to him. That's when he broke down in tears, and he had to excuse himself for the rest of the event. I know where he went though, he went somewhere in the back with his mom, and he cried with her and his father.