𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 (ᵇⁿʰᵃ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 [ + ]

together is such a stupid fucking word.

the blonde teen sat in one of the chairs outside the waiting room, looking disheveled as ever in his hero costume, now in tatters. his hair dusted with dirt and soot as his face and what wasn't covered by his half-burnt mask was somewhat crusted over in a mix of the two substances along with blood, not sure or even caring if it was his or not. as he leaned forward to cover his face with one of his gloves, his mind raced with the same question.

'why did it have to be her?'

one of the big metal doors opened and bakugou was snapped out of his thoughts when he found one of the doctors standing in front of him.

he looked at him and stood up immediately. 

"you should probably start saying your goodbyes, son"

he pushed past the doctor to get into the hospital room and what he laid his eyes on made his stomach churn in the worst kind of way.

there your unconscious figure laid, tubes hooked up throughout your fragile body, the most noticeable being a long clear tube shoved down your throat. an i.v. drip was pricked through the soft (s/c) skin on your forearm while an e.k.g. reader's slow but steady beeps were the only thing filling the silence in the cold room.

your colorless face was littered with cuts and bruises, and your forehead was taped up from a particularly bad gash, with drops of crimson spilling through the gauze. your (h/t) (h/c) hair was strewn about the pillow you were propped up on. 

even at death's door, you were still as beautiful as ever, in its own twisted way.

the tears that had glossed the teen's eyes over had finally fell down his face as he rushed over and grabbed your hand before falling to his knees.

the cool fabric was soon stained with hot tears as he began to pray. to someone, anyone, that you'd pull through. that you wouldn't leave him in this hell called earth. he would never admit it to anyone, but you were the person he cared about the most. his ride or die, his best friend, his go-to for everything. and when he finally comes to terms with his feelings for you, shit like this has to happen. and he never even got a chance to tell you how he felt.

suddenly, the steady beeps of the e. k. g. stopped as the line went flat and a low continuous beep filled the room. at that moment, his whole world had shattered as you almost seemed to wilt. you were dead, and there was nothing that he could do or say to bring you back. 

then, kirishima and denki burst through the door but stopped when they saw bakugou's hunched figure kneeling over your now deceased form.

"hey man, you should've told somebody that you were going to see y/n-"

red eyes were suddenly piercing through them as a low voice growled,

"out. now." 

this was the calmest they had ever heard their friends voice, and somehow they were more terrified of him in that moment than they were when he'd be screaming inches away from their faces.

they quickly followed his order and made sure they heard the door close behind them. 

as they walked back to the small row of chairs outside in the hall to wait for bakugou, they both stopped and looked at each other as chills shot down their spines when they heard faint wailing coming from the room, that being all they needed to know what happened.