Inmate

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝟷/𝟹

It had been a month since I had first met Katsuki. Yesterday, I had been told the day of Katsuki's death.

It was sooner than I thought. After I found out, I couldn't do anything for the rest of the day, and I'm still feeling quite down.

2 months and 14 days.

When Katsuki had told me a couple months, I thought he had meant 5 to 6 months, not 2.

As of now, the only thing I have to remember him by is the drawing he had made of me, which was hanging up on my wall in my room.

Father, being the asshole he was, insisted that Midoriya became an intern guard at the prison.  That was the last thing I wanted.

Father and I went to work, like always.  On my way up to Katsuki's cell, I saw Midoriya.  He's always waiting there, trying to talk to me.

"Not now, not ever. I'm working." I say, every single time.

I now have the authority to take Katsuki out of his cell on my own. Of course, a guard always waits by the elevator.

I don't cuff him.  I never want to cuff him.  He feels restricted and uncomfortable with them on.

Once I enter the room with him, I lock the door.

"I'm dying soon." He starts, facing the wall.

"I know, no need to remind me.." I place my belongings on the table, going to sit down.  He grabs my hand, stopping me.

"Once I'm dead, someone else will take you, claim you. I don't want that.." His facial expression was blank, but his eyes.. his eyes expressed his true feelings.

Swimming in those ruby orbs of his was sadness.  Menacing tears threatened to escape the barrier his waterline held.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, whispering into my ear.

"Be mine.. even after I'm gone."