Kirshima wasn't afraid or fearful of Katsuki like most others. He himself didn't understand why, but for some odd reason, he saw the good in Katsuki - a person with a heart of gold (and a mouth full of charcoal).
"Yo, Bakugo!" Kirishima called out, jogging over with his bag hanging on his back. "Wanna head home together?" He asked, hopeful. Katsuki turned around and scoffed at him, a scowl on his face like usual.
"Fuck off shitty-hair. I'm not going home yet." He stated, walking off on his own. Kirishima looked surprised and ran to catch up.
"Well, where are you going then? I'll go with you!" He said with a smile, he really wanted to be friends with Katsuki. He could feel it in his gut that he was a good guy, he just needed to get him out of his shell.
Katsuki spun around once more and glared at him.
"I said. Fuck. Off. Don't follow me, or I'll kill you." He declared, walking off even further ahead, leaving Kirishima in a confused daze. He stood there for a moment, pondering what Katsuki said.
"... I don't know why, but his eyes... they looked, dead? No, that doesn't sound right. Empty? Ugh, that doesn't sound right either..." Kirishima whined, sticking a hand into his sharp spiky hair as he sighed. "What could be bothering a guy like him?" He thought, beginning his walk home.
'Maybe hurt?'
"Are you feeling better now, Izuku?" Katsuki asked, his face scrunched as the girl before him attempted to assuage his worries.
"Mhmm... it wasn't... anything bad... I promise..." Izuku drawled. The answer only further fueled Katsuki's anger.
"C'mon Izuku! Why won't you just tell me!?" He almost shouted. He soon became dumbfounded as Izuku only smiled in response - most likely too tired to speak anymore. Katsuki breathed an angry sigh, slumping onto his chair and reaching into his bag. "Here." He stated, pulling out a finished 'Hero Analysis #14'.
Izuku's face lit up, and even though he left unsatisfied, he was still happy to see her smile.
He vowed to himself that he would figure out what was bothering, no matter what.
As Katsuki left, Izuku turned to stare at the blank ceiling. Her mind traced itself back to his initial questions, and she thought of many different answers to give him, but in the end, she couldn't say anything.
A couple of doctors walked past, and Izuku could just barely overhear them.
Useless, weak, a waste of space - why is she even here? She'll die anyway, she's just taking up space! She'd hear it frequently, and it often left her feeling like she had to make up for it.
But she couldn't do anything about it.
'Useless...' She thought to herself near everyday, and the only thing that kept her bound to life was her family and friend. She'd often think about it - leaving the world, it was such a tempting offer, it almost seemed like a dream whenever she'd witness something sharp or pointed.
She regretted the thoughts right as they appeared, yet something today had made her linger on the thoughts.
'Maybe... I really am... just -
- a waste of space...' Today she was feeling the worst she'd felt in a while, as it seemed her sickness had ate away at her a lot more than usual. Some doctors came in and upped the dosage of her medicine for a short while - until the phase ended, but it never actually ended.
She just got better at hiding it.
Unfortunately, nightmares persisted throughout the night. And last nights nightmare was the worst yet.
Katsuki was... happy. Inko was happy. Everyone was happy - but something from the picture was missing. 'Where am I? What's going on!?'
"You're dead." A disembodied voice said, echoing around her as she spun around, looking for the source.
"W-What? What do you mean!?" She'd shouted, but the only response she got was an arrow pointing to the figures seen through the glass-like wall. They both held a picture, one that was faint and worn out, likely forgotten or misused. Both figures of Katsuki and Inko threw the worn and torn picture behind them, walking forward into a blinding light that Izuku couldn't possibly reach.
Her eyes widened as she saw the pictures of her with Katsuki and Inko began to vanish in a flicker of flames.
"W-Wait! Don't go, please!" She shouted, dashing towards the light, arm outstretched in a feeble attempt to catch them. "Please, save me! Don't leave me...!" She cried out as a barrier pushed her back, refusing to let her reach the ones she needed most.
"Please... help me..." She muttered as she felt to the ground, the two peoples' forms disappearing within the bright light. "Help... me..." She repeated like a broken record, and then suddenly her voice caught in her throat as she began to choke.
She fell on to her side, clutching her throat.
"A-Ah...!" She cried even more as she felt her breath leave her, and the disembodied voice from earlier re-appeared.
"It is hopeless... you are destined to be forgotten and left behind. Your death is predetermined, you shall succumb to it - and you will never receive help from your 'so-called' heroes." The voice spat, and Izuku could feel the beings gaze land upon her choking form.
"N-No... please... K-Kacchan..." She let out her last breaths as her eyesight began to fade to black. "Help... me..."
Izuku Midoriya had died.
*Knock knock*
A soft knock brought Izuku out of her depressed thoughts, and for some reason she could muster the strength to speak.
"Come... in..." She said weakly, waiting for the door to open and reveal the person on the other side. The door opened with a soft creak, and her eyes fluttered in confusion as a person she had never seen before appeared. Her interest was caught when she saw the bright, flame-like hair that spiked upwards, and piercing red eyes that could only be matched by Katsuki.
His eyes were kind.
"A-Ah, sorry for the intrusion...!" The boy rubbed the back of his head nervously, causing Izuku to smile - the gesture was amusing, and it brought a pleasant distraction from her thoughts.
"Don't... worry about... it... who... are... you?" She struggled, watching as the boy stepped forward cautiously.
"Oh, sorry! My name is Kirishima Eijirou!" He exclaimed happily, a brilliant smile on his face. "I'm a friend of Bakugo!" He exclaimed casually, as if it were something easy to accomplish.
"His... friend?" Izuku questioned, staring at the boy as he sat down. "Ah... I think... he... told me... about... you." She muttered, recalling Katsuki cursing about a red-haired boy he nicknamed 'Shitty-hair'.
Kirishima nodded, scratching the back of his head.
"Yep! Man, I'm surprised he even talked about me." He said, an awkward silence taking over the two as they both thought of something to say. Kirishima was the first to speak up.
"So... how do you know Bakugo?" And their conversation picked up (as much as it could with Izuku's tired drawl) about how they both met Katsuki, and how much they thought he was an amazing person. They both held a distinct admiration for the kind of person he was, and when Kirishima had heard of the kind acts Katsuki had committed, he knew his decision was right.
He knew that Katsuki was a good person.
Izuku had a good day, and the nightmares didn't plague her that night. She hadn't gotten to talk to someone new for a long time, and it was... tiring, just like everything else she did.
Who knew a change of pace was all she needed? Suffice to say Kirishima got blown up by Katsuki when he came back to the hospital room.
The day started off cold, yet slowly transitioned into warmth.
An: O-kay. This one was pretty fun to write, although at the same time, I didn't mean to have someone from U.A find out about Izuku yet. Honestly, I thought it'd be right for Kirishima to be the first to find out, and now his curiosity had been sated - and Izuku has a new friend!
I hope I didn't screw up Izuku's thoughts, I haven't experienced something like that myself, so I can't say that I've wrote it correctly.
And don't worry about this odd POV(? Sort of, the POV's kinda all over the place) switch, the story's main character is Bakugo, but this time I wanted to switch it up a bit and reveal more of Izuku's feelings. I'm not sure if I wrote it well enough to produce a satisfying result, but I'll let you guys be the judge of that.
Also, what is with the weather? What is it, Melbourne or something!?
Thanks for reading! :]
Benji the Monocat: I know, right!? I've been thinking about it for a while, but I could never find anything that really satisfied the sick-Izuku idea (for me, at least). In the end I just decided to take a crack at it.
