they were in a warzone, heroes and villains scattered everywhere, blood, explosions, and cries of pain can be seen in the place. there was fire everywhere, broken houses and buildings. shoto was scanning the place fast hoping to see the person he's been searching for, until he heard his name being called by the very familiar voice.
"sho!"
the voice yelled making shoto look back only to have terror in his eyes. there he saw y/n his lover being held captive by all for one. his fingers wrapped around the girl's neck as she tried fighting back trying to catch her breath and break free but it was no use. shoto also saw how all for won took his lover's quirk, a long with her breath. he felt his body froze as his knees gave up, kneeling down with bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief as he starred at the body of his lover that all for one had just dropped.
the murderer already left the scene which snapped shoto from daze. he ran towards her limp body as he held her tight, her skin felt ice cold when touched. emitting heat from his left side as he embraced her tightly placing her head on the crook of her neck. she wasn't breathing anymore, there was no pulse, it was over, the color of her once rosy face was now drained.
hot tears ran down his eyes as he cries creasing her cheeks. he couldn't believe it, he wasn't ready yet. he felt like it was all his fault, why did it have to end up like this? he didn't know, he was devastated and frustrated. if only he had move to save her then there could've had a small chance for her to escape from all for one's grip.
"it was all my fault. i'm sorry, i'm sorry my love"
"it was all my fault"
"my fault"
"sh-, it was all your fault"
"sho-"
"shot-"
"shoto"
"shoto"
"shoto, wake up your crying... again" shoto opened his eyes followed by a loud gasp as he panted heavily and wiped his cheeks. his sister fuyumi, just patted her younger brohther's back for comfort not knowing what to do.
"i'll go out, i'll be back in a while"
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"i have a letter" the boy says as he reached y/n's former home. placing the letter the pink mailbox with the name l/n y/n engraved on it. he also went to her grave with a bouquet of pink camellia knowing that you love studying about what flowers symbolizes.
i wrote another letter for you again, i hope you don't get sick of me writing something for you everyday. i also miss you... everyday. how are you doing up there? is it peaceful? i'm glad that you won't be in any kind of pain anymore. i'm sorry if the contents of my letters are starting to repeat over and over again. i really miss you so much my love, i love you. also, i brought some pink camellia for you, because i'm longing for you now that you're not here my love.
ps : shoto.
