"I Love You."

"I-Is he alive?"

No, I didn't expect this to happen, even though I knew of Izuku's past.

But damn, I thought he got over it, I thought he got better. . .

It was Kirishima who found him.

Apparently, he was just walking into the bathroom so he could brush his teeth, but then he saw Izuku, and his past plans were forgotten.

It was the screaming that lead me here.

Loud, terrified screaming and panicked shouts for help that caused me to burst into the bathroom and rush to the redhead's side.

And I started screaming too.

"Izuku!"

Izuku was pale and cold, so, so cold.

His lips were blue, his eyelids slightly open, showing his green eyes that had dulled dramatically, as if the life was ripped from his body.

And oh my god, was he even breathing?

I took the greenette's right wrist and placed two of my fingers over his veins, struggling to stay calm and not break down, because goddammit Izuku! We were supposed to grow up, become adults and save people.

"I-Is he alive?" Kirishima sobbed, gripping onto my shoulder tightly. "Bakugou, please tell me he's alive."

My eyes widened and I turned to look up at Kirishima, tears flowing down my face.

"Get Mr Aizawa."

Kirishima shook his head, crying in frustration. "Is he alive, Bakugou?!"

"I said get Mr Aizawa, or he won't be!" I yelled, panic fully settling in over my shoulders.

Kirishima sniffed and stood, running from the bathroom without looking back.

I quickly bundled Izuku into my arms, his head in the crook of my elbow and I raised my hand to cup his cheek, running my thumb over his freckles.

I moved and ran my fingers through his hair, knowing that the motion would soothe him, because yes, he was alive, but he was dying.

His breaths were quick and irregular, his eyes rolling under his eyelids as he looked side to side, but he was too weak to move, or to be fully conscious and aware of his surroundings. But still, he was awake, and he was alive.

He slipped his mouth open, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyelids fluttered lightly, his green orbs rolling up to meet my face.

"Ka . . ." he mumbled, another breath leaving his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes on me.

"Shh, it's okay, Izuku," I murmured, rubbing his cheek again. "Try to stay awake, okay?"

The younger boy hummed, a wince flashing on his face. "Izz . . . hurts."

I sniffed, quickly blinking away my tears. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."

Izuku smiled drowsily, his eyes rolling around the room. "I'm . . . Sorry."

My heart squeezed, and I held Izuku tighter, grateful that he was speaking.

"You have nothing to apologise for, Izuku."

"No!"

His shout shocked me, and I remained silent.

"I . . . failed you," he mumbled, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Mr Aizawa enter the bathroom, a worried look on his face. "I failed . . . to save you a-and . . . and S-Shouto."

He was sobbing, but his eyes remained blank, and his face barely moved, as if numbed.

"I-I can't . . . I can't be a h-hero . . ." Izuku whispered, and his eyes shut, his head rolling back.

I panicked, a suffocating dread settling in my stomach. "Izuku? Izuku!"

Aizawa chose then to intervene, and without hesitation, and stole Izuku from me and rushed out of the room, yelling back to us.

"Tell the class to stay in their dorms, and that classes are cancelled for today," he hurried, waiting for the elevator. "And tell Todoroki to see me right away, the moment you see him."

I nodded, still slightly in shock.

The elevator arrived and before the doors closed, I stole one last glance at Izuku.

He wasn't breathing.

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*More internal screaming*

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