I didn't choose THIS

Missing him

Katsuki POV:

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense as we returned to UA three days after Deku had left to go home. I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness knowing that he was no longer with us.

"I mean, it's kinda cool we were friends with one of the princes of Hell," Uraraka smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

"ARE," I snapped back, correcting her statement with a hint of frustration.

"Aww, does someone miss our little broc boi?" teased Uraraka, her playful tone not entirely masking the underlying sadness.

"Well, who here doesn't?" Kirishima asked, echoing the sentiments of many of us who had formed a bond with Deku.

"I don't," Tsuyu huffed, her words dripping with bitterness. "He nearly got us killed."

"He saved us, actually!" I growled, a small explosion sounding from my palm as I defended Deku's actions.

"FROM A DANGER HE PUT US IN!" Mineta snapped, his fear and anger evident in his voice.

"That's enough!" Aizawa's voice cut through the tension as he walked into the room, President Mic following closely behind, both of them looking furious.

"Izuku never wanted to come to UA to begin with. If anything, blame us," Mic yelled, his protectiveness for Deku clear in his words.

"And he's gone now," Aizawa added sadly, the weight of Deku's absence palpable in the room.

"Back to hell where he belongs," Tsuyu and Mineta laughed, their words stinging with callousness.

"Get out of my class!" Aizawa snapped at Tsuyu and Mineta, his usually calm demeanor giving way to a rare display of anger and frustration.

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at Aizawa, taken aback by his sudden outburst. President Mic stood beside him, his expression stern as well.

Tsuyu and Mineta exchanged nervous glances before hastily gathering their things and leaving the classroom without another word.

Aizawa took a deep breath, visibly trying to regain his composure. "I apologize for that," he said, his tone more controlled but still tinged with disappointment.

"But we will not tolerate disrespect or insensitivity towards our classmates, especially when they're not here to defend themselves."

The rest of the class nodded in understanding, the tension in the room slowly dissipating but leaving a somber atmosphere in its wake.

I contiuned to replay Dekus last words to me in my head. 

You have demon blood, so please be careful and don't get caught

The worry and urgency on his face made me realise this was more of a warning. 

You have demon blood, 

I still don't understand that one. 

I focused back on the class. It didn't matter, I never get to see him again anyway. 

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Izukus POV:

I took a deep breath, breathing in the still air of the underworld. Already missing the colours and sents of the world I just left. 

And god I missed the stars. 

I shook my head, not now. I don't have time to remeber that know. 

As I opened my wings and led the way to the castle where my father and I lived, the familiar sight of the grand structure brought a mix of emotions. Landing just outside the gates, I was greeted by the guards who bowed respectfully.

Walking with purpose, my steps brisk, I made my way to the throne room. The large doors creaked open under my touch, and I approached the figure seated on the majestic throne, my father.

Kneeling before him, I spoke with a mixture of respect and determination. "Father," I began, my voice steady yet carrying an underlying resolve, "I have returned as requested."

"Rise my son" The figure states and a stand. 

My father's eyes, a reflection of my own, studied me intently. There was a depth of emotion in his gaze, a mix of pride and concern that spoke volumes without him needing to say a word.

"You have grown stronger, my son," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "But with that strength comes greater responsibility."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "I am ready to fulfill my duties," I replied with determination, a fire burning within me to prove myself worthy of the title and responsibilities that came with being a prince of Hell.

My father's expression softened slightly, a rare gesture of warmth from him. "I have watched you from afar, and I see the potential within you," he admitted,

"So you will lead my army to the forbidden realm"

I hesitated for a moment, processing my father's request. Leading an army to the forbidden realm was no small task, and the implications of such an action weighed heavily on my mind.

However, I knew that this was a crucial moment, and my decision would shape the course of events in both realms.

"The angels are planning on invading and we can't have that happen."

"I understand the threat, Father," I responded, the weight of his words sinking in.

"But what about the people I've come to care for in the mortal realm? They are innocent and will be caught in the crossfire if we engage in a conflict with the angels."

My father's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with determination. "The safety of our realm and our people must come first," he asserted, his tone unwavering.

"But what about the balance?" I pressed, my concern for the consequences of our actions growing.

"The balance has already shifted," my father replied grimly. "The angels' actions threaten the delicate equilibrium of the realms. We must act swiftly to protect our interests and secure our position."

I struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between my duty to my realm and my desire to protect those I cared for in the mortal realm.

However, I knew that my father's decision was final, and I would have to navigate this new reality with caution and resolve.

"I will do what is necessary," I stated finally, a sense of determination settling within me. "But I will also seek to minimize collateral damage and protect those who are innocent."

My father nodded, a hint of approval in his gaze. "That is all I ask, my son. Be strong and lead with wisdom."

I nod "Then I shall take my leave."

"Oh and son"

I turn to my father.

"Remeber to feed. I can feel your weakness now and we cannot have that."