"I long for our souls To be so deeply intertwined,
That Death himself would weep when faced with the thought Of separating us."
-dd
Bound by blood-red threads of Fate, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo find themselves trapped in a relentless cycle o...
Since the first star blinked awake, philosophers in every point in time—Babylonian sky-watchers, Greek philosophers, medieval alchemists, all the way to the quantum physicists—have argued the same riddle.
Does the universe write our endings in stone, or do we rewrite its margins across a thousand parallel reflections?
Some universes begin with a bang. This one begins with two heartbeats that aren't where they belong.
There is a quiet, cosmic humor in the way Fate folds paper cranes. Fate creases one universe after another, lining them up like dominoes, then flicks a finger just to hear the shatter echo across infinity.
And always—always—two cranes fall the hardest.
A boy who was born to break himself for everyone else. A boy who was born to set the world on fire just to see if it could stand the heat. Izuku Midoriya. Katsuki Bakugo. Names that orbit each other like twin suns, destined to supernova in tandem.
Their story used to be so, so simple: explosion meets inertia, rivalry turns to devotion, sacrifice tastes like victory until it tastes like blood. Then a monster called Fatebreaker threaded a crimson needle through their chests and rewrote the rules:
Find each other. Defy the odds together. Die for one another—collect the Arcana, let the cosmos reshuffle the deck, and begin again.
Now the cranes are folded differently.
Somewhere in the hush between their paper wings, a card made from two flips face-down—edges frayed, ink wet with borrowed lifelines—waits.
It waits for the universe to dare turn it over...and across every reshuffled world, Death is always in the cards for The Lovers.
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