Mha Oneshots [Bnha]

[BakuDeku] Until it's gone

"Deku..."

Katsuki stared up at the building, the sight of green hair blowing in the wind tightening the evergrowing knot in his stomach.

"I didn't mean it. Get down." He tried to scream. To yell at the green head and get him to come down but all that escaped from his throat was a pathetic whisper.

"Deku, please. Don't jump."

One foot left the ledge, the bottom of Midoriya's red shoe visible to the world below. His body began to lean forward, slowly followed by the sight of his bright yellow backpack.

Katsuki tried to move. To run forward and catch him, to use his explosions to propel himself in the air and grab Midoriya's falling body, to do fucking something, but he was stuck. His feet seemed to be glued to the ground and he couldn't move.

Why couldn't he fucking move?

Green hair, a yellow backpack, and a scorched notebook, all covered in crimson. Covered in blood. Midoriya's blood.

"No..."

"NO!"

Katsuki bolted upright, his quirk setting off a loud boom in his room. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest and he could feel the adrenaline flowing through his veins. His eyes darted across the room, trying to find the source of his anxiety but as expected he came up empty-handed. It was always like this.

Katsuki closed his eyes, lowering his hands into his lap and trying to steady his breathing.

In. Hold for a few seconds. And out.

Rinse repeat.

Over and over until he didn't feel like he was actively being chased.

In a sense, it was like that though. He was being chased, hunted, haunted, call it whatever you want. He was actively being plagued by the nightmares of Midoriya's death.

His suicide.

And it was all Katsuki's fault.

If he could go back to that day, 6 months ago when he told Midoriya to 'take a swan dive off the roof', Katsuki would take back everything he had said.

But of course, he couldn't. He was stuck in the present, haunted by the vision of Midoriya's bloody body on the pavement. Haunted by the regret and the guilt.

If he wasn't so tired right now, he'd probably cry.

Katsuki brought his hands up to drag them down his face, turning his head to look at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 4 am. Great.

With a sigh, he threw his covers to the side and got out of bed, intent on going for an early morning jog. It usually helped to clear his mind for a while.

His bare feet padded on the floor as he crossed the room to turn his bedroom light on. As he reached for the switch a voice stopped him.

"Kacchan, leave it."

...

No...

No way.

There was only one person on this godforsaken earth that called him that.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Katsuki turned around, hand still hovering mid-air as he turned to face the source of the voice.

And sure enough, there he was. In all his glory, with his messy green hair, and his freckles, and his stupid T-shirt that read 'T-shirt', and a pair of All Might shorts.