{Deku PoV}
He's not gone... he can't be...
Deku stared at the blood spattered across the floor and his hands.
He's just sleeping.
Deku shivered, wrapping his arms around himself, despite being incredibly hot, so hot he felt like he was covered in ice.
He'll wake up soon. Then we can escape, and we'll have the life we were supposed to. Just after he rests for a little bit.
Deku sat there for hours, days, even after the blood had been scrubbed away, after they had tried taking the body away. He'd moved then, managing to stab Toga once, and after that they left him alone. He grew skinny, his lips cracking from dehydration. He didn't care. He barely left his spot next to Kirishima, playing with his hair, and talking to him. Eventually he stopped getting up to get water and food. He carried Kirishima to his room, and stayed there for days. Loud outbursts of laughter and conversation could be heard if anyone bothered to go near his room. Eventually they forgot about him, years later. When he was long gone. By then the league had moved on to a new lair, and had boarded up Deku's room. The new owners of the bar put wallpaper over where the door used to be. They opened the place for the public, and eventually someone discovered the boarded up door. He thought he heard laughter and voices that had lured him down the hallway, but all that was there was a bunch of dust and boarded up doors. The ash blond glared around him, still hearing that barely familiar laughter. He walked up to the boarded up door, pressing his palm against the old, creaky wood.
"Is someone there..?"
The laughter died down, and the blond was alone. Of course, he'd been alone the whole time. Right?
A good question to ask is; does anyone want a sequel?
