It had gotten a little colder outside. Several cold wind streams swayed his hair back and forth. He heard as the door clacked shut behind him.
Hearing the sound caused him to flinch. He straightened up his back and quietly cleared his throat, before he turned his head to the side, revealing his lightly freckled skin. Izuku.
"Thank goodness you're here. It was really getting cold. Weren't summers supposed to be warm? I guess the first ones were warmer, don'cha think?"
Usually hearing his voice calmed him, but now it was motionless. It was cold and wasn't fragile anymore.
"I wanted to make things clear! I'm sure you heard me then. I'm all alone and there's nothing I can do to hurt you so... can we just talk?" after a moment Bakugo decided to speak up.
"But of course I heard what you said. Nothing you say ever goes unnoticed. And believe me, I've been dying to hear what was the reason behind that lie."
Izuku stepped a little closer to the edge of the building and bowed down to peek over it's edge.
"To fall from here wouldn't be that hard, yet you could pay your life for that alone. Interesting, isn't it?" he said while standing dangerously close to the flat roof's side.
Bakugo's eyes widened.
"What are you doing! Izuku! Don't you ju-"
He was interrupted by a strong glare coming his way. The dark green eyes piercing right through him.
"Oh! You thought.. I was gonna jump? You seriously thought I'm that desperate?" Izuku had turned to face Bakugo with a strong and independent posture, making him more intimidating.
Izuku lightly jumped off the small lift on the edge of the building and came closer to his classmate while keeping a close look on him. Only when he stood an arm reach away from Bakugo, the boy whimpered and stepped back, looking away from him.
"Look me in the eyes, damn it. Do you think I'd commit suicide just because of you? I'm not some depressed schoolgirl who'd do that because her crush didn't like her back. But I am curious... what did you mean when you so suddenly confessed to me out of the blue?" he said while still keeping a close look on the tired boy, though Bakugo didn't look like he wanted to answer.
Suddenly Izuku raised his hand up and forward, grabbing Bakugo's neck and pushing him against the wall behind him.
"What the fuck did that mean, Bakugo!? Were you just mocking me? With your cursed mind games and manipulative voice! Did you just say that to confuse me all over again?" he said while gripping harder on Bakugo's neck with every second.
"Of course.... I do, y-you idiot..." the boy let out, reaching for the last breaths of air. Even though he was fighting against death, he noticed something.
Is Izuku... crying?
Just as he thought about it, Izuku looked back up at him with a terrifying glare and tightened his grip around Bakugo's neck even more.
"Well, I'm sorry... but I haven't felt that way towards you for a long, long time..."
"Goodbye, Bakugo..."
The boy noticed Izuku had activated his quirk on his other hand and he knew he was about to hit him, but he couldn't move. He was tired and weakened. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. Bakugo closed his eyes shut and waited for Izuku to strike him.
Suddenly Izuku's hand loosened and Bakugo was roughly thrown on the ground. He couldn't see anything still, the moment of surprise hadn't been long enough for him to recover from the pain. Even though he couldn't see, he could hear everything clearly.
"What the hell? What are you doing?" he heard Izuku exclaim once he got up from the ground and took a strong stand.
"Bakugo, are you okay?" he heard a familiar voice. The boy slowly opened his eyes to see his friend Kirishima standing by the entrance to the roof with his quirk activated.
He wanted to say something but he still couldn't breathe still as well as he couldn't stop coughing up blood.
The next thing he heard was Izuku. He grunted and shot up from the ground towards Kirishima, ready to kill him at the slightest chance, though, right before he could strike, the boy moved out of the way, making him hit the wall behind them and get his hand stuck.
"C'mon Bakugo! Buddy, we gotta get away before Midoriya can attack you again!" his friend ran to him and tried to get him to stand up again. But Bakugo wasn't even trying to do so at that point.
"What's wrong? Are your bones broken or something? Some kind of tranquilizer?"
No response.
"Come on! We just gotta make it away from here. The rest are coming soon, we just gotta get somewhere safe where we can wait for them. Just hold onto me, got it?" Kirishima said again, but Bakugo didn't move a muscle. He wouldn't even look at him.
"Just leave me here. He'll hurt you if you stay." finally came out of Bakugo's mouth. Kirishima couldn't hide his surprise.
"He's right you know.. Kirishima, I, too, think you should leave. Leave before it gets ugly. A pretty boy like you shouldn't get involved in anything like this. Just leave Bakugo to me." Izuku turned around and brushed off the dust that had gotten onto his sleeves.
Kirishima carefully put down his friend after a few seconds, then courageously stood up and looked Izuku in the eyes.
"Over my dead body!"
Izuku looked at him and, making an angered and annoyed expression, slowly but hesitantly activated his quirk on one of his arms.
"As you wish." he said, then bolted towards Kirishima, as he did the same.
Kirishima was just about to hit Izuku, but he swiftly activated his quirk on his leg and, using the boost it gave him, ran around and behind Kirishima, hitting him in the back, which made the boy lose balance and fall down on the rough surface of the roof. Izuku bent Kirishima's arms behind his back, preventing him from moving, while looking straight at Bakugo.
"I already told you... you were better off leaving. Too bad you still trust that idiot much enough to protect him. I really didn't want anyone else to get involved in this, but you have limited my choices,"
"NO!" he heard a scream behind his back. Bakugo got up and ran towards them, pushing Izuku off of Kirishima.
"Just go! I can't bare seeing you hurt! Not again!" he screamed, while pulling Kirishima up and pushing him towards the doors.
Tears started streaming down Bakugo's face.
"Every time someone's around me, they get hurt. This has gone on for far too long well... Not anymore. So... just... leave..."
Kirishima was speechless. Meanwhile, Izuku approached the both of them from behind, but just as he was about to disturb them with an attack, they heard a familiar voice, coming from the stairwell behind the doors.
"Kirishima? Are you here?"
Kyoka, Iida and Uraraka had arrived.
Bakugo's eyes widened and so did Izuku's. Quickly, he opened the doors and shoved Kirishima inside the stairwell, bolting them shut from the outside afterwards.
"Izuku, please! I need to talk to you. I don't want you to suffer anymore." he looked back at the boy, hoping that he'd listen.
Instead of answering, he just stood there with his head bowed down.
"I think you've waited long enough to make things right. I'm not even sure what you deserve at this point." he finally said, not even bothering to look up at Bakugo.
"I've been miserable for god knows how long and even though you had all the time in the world to make things right, you didn't do a single thing! Now you come to me, getting me to rethink my actions again and again! How do I even know what's true and what isn't?"
"Izuku I'm sorry.. I should-"
"Stop apologizing? You're making me look like the bad guy! I am not the bad guy, you are! Again, you're thinking of yourself! How do I know that I'm not just your selfish desire?"
Bakugo stepped back a little. He could hear how Kirishima and the others were banging on the door, trying to open it.
"You can't..."
"Bakugo! Open the doors!" the shouting from the insidewouldn't meet an end.
"Then what do I do? How can I finish this?" a merely audible voice escaped Izuku's lips. He was crying.
Bakugo had to think of something. Anything. His mind was racing, he thought about every outcome he could think of. Suddenly he stopped. He got it.
"Izuku. I know how to make things right. For the both of us. I just need you to do me one last favor."
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Hi, I've awakened to end this hell of a story.
I'm tired and I can't function but how else to start the new year right?
Artist: couldn't find the artist, I was in a rush, pls don't kill me
Leave your opinions/thoughts/suggestions in the comments!
Cya!
~Craptchy