One Life (BakuDeku)

Save me

A/N I recommend playing the music while reading. It creates a more imaginable environment. Thank you!

Deku's POV

I did it. I did what I was told. 

He will die.

An evil smile creeped on my face as he fell to his knees holding so tightly onto his wound where I stabbed him.

"Does it hurt? Oh please tell me it does! But I would so much LOVE to hear you scream out begging for mercy!"

Damn, this is more fun than I thought it would be. Why is my conscious telling me to stop?

I looked down at the bleeding blonde. The sight of him made me laugh.

Pitiful.

You don't deserve to live.

You're a mistake.

I laugh and look at him with a small tilt of the head.

"Do you see what's going on here Kacchan? This is what you've done to me for 16 damned years. You don't fucking like it, do you?"

My smile softened as he coughed up blood, as well as his hand adding more pressure to his wounded side. I loved this site. It's wonderful. I want more.

I crouched down and looked him in the eyes. He seems to be on the verge of passing out. How I morn for that to happen! But... not yet. I'm not done playing yet.

I brought my hand up to his face and caressed his cheek. He didn't seem to like it because he growled before biting my hand. I pulled away and looked at my hand, watching as my hand started to bleed from his bite.

"Oh wow! Look! You made me bleed!..Heh...Heheh.. Ha. Hahahaha!"

I broke out into insane laughing and stood back up, placing one of my hands over my face.

My laughing turned into crying soon after.

Why am I crying?

Wait, why am I shaking all of a sudden?

Am I crying with happiness?

My laughing faded as I went into thought. My face had no emotion as my eyes searched for an answer, for a slight second they fixated upon Bakugou.

Bakugou?

That doesn't seem right..

Katsuki?...

Seems closer but...

No...

My thinking process was interrupted by a kick in my leg, causing me to fall over. When my focus returns to me, I see.. him... heaving over me from loss of blood with the knife I stabbed him with. My knife covered in his blood.

That....why doesn't that feel right to me..

He held the knife above his head, ready to stear it right into my heart. I send him a mere smirk and let out a small chuckle.

"Do it. I DARE you." I challenged him. 

He was hesitating.

Why?

I only remember us hating each other.

Did I just remember that?

Kacchan...?

What's that name mean to me...?

Save me....

What?