Ashes of the Deceived. (Izuku Midoriya x reader.)

Bonus Chapter pt. 10-True Ending.

—First Person POV.—

Five years.

That's how long it's been since that day.

And throughout that timespan I've chosen to live my life—not just going through the motions or simply working myself to the bone just to get by like I'd grown accustomed to.

I found a way to actually live.

My early twenties were some of the funnest years— Is that even a word? Funnest? I'm not sure, I only did get to graduate high school, so who cares?

Back on track—these past years have been filled with an amazing cycle of hanging out with my friends, hunting down ghosts to feed the one in my knife, and dedicating my time to the dead boy I'd chosen to fall for.

I stopped keeping track of my kills a while ago but if I had a resume I bet it'd be about a novel long with names I couldn't really take the time to remember anymore.

A part of me did hope my dad was proud I'd passed his sum.

Maybe I'll be able to ask him soon?

During the first three years, I'd felt only occasionally tired or worn out—but as of recently, my body's been weakening bit by bit.

And I was only really made aware of it when I tried opening a hot salsa jar for a certain ash-blonde— Who was barking at me the entire time about being hungry.

In short, the jar did not budge and got tossed at a nearby wall.. Which did leave a weird stain in my mom's house, and in my defense, I was aiming for the fat ass demon who couldn't wait a couple of minutes for his nasty spicy snack.

Speaking of fat ass— We were able to make a schedule that kept Katsuki from trying to eat us. He got close about seven times I think?

At least he's finally figured out what apologizing is, sadly, it's not a verbal one but in the form of leaving leaking ghost limbs on our doorstep every other night.

How nice.

Other than that.. I think that when you know your life is slowly coming to an end, you find more value in it.

And that's just about all the wisdom I've concluded over these last years. For the past few months, the ideals just become more prominent—when my energy dwindled until I was finally bedridden.

I retired and handed Katsuki over to Eri, the little hunter-in-training who I knew would be supervised by Aizawa until she was capable of going on hunts alone.

Plus, having an extra hand or claws would probably be helpful—even if there's a good ten percent chance he'll turn on her the moment he doesn't get fed.

She should be fine.. Especially with that other hunter she's been hanging around, Kota Izumi, I think's his name?

I only really remember the kid because he punched Izuku in his no-no area when they first met—which, is a little understandable since he's technically a ghost and Kota was just attacking like a smart boy.

Plus it was also funny as hell.

I wasn't able to help him up because I was busy laughing too hard and completely baffled that that did more damage than the time Jirou tried whacking him over the head with her bat.

I let out a snicker at the thought and feel Izuku pressing his cheek into my hand—those emerald eyes staring upwards to meet mine "You're so beautiful.." He murmurs, a familiar softness in his tone.

"Oh, shut up," I huff, slipping my hand back and batting at his handsome face with what little energy I have left "I'm on my deathbed, stop being so sappy."