Heaven's Echo, Hell's Embrace

The best part of me was you

Flashback.

The cold wind cut through my thin jacket as I huddled in the corner of the dark alley, trying to make myself as small as possible.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten in days.

The city lights cast long shadows, and the bustling sounds of the streets made me feel even more alone.

I pulled my knees to my chest, wishing for the warmth of a home I never had.

The world felt so big, and I felt so tiny and lost in it.

My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I buried my face in my arms, hoping sleep would come and take me away from the hunger and the cold.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The voice was soft, almost hesitant.

I looked up and saw a boy around my age, maybe a bit younger. He had striking two-toned hair, half white and half red, and mismatched eyes that looked at me with genuine concern.

He was dressed warmly in a coat that looked expensive, his small hands clutching a paper bag.

"Y-yeah," I lied, wiping my eyes quickly. "I'm fine."

He stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face. "What's your name?"

"Izuku," I mumbled, shivering. "Izuku Midoriya."

He smiled a little, and it was the kind of smile that made you feel like everything might be okay.

"I'm Shoto. Shoto Todoroki."

Shoto crouched down and held out the paper bag. "Here, I have extra food. My dad won't miss it."

I hesitated, my pride warring with my hunger.

But the delicious smell wafting from the bag was too tempting. I took it with trembling hands, whispering a heartfelt, "Thank you."

As I devoured the food, Shoto sat next to me, his eyes never leaving my face. "Why are you out here alone?"

I swallowed a mouthful of bread, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don't have anywhere else to go."

Shoto's expression softened, and he placed a small hand on my shoulder. "That's not right. No one should be alone."

For the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as alone as I thought.

We sat there in the alley, two boys from completely different worlds, sharing a moment of kindness in the darkness.

"Shoto, do you think...do you think we'll ever see each other again?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me with those mismatched eyes, and for a moment, I saw a flash of sadness. "I hope so, Izu. I really do."

We both knew that the chances were slim, but in that moment, we clung to the possibility. Sho stayed with me long after the food was gone, sharing in small conversations that made my heart pound with warmth.

When he finally had to leave, he gave me one last smile and a promise.

"I'll find you again someday, Izuku. I promise."

As I watched him walk away, his figure blending into the shadows, I held onto that promise like a lifeline. It was a small, fragile hope, but it was enough to keep me going.

Flashback end ;-;

It was happening again.

As I held Sho's head in my lap tears ran down my cheeks splashing onto his paling face. 

"I h-have one request" Shoto whispered.

I nod my head wiping the tears away. 

"You kill that bastard" Sho said his voice firm "Don't let him do this to anyone ever again"

"He's not making it out of here alive" I snarl. 

"One more t-thing" He muttered, 

"Please don't hate me" 

I look down at him, locking eyes with him. 

"I forgive you Sho," 

Now it was Shoto's turn to cry, large tears ran done his face and he reached a shakey hand up to pull the earpeice from my ear. 

"Katsuki Bakugo can you hear me" He said after he attached it to his ear.

"Loud and clear half' and half" I heard Kats rough voice reply.

"You take care of my Izuku" Sho coughed

"Of course I will you bastard" 

"If you hurt him I will haunt you"

"Try it buddy" 

Shoto put the earpeice back on my ear and gave me one last smile. 

"I'll find you again someday, Izuku. I promise."

Then once more, I held the body of my best friend. 

I laid him on the ground gentley and stood seeing that Dabi only had Shigaraki left. 

"Dabi back off hes mine" My words were laced with vemon. 

I took out my dagger as stalked towards the blue hair freak. 

Dabi stepped back with a nod moving to his brothers body. 

"Oh I'm terrified" Shigaraki mocked as I approached.

I laughed in a cold voice. 

"You should be" 

Shigaraki's smirk faltered as I closed the distance between us, the gleam of my dagger catching the dim light.

The air around us seemed to thicken with tension, each step I took resonating with a promise of retribution.

"You talk big for someone who's about to die," Shigaraki sneered, his hands twitching.

I moved quickly, my body a blur as I lunged at him.

He barely had time to react, his fingers grazing the air where I had been a moment ago. My dagger sliced through his coat, drawing a thin line of blood on his chest.

Shigaraki hissed in pain, backing away as I pressed my advantage. "What's wrong, Shigaraki? Feeling the fear yet?" I taunted, my voice a deadly whisper.

He lunged at me, but I sidestepped, driving the hilt of my dagger into his side.

The blow knocked the wind out of him, and he stumbled. I didn't give him a moment to recover, following up with a swift kick to his knee, sending him to the ground.

As he tried to scramble away, I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. "This is for every life you've destroyed," I said, my voice devoid of mercy.

I drove the dagger into his shoulder, twisting it slowly.

Shigaraki's scream echoed through the empty space, a symphony of his suffering.

Blood poured from the wound, staining his clothes and the ground beneath us. He clawed at me, but his strength was waning.

I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear.

"I'm going to make sure you feel every second of this," I whispered.

I withdrew the dagger and stabbed again, this time in his thigh, avoiding any major arteries to prolong his agony.

Each thrust of the blade was methodical, calculated to inflict maximum pain without a quick death.

Shigaraki's defiance crumbled with each scream, his body convulsing in agony. "Please," he gasped, his voice broken and desperate. "Just end it."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the fear and realization of his impending doom. "You don't deserve mercy," I said coldly.

I delivered the final blow, plunging the dagger into his heart.

Shigaraki's body went limp, his eyes glazing over as the life drained out of him. I stood over him, breathing heavily, the blood-soaked dagger still in my hand.

Dabi approached, his eyes scanning the aftermath. "Lets take Shoto home," he said quietly.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on Shigaraki's lifeless form.

"Not your home, I made that mistake once" I replied, my voice hollow. 

He nodded and moved aside and I walked over to lift Sho into my arms once more.