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31. "Final Exams: Unfortunate Misfortune of You!"

The silent crackling of fire resides in the darkness, blue embers abnormally dancing within the palm of a certain azure eyed male. A young female stood next to him, weary, dull [eye color] eyes she held. 

“...” Your voice trembled, your lips quivering. You were speaking incoherent words, your eyes laced with tears threatening to pour out for the thousandth time that very day. “How did it come to this?” You had not taken your pills, considering it was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, the only resolution would be to get new ones from the doctor that somewhat understands your special conditions. Your hands flew over your eyes, a small sob escaping your cold lips. It was a way to block out the hallucinations, a result from using your atomic manipulation. “Why does it have to be… me…?” You saw the figures of them right in front of you, the red flames of doom. And god, did you miss them.

“... I don't know, Erebus.” The male replied, still entertaining himself with the sapphire flames. A small sigh from his nose, and he looked at you with pity.

Genuine remorse.

Sympathy. 

From a villain of all.

Now, how did it all come to… this?

-

“I'm sorry,” you say, a look filled with sorrow in your face. “But at least one of my classmates is supposed to know I'm going to die, y'know? Maybe I drop dead randomly, or—”

“You better fucking not, I'll kill you myself!” A sparky blond, the person you did not really want to tell, however you were walking home and you happened to just be following him, and so that somehow led to a rather lively argument and you dropped a trauma inducing bomb onto him to win a pointless point. “Do ya hear me, you damn memory loss bitch?!”

“That's mean,” you frowned, crossing your arms. Bakugou was not supposed to be the one you told. It was going to be Midoriya, however… things changed a little bit. 

“What's meaner is you dropping dead,” he scoffed, an odd tone to him you were not used to seeing. His red eyes gleamed in the setting sun. “Can't have you dying on me before we rematch.”

“Seriously? You're still on about that?”

“Damn straight!”

A hearty laugh, your shoulders shaking as he quietly looked at you, his mannerisms not going too well with how he usually acts. There was something greatly off about him, and perhaps the reason was because you told him you would die before you hit thirty.

“[Surname], you're not going to actually die, right? You're just playing some weird fuckin’ joke, right?” Bakugou tried to clarify again, his doubts sinking within him even further.

“... I'm going to die,” you repeat yourself quietly, but just enough for him to hear. “I-I don't know how, I mean… I kind of know when, but… whether it's painless or painful… I have no idea, y'know…?” Slow paused, your breath hitching. You felt the urge to suddenly cry, however you focused on trying to reassure yourself that whatever you were telling Bakugou was not the truth.

Deny until you die is your motto. 

Not believing this was actually happening to you felt oddly familiar. Like this happened in this specific world before. 

The silence was heavy, suffocating. Your eyes darted for a silent way to simply get out of the thick air. 

“... Can we go back to arguing about croissants now?” You ask, uncomfortable with the current atmosphere that was suddenly hurting your aching heart. Maybe you never realized how attached you had gotten to these people— these classmates of yours. It was a given you do not know them all like you once did prior, however the feelings were all the same, as if it was natural.