MHA Oneshots // Good Grammar Guaranteed

Write a story that includes someone saying, "Be careful what you wish for."

"Pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"

Back then, it had left his mouth so easily. But when it happened, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

He could still see the splattered red on the concrete - it even got on his uniform. He only faintly recalled blinding red and blue lights, and an ear-piercing siren. It was as if his brain blocked out everything else that occurred but that horrifying scene that engraved itself into his head. For months after that, he could still smell death on himself, and metallic blood on his hands even when Katsuki hadn't dared to touch Deku's body.

Bakugo didn't try to communicate with anyone after that; he shut himself in his room all day after coming back from school, which worried his parents greatly. His mother was the one to break the news to him. Midoriya Izuku had died. The frail boy's body couldn't have survived a fall like that, and Katsuki knew it, but he never wanted to accept it.

"They found something that you might want to have, Katsuki," she'd warmly said after a tight embrace. Gently pushing a letter in his hands, she left the room, leaving him by himself. By himself with that letter.

Before he could even read the letter, his hands trembled, Bakugo knew what this was.

'かっちゃん', in his handwriting. Of course it was from him, no one else called him that endearing nickname. Katsuki couldn't bring himself to open it at first. With great care, he placed it on his bedside table and picked up a notebook. Frowning, he opened it to the front page, the name 'ALL MIGHT', and Deku's impressive sketch of the hero welcoming Bakugo into the book.

He spent the next few minutes mindlessly flicking through the pages. The writings stopped around the middle of the notebook, which made his heart sink. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest, it was hard to breathe. Deep down, he knew why he hadn't opened the letter yet. Bakugo Katsuki, the confident, strong, perfect soon-to-be hero, was trying to prevent the inevitable. He knew that, once he opened that letter, it would become real. And Deku would truly be gone.

Knock, knock, knock.

A throbbing pain coursed through Bakugo's head as he picked it up from the table. The hues from the striking pink sky warned that the sun was going to rest soon, and night was about to fall. A breeze that had gotten through the slightly ajar window played with his hair. Shrinking back into his large scarf, he felt his body tremble and goose bumps appear along his bare arms.

A low voice disturbed his tranquillity, "Bakugo, you need to get going back to the dorms now."

"Oh, it's you," he looked around the room, noting that everyone had left. "What time is it?"

"Half past four," Aizawa started to pack his things from the desk, "How are your studies going?"

Katsuki left the room, yelling out to his teacher, "Don't chat to me!"

He had fallen asleep during last period, he cursed under his breath, he didn't mean to do that. Should he get notes from one of the annoying brats? The pink girl, maybe, or the guy with that shitty hair? Groaning, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He tried to ignore the way that his scarf was rubbing his neck was irritating him, or the way that his blouse clung to his body made him resist the urge to be sick. Even though he had felt cold in the classroom, he now felt like he could melt into a puddle onto the floor. Why?

During the uncomfortable journey to the dorms, he froze. The temperature in the hallway dropped dramatically.
Bakugo couldn't stop his teeth from chattering. It just felt wrong. Something felt wrong. "A-are you bastards pranking me, again?" he sighed. And, was that somebody behind him?

He wanted to turn around but his feet were glued to the floor. It happened again. This feeling he hated: this feeling of helplessness and weakness. He was unable to move, was he that much of a Deku? Like before, everything he wanted to say, to shout, to scream couldn't get out of his mouth and had spiky edges that scratched his throat unpleasantly. Kacchan had just the amount of strength to whisper, "Leave me alone."

With that, he was finally able to take off to the dorms. Once he got in, he rushed passed all his classmates gathered in the common area and rushed straight to his room. Kacchan hadn't let himself stop for even a moment, his body was moving on its own accord. It flew open his desk, almost ripping it off its hinges, and grabbed the letter.

'Dear Kacchan,

You've always been someone I've looked up to. When you were my friend, and even when you turned your back on me, and made yourself an enemy.

These will be my last words, so please cherish them.

I believe in you, I know you will enter UA and become the greatest hero Japan has ever seen. You must be scoffing at this, I know you've never wanted my opinion, or cared for it anyway. But, I still think it's important if I let you know this one last time.

You were my friend once.

I still yearn for your friendship, I miss what we had when we were younger: an unbreakable bond. You know, you're really cool, I admire you. I admire everything about you. Have you noticed we're complete opposites? As in, you have a cool quirk, I'm quirkless. You've got all these friends and I've got none. Speaking of them, do you even really care about them? Ah, sorry, I'm asking all these questions and I'm not even going to be there to get the answers to them. It's just that both you and I know that none of them are going to get into UA.

Oh yeah, about that. Make sure to tell me all about the new friends you make once you get into high school. Only if you want to though. I'll be watching you from heaven or hell or whatever there is waiting for me in the afterlife, and I won't ever truly rest until I see you achieve your dream.

That's the least you can do for me, right? After all, you caused all this pain and suffering. Wasn't it you that nicknamed me the 'Deku', useless and getting-in-the-way? It's hard to forgive you, when, if it weren't for you, this probably wouldn't have happened. So, achieve the goal that we were going to achieve together, for me, since I'm unable to do so.

I wonder, if I don't end my life, what will become of it? Would I become a police man? Would I just be a normal civilian?

Sorry if it kinda seems like I'm rambling - I haven't planned this letter at all, and I'm just writing whatever comes to mind. I haven't even drafted it, and personally, I can't even be bothered to look over it, so yeah.

Even though I hate you, you'll always be number 1 in my heart.'

"I wish you were alive. I wish you were here to congratulate me in person," Bakugo said, voice unstable and speaking to nobody in particular, "You would have loved it here. You and pink cheeks would have definitely become best friends, and knowing you, you'd have made friends with everybody. No enemies, no harm."

Putting the letter down, he let his heartbeat calm down. Katsuki lied down in bed, opening an app. "A body has been found in the Musutafu area, painted in the 32-year-old's blood was a message on a concrete wall beside him. 'Be careful what you wish for, -デ'. The current suspects include..."

Kacchan laughed, what a coincidence. デ? As in...

He stopped laughing.

...As in デク.

I know that this technically wasn't what the prompt said to do but whatevs.