"Grief only exists where love lived first"
The world encompassing them turned dull, void filled the most deepest parts of their souls, a shed of nothingness has assumed control over their body and soul, threatening to murder them in a split second. An overwhelming feeling has made its way and rested on their shoulder, the feeling refusing to leave, and there is nothing they can do about it. A hole planted itself in their heart, a gap that'll never vanish.
Life for a hero was never simple, and they knew that very well. The villains never left their side, ordinary another advanced toward attempt and slaughter them. They all battled, through various challenges, by each other's side. It's been 3 years, 3-A are near graduating, finally naming themselves as heroes, saving lives and bringing a smile to individuals' appearances. They knew it was difficult, yet this, this is the hardest thing they've encountered yet.
"U.A, indeed, neglected to protect their students. Villains attacked the schools training ground three days ago, killing off a third year female student named Y/N. This is a-"
It was everywhere throughout the news, each article and media. Neither would the civilians quit talking about the poor young lady who passed away not even a week ago. Eraserhead, as well as the other heroes attempted to keep the reporters away from school grounds, it was already hard for the students.
Now they all stood in front of her grave. The funeral was slower than a country bus, accepting similarly the same number of temporary routes. Everybody had a memory to share, a most loved psalm to sing. They each wore black, representing their mour and trouble from this heartbreaking downfall. Her parents, teachers, friends and classmates were all there, wishing her farewell, and goodluck in her the great beyond.
"It is difficult, at best, to stand before all of you and attempt to honor Y/N in words."
They held their breath the minute her name was said. It was all true, this was reality, she was dead. She was once living in this world, laughing and smiling, now she's gone, dead in richest of agony this world would ever provide.
Uraraka fell on her knees, her cries getting louder until the point that they turned into screams. Midoriya got down and endeavored to help her up, despite the fact that he wasn't feeling any better. Momo cried on Jirous shoulder, while Jirou shed a couple of tears. They all adored her, they all felt tragic. Indeed, even Bakugou, the "asshole" of the class was in shock. Sure,, he wasn't crying, however he wasn't yelling at everybody to shut up, why? Because he understood how they felt.
Eraserhead and Nezu personally went up to Y/N's parents and deeply apologize, for letting their daughter fall from their grasp, and have her last breath be taken while she choked on her own blood.
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3-A didn't go to school that week, nor the week after. Some went home back to their parents and cried in their arms, whilst others crawled their emotions inside as they stayed in their dorm rooms.
But then there was Todoroki. Todoroki didn't feel miserable, he wasn't in denial, he just simply didn't care. Certainly, he felt terrible that there was now an unfilled seat in class, he felt awful to see his friends cry, however he nearly felt bad for himself too because he didn't feel upset about all this. He never had a connection with her, they fought by each other's side before,, they had discussions, however he never considered her to be a friend, so her death made no difference to him.
The teachers finally had the courage to start packing up Y/N's things from her dorm room, even All Might came to help. The girls watched them enter with boxes in their hands, but they didn't say anything.
The teachers at last had the strength to begin packing up Y/N's things from her dorm room, even All Might came to help. The girls watched them enter with boxes in their grasp, yet they didn't say anything.
It was quiet, too quiet.
All Might, Eraserhead and Midnight started to pack up the young ladies room. It was nothing special, a room loaded up with hero posters, manga, studying books, and fundamentally anything you'd typically find in a teenagers room. Midnight dealt with her clothes, while Eraserhead began taking out the furniture and All Might packed her books and everything else.
It wasn't new to him to see posters of himself, he got used to it, because of Midoriya and his fanboy nature. As he put her books away, he saw a box, a box holed up behind her books. He then saw that it had a label on it, it was a name.
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Todoroki heard a couple of knock on his entryway, then the familiar voice that could not belong to anyone but All Might.
"Young Todoroki, would i be able to please have a word with you?"
He got up from his work area, and opened the door, seeing All Might grasping some sort of box.
"I'm guessing these were for you"
Todoroki looked down at the box, and his eyes slightly widen at the name.
Dear Todoroki
He took the box from All Might, thanking him then shutting the door. Setting the box on his work area, he opened it, and saw various letters with a similar mark, yet also a date. They were all together, from the oldest to the newest. The oldest one was written 2 years ago. He opened the letter, needing to know for what reason did these letters all contain his name.
"Dear Todoroki,
Christmas Candy was the first thing that flew in my mind when I saw you out of the blue on the first day of class. Your red and white hair remind me of Christmas joy. Your white hair resembles the cool, pale snow, the snow i'd love to play with on Christmas eve, making snow angels and having snowball fights with everybody, and your red hair reminds me of the warmth I feel when I sit in front of the fire pit as I wrap a blanket around me.
I revealed to Midoriya how lovely you were, and how I never had the strength to actually talk to you. He gave me the idea to write a letter, so here I am!
I never revealed to him I wasn't really going to give it in however, haha.
Well since you're as of now here, possibly we can get to know one or the other, okay?
My names Y/N and this is my story"
