In Dreams We'll Meet Again

Crimson

A/N: This chapter has graphic death & violence, read at your own caution

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The air was thick and dusty, Mineta could barely get a lungful of the muddled air down his torn throat. 

Above him through bleary eyes and smeared crimson, the small boy could see the battle raging on. 

Bright explosions from Bakugou that echoed through the sky. 

Green streaks of light surrounding and trailing after Modoriya. 

Todoroki's ice sparkling along with his abundant flames that crackled so hotly Mineta could almost feel them where he was laying. 

Like the bright tendrils were trying to burrow themselves under his pallid skin. 

And all around him, even more of his classmates - all having become so strong after they graduated - were lending their quirks to the battle. 

Giving their all. 

Risking their lives for the city. More then that, even. 

Mineta however, was down for the count. 

A creaky smile stretched his blood coated lips. At least his death wasn't for nothing. He could still see some of his spheres stuck to them, rocks and various debris weighing him down despite breaking from the initial hold. 

The villain - demon, monster, Mineta thought, would be more accurate descriptions - was powerful, they made the man All Might fought so long ago seem like a kitten. 

That memory felt so faded now… 

Mineta's breathe stuttered, and he hacked a mouthful of tacky blood onto the cracked earth. 

He watched the dark puddle of crimson with a detached interest. 

The bright lights that occasionally blasted making it shimmer a ruby color. 

Mineta turned his eyes back to the sky, his body was so cold, almost freezing. The blood oozing from his detrimental wounds feeling like molten lava against his skin. 

Looking down at his prone form, a laugh managed to bubble past his lips. 

It looked so, so much worse then what he thought. 

His costume was torn to shreds, as was his skin. Blood flowed freely from his body, quickly surrounding his from and staining everything around him. 

The blood made the yellow of his tattered gloves look so bright, he never really liked the color combination. Except for… 

The thought slipped through his fingers like silky sand, unable to get a grip on even a single grain. He idly wondered why he couldn't feel his body nor the ache in his head that the flowing blood from his hairline would usually accompany. 

Everything felt floaty, distant. 

He dug his fingers into the earth, and with no alarm - even though he knew, he should be terrified - Mineta found that he couldn't actually feel it. 

The sounds that assaultes his senses were fading more and more. His eyes felt heavy, some unseen force pulling them down. 

So he let the sand swirl in his heavy skull. 

And image of red, black, and yellow filled his minds eye. 

Of grace, beauty, and kindness that he's only truly found in one person. 

Momo, the most wonderful girlfriend in the world. She's more then he'd ever thought he get, and definitely more then he deserved. 

His eyes shimmered with tears as he then thought of the ring he had hidden away at his apartment. 

A pretty band that he spent months saving up for. It was something that he knew would suit Momo perfectly, and he had to have it for her. 

She was his dream come true, his own fairytale, a princess in shining armour. 

Now…. He wouldn't be able to give it to her, he wouldn't be able to live their perfect life. 

Getting married, buying a house, having three sweet little kids. 

Would they have been heroes like them? Or would they have wanted to pursue something else? 

Now he would never know. 

He hoped she wouldn't be too angry with him. No, Momo wouldn't be angry, she'd be grief stricken, he'd probably make her cry. 

The thought swirled uncomfortably in his chest, he didn't want to make her cry. Ever. 

Jirou would be angry with him though, probably silently cursing him for daring to die on Momo. For accepting his fate as easily as he did. 

He wanted to tell her it wasn't easy, that he wanted to stay, that he wanted to fight this more then anything in the world. 

But Mineta was nothing if not realistic; pessimistic some people have told him. And he knew that he wasn't going to be able to come back from this. 

All that he could really hope for is that Momo got out of this safely. 

He didn't want her to dwell on him for long, he wanted her to live. He didn't want to be the one who made her sad forever. 

She was too amazing to be clouded from the world. 

His surroundings continued to fade. 

His eyes closed, the noises stopped, the feelings seeped away, and his body stilled. 

Maybe they'd meet again another time. 

Another life. 

Another dream.