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Today was Friday, which meant it was time for his regularly scheduled hangout with Kacchan. Izuku had been excited all day, eagerly anticipating spending time with his bestie. But as he stood in front of Bakugo’s door, a strange unease settled over him.
The door was unlocked.
Izuku frowned, his heart skipping a beat. “He never leaves it open for me,” he muttered, pushing it ajar. The apartment was eerily silent, the lights off, and the unsettling feeling in his chest grew stronger.
“Kacchan?” Izuku called, his voice trembling slightly as he stepped inside. “Kacchan, are you okay?”
No response.
The apartment felt colder than usual as Izuku made his way further inside. His eyes caught sight of Bakugo’s bedroom door, slightly ajar with a dim light spilling out. Relief flooded through him for a brief moment.
“There you are! I was starting to get—”
His words caught in his throat.
The scene before him registered slowly, piece by piece, like a nightmare unfolding in real time. Katsuki’s body hung lifelessly from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly.
“No. No, no, no—NO!” Izuku’s voice cracked as he screamed, his body moving before his mind could catch up.
“KACCHAN!”
Izuku scrambled to Katsuki, his hands shaking as he fumbled to undo the noose. He pulled him down with every ounce of strength he had, ignoring the way his best friend’s body felt cold and heavy in his arms.
“No, no, please! Don’t do this! Wake up, Kacchan!” Izuku begged, his voice breaking as he tried to breathe life back into him. He performed CPR, his tears dripping onto Katsuki’s still face, but deep down, he knew. It was too late.
Sobs wracked Izuku’s body as he collapsed, curling around Katsuki’s lifeless form. Time blurred; he didn’t know how long he stayed there, holding him, apologizing, pleading for this to be some kind of horrible dream.
Eventually, he forced himself to move, his body trembling as he stood. That’s when he noticed the paper on Katsuki’s bed—a folded note with his name scrawled across the front.
Izuku reached for it with unsteady hands, his breath hitching as he unfolded it. The words blurred through his tears, but he forced himself to read them:
“After everything, I was hoping we could finally be heroes together, Izuku. But I can’t live one more day knowing you’ll always pick her over me. I love you.”
The note fell from Izuku’s hands as a fresh wave of tears overcame him. He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest as guilt, grief, and heartbreak consumed him.
“Kacchan,” Izuku sobbed, his voice hoarse. ”KACCHAN!”
And then he fucking exploded. The end!