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🐢 Izuku Midoriya 🐢 [Part 2]

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The One Where Yandere!Izuku Loves [Y/N] [L/N], Shouto Todoroki's Girlfriend, Part Two.

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Shoto couldn't hold it in. He cried. He let the tears fall. They dribbled down his cheeks leaking into his shirt.

Nobody blamed or judged him. He just lost you. You. You were the light in his life. But now, you were gone.

There wouldn't be any more hugs.

No cheek kisses.

No waking up to a good morning text.

No studying together.

No cuddles.

No, I-Love-You's

You were gone. You took the happiness and any hope or light Shoto had left in him with you.

He looked down at your body. Your dead body that sat in a coffin. They did a nice job on your makeup. They did a nice job making you look alive.

But you weren't. You weren't alive.

Shoto clenched his fist and he tried quieting his sobs. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want to look so weak in front of his classmates.

Class 1-A. They all showed up for your funeral. So did some of Class 1-B, and all of your teachers.

They looked just as sad as Shoto. They cried too. Just not as much as Shoto...

Shoto felt sick to his stomach as he saw Izuku. He hadn't cried. His eyes were dry. He wanted to punch him. Burn him with his fire. Beat the shit out of him.

Why couldn't the sick assfuck cry?

Izuku needed to cry. Cry like him Shoto. You were best friends. Yet he wasn't crying at your funeral.

Shoto clenched his first once again, as he tried to quiet his sniffles. He supposed people grieve in different ways. For a second he was envious. He wished he could stop crying.

Ever since he found you, he hadn't stopped crying. Fuyumi constantly checked on him. He could feel everyone's pity.

Shoto hadn't forgotten what he promised you. He was gonna find whoever did this to you. He was gonna kill them.

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Shoto tried not to quiver as he cried. Your mother had invited him over to go through your stuff.

His frown slightly tugged up as he saw your pink Hello Kitty sheets and blankets. You were a child. He loved that about you. He sniffled as he remembered the cuddling sessions you had on your bed.

He picked up one of your sweaters and smelled it. It still smelled like your shampoo. He loved it. It was almost like he could pretend you were still there.

Your mother gave him permission to go through everything. She said it was too hard for her to do it.

He stumbled upon a scrapbook. There were two of them. One was mostly him, and you. Special moments of your relationship. School dances. Your corsage was in there. Dates. There was a picture of your 1st date.