The pro heroes tried to comfort me after I told him what I thought he did.
“Leave me alone, dammit! Go find him!” I yelled.
The pro heroes didn’t have a reason to argue with me, so they went and continued the search.
I tried to move my body.
But it wouldn’t listen to me.
I sat on the swingset, holding the strand of Deku’s hair deep in my fist.
“Izuku.. You damned nerd.” I mutter.
My brain was foggy, all that I could think about was the nerd. Why the fuck is that?
“Bakugo!”
An image of the nerd’s stupid face came to my mind.
“Bakugo!!!”
I really hope he didn’t…
“BAKUGO!!!”
I looked up at the person yelling at me.
“WE FOUND MIDORIYA, COME HERE!!”
Although their tone wasn’t happy, the sentence made me react quicker than ever, as I shot over to where the person was.
When he came into my view, my life ended.
My heart stopped beating.
And time stopped. Literally.
…
Izuku.
…
…
his body..
was covered in blood
and his hair…
his beautiful green hair…
It was drenched in his own blood.
No wonder I didn’t spot him from above.
I wouldn’t have been able to tell it was him, if I couldn’t see his freckles.
…
his body was splattered on the ground.
his beautiful body… was ruined.
He jumped
He really jumped.
…
THIS WAS MY FAULT.
It's all my fault. If I never told him to do that. If I never bullied him. If I never looked down on him. If I never had called him weak. If I would’ve just shown him how I really felt. None of this, would’ve ever happened.
My legs couldn’t hold my dead soul, which caused me to fall to the ground.
I also hadn’t noticed that my eyes were overflowing with an endless stream of tears.
Those tears stung my face.
My eyes stung. From this inevitable image.
This image was forever to stay in my memory, until I died.
This image stung the inside of my head, as if it was applied by a branding iron that was heated up by the sun.
Someone was holding me up so I wouldn’t fall over, but my eyes didn’t move away from Izuku’s corpse.
I screamed as loud as my lungs could let me, as if doing this would bring him back.
Everything was blurry but it was the image of Izuku that caused my heart to explode with regret.
There was no word to describe how much pain this caused me.
“You have already experienced this, haven’t you Izuku? You have lost many people already, and you have felt more pain than I ever had. You were always ahead of me. You are not weak. You were never weak. Izuku, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry. Come back. I need you. I NEED YOU!”
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Bkdk: The loop of hell
Short Story(Short story) Deku hasn't been acting himself recently. Bakugo doesn't seem to care until Deku goes missing a few days after. Bakugo, along with a handful of pro heros, and students all go looking for Midoriya. They spend the whole week looking for...
