Are You Crying, Too?

Dream

"Fuck off, bitch!" I yelled at Pyro, my eye twitching in anger.  She had been following me for a while now.  Ever since she burned those papers,  she constantly spoke about 'BakuDeku' and about how the 'ship will sail.' She was getting on my fucking nerves. 

The little bitch didn't say anything.  She just walked behind me as I made my way home, quietly singing a song that had something to do with 'Forgetting thots,' or whatever.  I wasn't paying attention to her annoying presence. 

"You like Deku, right?" Pyro suddenly asked.  I stopped walking to process what she said. 

When I finally realized what she had asked, I turned to her and shouted, "Fuck no!"

She didn't look disheartened at all.  She was actually doing the opposite.  A beaming smile made itself a home on her lips.

"So you do!" She pushed up her cheeks with her hands, aww-ing at whatever she was thinking about.  Her smile became wider as she said, "You and Deku would be so cute together!"

I ignored her, knowing that it was useless to comment on it.  A light blush appeared in my face.  It took me awhile to realize something.

"Wait!  How the hell do you know Deku's alive!?"

She stared forward as she replied, a happy smile still stuck on her face, "The protagonist can't die!  It's impossible!"

I looked at the oddity known as 'Pyro.' Protagonist?  What the hell did she mean? 

"Tch," was all I said in response to her proclamation.  Their was no point in trying to make sense of her.  I'm sure that the only person that can understand her is herself.

We reached my house soon after our conversation.  I told Pyro to 'fuck off,' but she didn't listen.  She followed me into my house and closed the door behind her.

"Wow.  Your place is a mess," she commented. 

I turned to her angrily, annoyed that she didn't leave me alone, "Why don't you clean it then!?  If it bothers you so fucking much!"

"Nah.  I don't wanna clean," Pyro looked around the place, glancing past the dust-covered table. and couch.

I scoffed as I walked passed the living room and to my bedroom.

"Do whatever you want.  I don't fucking care," I entered my room and plopped myself on my bed.  I used my arm to cover my eyes as I let out a tired sigh.  I heard the television turn on in the living room in my last conscious moments. 

My mind didn't know the meaning of 'peace' as my body rested.
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I walked through the abandoned city of Japan.  All I could see was over-grown plants and buildings that were well on their way to falling apart.  Some of the buildings were completely missing parts of themselves, while others had just crumpled to the ground.  I didn't know what was happening.  I didn't know where I was.  The kanji on random street signs was the only thing that lead me to believe that I was in Japan.

I walked around the city.  I was searching for something.  For someone.  For Deku.

"Deku!" I desperately yelled.  All I received was an echo in response.

"Deku!  Where are you!?  Where the hell did you go!?" Still, I got no reply.  My search was becoming fruitless.  I couldn't find him.  But he's here somewhere.  I know that.  And if I have to search the whole damn city to find him, then I will.  I'll search until I'm dead.  I won't give up.

"Deku!  Please..!  Can you hear me!?" My footsteps became silent to my ears.  The only thing that would reach my ears would be Deku's voice.  Adrenaline pumped itself into my veins, causing me to forget about being tired. 

I ran throughout the city for what felt like hours.  Deku was still nowhere to be found.  Every time I stopped running to shout his name, I got no answer.  The adrenaline that flowed through my veins was growing weaker.  I was gasping for breath.  My body couldn't keep running for much longer.

*Smack*

My body fell to the ground.  I tried to get up again.  I fell.  I tried one more time.  And I fell.  I couldn't get back up.  It was impossible.  My body was to tired. 

I closed my eyes.  I could let myself sleep.  For a little while.  That won't hurt anything...  Will it?

*Click, clack.*

I opened my eyes to see someone walking toward me.  They were wearing a black jacket and jeans.  Their head was covered by a hood.

"Who..?" I questioned.  They stopped walking the when they were a few feet away from me.   They stared at me for a while before they finally spoke.

"Thank you...  Kachan..."

My body refused to let me breath.  A shocked expression placed itself on my face.

"Deku..?" 

Deku didn't move.  He simply stood there and watched me.  I tried to get up.  But I fell once again.

"Deku..!" I called desperately.  I watched as he turned around and walked away.

"Deku..!" Tears started to flow down my face, " Come back..!  Please..!  Deku... "

He turned the corner and left my sight.  l

"Deku...  Come back...  I'm begging you...  Please..."

I let out a whimper.

"Please...  Don't leave me..."

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I groaned as I finally awoke from my slumber.  I could feel dried tears from my crying on my cheeks. 

I got up and washed my face in the washroom.  What the fuck was that dream about?  I've had nightmares with Deku in them before...  But they never ended like that.  Deku never said those words to me in a dream before.

"Thank you...  Kachan..."

Why the hell would he thank me?  I've done nothing but be mean to him.  So, what the fuck was that about?

I shook my head to clear my thoughts before heading out of my room and to the kitchen. What I was surprised me.  Pyro was sitting on my kitchen counter, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with toasted bread. 

"What the fuck are you doing on my counter!?  And who the hell said that you could eat my food!?" I shouted at her.

She looked at me calmly before replying, "I wanted to be on the counter.  And I did," as she pushed up her round, rose-gold glasses.

"And where the fuck did you get glasses!?"

She took another bite of her food before answering, "I forgot them at home yesterday, so I went home to grab them."

I angrily rolled my eyes before I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk.

"Why the fuck are you still hear, anyway?" I asked.

"I'm your friend," she said.

I glanced at her before I grabbed the cereal off the top of my fridge, "Like hell you are."

she shrugged as she finished the last piece of her food.  I watched as she then pulled out her phone and started to play music.  She sung along to the music while I ate my food on my kitchen island before she began dancing.  I stared at her, confused.  She just popped up from nowhere, burned newspapers on the side of a street, shipped me with Deku, followed me into my home, ate my food, became my self-proclaimed friend, and started to dance in my kitchen.

I sighed and leaned my head onto my kitchen island.  Today was going to be a long day.