⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature events and could trigger some people. It includes blood, murder, harm, and other quite intense scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, I suggest to not read this. Thank you! We are assassins. We have one job to do. Do it well, and no harm shall come to you. Make a mistake. That is a different story for you to unfold.

"Deku," He murmured, thumbing over the pale skin covered in a sprinkle of light faded freckles, his breath becoming visible and ghosting against the other's cheek from the freezing cold. Red irises caught toxic green ones, his heart clenching- making it harder to breathe. God, he can't breathe- "What are we, Deku?" The close proximity had his chapped lips brush against the plush, light pink ones in a form of a chaste kiss. The question made the other teen's head hang low, green curls shadowing over his eyes as he let out a shaky breath, his arms trembling slightly as he hugged himself in a sense of lonely comfort. "I don't.. I don't know, Kacchan," he whispered back, careful around his words- but they were loud enough to shatter the glass barrier containing the truth. "I don't know."

Deku gets into a car accident and is rushed to the hospital. Later, his boyfriend ,Bakugou, gets a call. " Hello? Is this Bakugou Katsuki?" "Yes?" "Hey there, I'm calling from the tokyo hospital to inform you that Medoriya Inzuku Has come in from the scene of a car crash." "What?!" "I regret to inform you that he's in a coma and may not have much time left."