𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 | b.k.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

29.
Chapter Twenty-Nine : A Ring Changes Nothing

Y/n steps through the threshold and into the quiet house, pausing after the door shuts behind her. She can't hear a single thing; not the squeaking of the floorboards or the gut-wrenching sobbing she's grown accustomed to. Gulping, she brushes off that sense of familiarity and starts to take off her boots. She sets them under the bench and hangs up her shawl.

Slowly, she begins moving through the house, uncertainty beginning to dwell in the pits of her stomach. "Izuku?" She calls out. Her voice echos.

That familiar pitter-patter of paws is the only thing she hears. Their puppy comes out from hiding in the parlor, a little yappy but very happy to see Y/n.

"Well hello you..." She whispers, bending down to scoop him up into her arms. He starts to attack her with kisses and she can't help but giggle. "And where is Izu?"

The puppy barks and he does a little wiggle to get out of her arms. As soon as his feet hid the floor, he's running towards the kitchen.

Y/n follows the puppy through her house and out into the kitchen, where she finds the puppy pawing at the back door. Curiosity, she pulls the door open. Her puppy bolts outside and she slowly follows. She doesn't get very far because a hunched over figure on the porch stops her in her tracks.

Izuku is seated on the edge of the porch with a thin blanket pulled over his shoulders. His hair has started to grow out and it's a ruffled mess. The skin she can see is pale, void of any color. His silhouette is considerably smaller due to his lack of nutrition. He hasn't been eating a whole lot recently.

"Izuku?" She questions, stepping closer. "Are you okay?"

She hasn't seen him outside of bed in days. Whenever she comes home from work, he's holed up in his own room with the door shut and the curtains drawn. To see him now is a bit of a shocker. She gulps down the ball in her throat when Izuku doesn't respond, and she softly sits herself right beside him.

For a moment, neither of them say anything. They sit there and watch the puppy run around with the chickens. It's quiet.

Eventually when Izuku does speak, Y/n jumps a little, gasping a little bit.

"You deserve better." He sighs, "I'm sorry." His voice is deep and raspy, and he sounds like he wants to cry.

Y/n scoots in closer and rests a hand on his shoulder, leaning into his side. "Izuku it's okay. You're grieving."

He only hums. He doesn't agree.

She doesn't push him for a response, and instead rises to her feet and sighs. "I'm gonna start on supper." She says quietly before heading inside. 

The rest of the evening is quiet.

While Y/n cooked dinner, Izuku sat outside with the puppy. Neither of them said a word. Even when she served him a plate of the delicious meal she prepared, he uttered a small "thank you" and that was it. This night wasn't spent on the front porch sharing booze, but on either side of the house grieving.

Y/n really felt for Izuku. Toshinori was a big part of Izuku's life and now he's dead—his murderer still on the loose. Izuku could take an eternity to grieve Toshinori and she'd be okay with it. But would I be okay with it as his wife? She asked herself.

Izuku had gone back to his room as soon as he finished eating, which left Y/n in the parlor with the puppy. He sat on the rug in front of the fireplace and Y/n was on the loveseat with a book in her lap. She wasn't reading the words on the pages, but rather flipping through and picturing different scenarios.

Just a few weeks ago she was planning to marry Izuku. If things had gone according to plan, next week she'd be promising to love him and support him through sickness and in health. But things did not go according to plan. Next week was just going to be another week.

Izuku was basically sick, and while they aren't married Y/n has stuck around. She's stood by his side throughout the entire process; cooking for him and doing his laundry, being a shoulder to lie on and an ear to cry in. Would things change if she had a ring on her finger? She glanced down at her ring finger, flexing it beneath the light. No. She decided. Things would not change. Ring or not, she'd still be here.

Y/n takes a look at the puppy and sighs. "Through sickness and in health." She mutters.

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this is unedited but i wanted to get it out!
i think the ending is nye 🤭