ghost

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midoriya POV

"kacchan..."
i stroke his hair gently, attempting to calm him down.
i know he can't feel me, but he can feel my presence.
his face, so different to what he usually looks like.

the wrinkles on his forehead from scowling all the time are gone.
his mouth that's always tightly shut and gritting his teeth is loose and slightly open.
and most of all, his eyes that are always full of anger are nothing but blank.

he looks so vulnerable...

i attempt to give him a hug.
"i'm sorry kacchan..." i whisper.
"but i'm in a safer place now."

//time skip 1 month//

crowds of people gather in black on this dark rainy day.
so cliche...
wow... is this my funeral?
there are so many more people than i imagined...
even my mother is crying.
i smile.
i guess what they say is true.

the day you die is also the day you are truly alive.

my eyes fix on the blonde spiked hair standing out in a crowd of black.
i stand next to him.
his eyes are glassy, tears are falling but his face has no expression.

"oh kacchan..."

"who's there?!" he jumps suddenly and steps back as if he can hear me.

people around him give pitiful looks, mumbling to each other -
"poor katsuki... the shock and grief must be so hard on him..."

the normal kacchan would yell at them for having pity on him, but this kacchan just stared at the floor, letting everyone see his tears.

"what's happened to you...?" i murmur, putting my arm around his shoulder.

"deku..." he whispers between shaky breaths.
"i-i wa-want you b-back..."

"i'm sorry kacchan..."
tears flood my eyes as i turn to give him a hug.
he flinches as though he can feel me.

bakugo POV

i don't care anymore.
i had killed my best friend and failed to save him when i had to.
worst of all, i was the reason he wanted to die in the first place.
i'm a murderer.
worried looks flash at me every now and then but i don't lash out like i usually do.
it's because i have a weird sensation always with me that seems to calm me down.
it's always by my side.

it's probably just the medication's side effects.
i drop my head and look at the floor as i let the rain pour down the back of my head.
it trickles down the sides of my face as it mixes together with my tears pouring from the pain in my heart.

i can't believe he's actually gone...

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