Sad BNHA Oneshots

"I'm sorry, Izuku,"

A/N: This story is very sad and I cried writing it. Read at your own risk. Contains suicide and major character death. 

"NO!" Bakugou yelled and the edge of a blade entered Izuku's side.

Bakugou threw off the thirty goons that were surrounding him and started to run to where Izuku was falling limply to the ground. He caught him right before his head hit the cold ground. It was too late though. The light was already dimming in the bright, green eyes behind the hero mask. The fighting all around them stopped as they realized that Izuku was no longer moving. "Wake up, Nerd!" Bakugou yelled, "DEKU!?!"

Izuku's eyes opened one more time. "I'm sorry, Kacchan," He whispered, "I'm so sorry,"

"It's okay, Izuku," Bakugou rushed, "It's okay just hang in there!"

"I think I need to take a nap," Izuku told him quietly.

Bakugou started to panic. He held pressure on the wound in his side, but more and more blood was pouring out. Hot tears streamed down his face, "No, not now you need to stay awake!"

"I love you, Kacchan," Izuku smiled, "I'm sorry, but please keep living for me,"

His eyes glazed over and a soft smile laid peacefully on his face. "No, Izuku!" Bakugou cried, "Don't leave me! Y-you said you wouldn't leave me!"

Heartbroken sobs echoed in the cold alley. Bakugou gripped tightly onto Izuku's hand begging him to come back. They still had so much to do together. So much life to live. Red and Blue lights filled the alley way. Bakugou didn't even notice until they tried to take Izuku away. He sobbed as they took the lifeless body of the person he loved the most away from him. "No, Izuku! Don't leave me!" Bakugou sobbed, "I don't want to live in a world without you!"

The first responders watched as the broken boy was torn away from his Love. Several people stood around the street watching as the confident hero, Ground Zero, was left crumpled on the ground in grief. His cries were heard far and wide, but not to the one person he wished the words could still reach. If only he had been fast enough to notice the knife. He stared at the crimson blood that soaked his hero costume. Under his breath, away from the rest of the world, he whispered one last thing to his lost love, "I love you, 'zuku, but how am I supposed to live now?"

As the crowd watched the grieving hero no one noticed as Inko Midoriya ran to where her son was being covered by a white sheet. Tears ran down her face as she heaved for breath. When she saw the medical examiners lifting the white sheet over a stretcher she fell to her knees. She got one last glance at her son's peaceful face. And just like that her son was gone. She saw Bakugou drenched in blood with tears still freshly pouring down his face. She ran to the boy her son had loved for years and embraced him. The pain in their hearts was overflowing and the tears showed the leaks. No one could console the two.

The pain in Bakugou's heart was never ending. One moment took away all color and light from his life. "I-I tried t-to stop the bleeding," He stuttered as he stared at his hands that were covered in his Izuku's blood.

Inko buried her head into Bakugou's chest sobbing even harder. Bakugou just stared blankly at his hands. Izuku was dead. He would never see him or his bright eyes again. No more mumbling about heroes. No more joyful smiles when he saved one more person everyday. The person who lit up his world was gone. The person who taught him to be a hero was gone. The boy he loved was gone. Love was gone.

A week later Bakugou watched as Izuku's body was lowered inside the ground. He didn't cry that day. He was too dehydrated to cry. He hadn't eaten or slept since he died. He couldn't. Everytime he fell asleep he saw Izuku, and when he woke up he had to go through realizing he really wasn't there. The Pro-Heroes still hadn't found the person who killed him. Bakugou didn't really even care at that point. What was there left to care about? He sat in his bathroom floor staring at the ceiling. His black suit was suffocating him. He needed to get out. He ripped the tie off of his neck so he could breathe. He could barely function. Life without Izuku was meaningless. He felt as though he had died with Izuku. He wish he did, then he wouldn't have to live with this pain. Maybe he didn't have to though. All he wanted to do was be with his Izuku. He looked in the drawer. This is the only way to escape the pain. He pulled a knife out of the back of the drawer.

"I'm sorry Izuku,"