"You have come back to me"

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The imminent sense of loss was scorching to the soul, incandescent that clouded the eyelids, which longed to close to avoid seeing the horror it held.

The senses became rough and if the reality was that, then he refused to live it, because it was too much for one to bear. He simply couldn't exist with so much pain in one person.

Deku's languid and inert body lying on his legs, so cold, so cute, even.

His curls were soft to touch them with his hand, to caress and move them slowly, feeling every particle of his being far from being heard, because no words came out of his mouth, no reactions arose from his body, there was no flicker from his eyelids, there was nothing to dilute the bitter feeling of what was happening.

However, he refused to accept, he flatly refused to surrender.

You can't leave me, Deku.

He laid him on the floor, he hyperextended his neck delicately, opened his mouth and exercised the process of mouth to mouth resuscitation.

"Come on, Deku!" He encouraged him, putting all the energy he had left in his body, using his utmost effort to bring him back to life. He needed him with him, not far from his life. Bakugou refused to live without Deku. "Don't leave me, Deku! Don't give up!"

"Bakugou" Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, but he shook him away, starting the other part of the resuscitation.

"Deku you won't leave here" He murmured agitatedly. "I know you can hear me, damn nerd!" He began the cycle a second time, repeating the steps as he was taught at school. "Come back to me, please!" He repeated the third cycle with greater force, more frequently exerted from his rough voice. "Open your eyes, Deku! I refuse to live a life without you…" Again, his voice was closing, his throat was drying, and his tears spurted from his eyes like shipwrecks. "I love you" He declared, hearing the silent sobs of Deku's friends behind his back. They lost hope of seeing him alive, but he, he kept trying, insisting on the inert body of his boyfriend for two days to come back to life. "I love you, I love you" He continued with greater boom, repeating the cycle for the fifth time. Now his friends were trying to comfort him.

Didn't those idiots understand that the last thing that they should missed is hope?

"I love you, damn it!" He howled, shaking Deku's body, trying his best not to lose his temper. "Come on, Deku! You can hear me, I love you, I love you much more than you think." His arms grew tired, loosening his pulse. "Don't leave me here alone, I can't be without you!" He felt his rough throat burn on fire. "Don't give up, Deku, you're not like that!"

"Bakugou stop!" Kirishima intervened, unable to continue seeing him that way, but he ignored him.

"Midoriya won't return!" Iida proclaimed with the authority of a superior, capturing everyone's attention.

He must return, he must return, Bakugou exclaimed in his mind, clenching his jaw.

"What do you know?" He roared, not letting go of Deku.

"It… it hurts all of us," Iida replied, his lower lip trembling. "He was a"

"Don't talk about Deku in the past!" Bakugou pointed out irascible. "Don't you dare…" He closed his eyes after saying that, throwing himself into hugging Deku with all the regret of his heart, regretting his mistake, his lack of. "Deku couldn't have left!" He cried bitterly. "No… he couldn't." He choked on a sob, laying his head on the forehead of his beloved, smelling his scent, feeling the gloom of his languid body, touching his skin.

Never before had he seen things as cold, or having seen the contours of the folds with gaps in them, or that the ways of his friends were impediments to thinking, to suffer alone.

Alchemy was mixed with science, people flagellated into statues that blocked the view, the brown earth that covered the ground was sprayed with the essence that made up the body that was previously the person he loved most in the world.

He never told him directly, he never confessed to him how great his existence was in his world.

It was unbearable to exist without him.

"I love you" He whispered brokenly. "I love you so much, Deku." He stroked his arms with his fingertips, his hands until they intertwined with his fingers. He bent down again, laying his forehead on his, watching his beautiful eyes closed, wishing that his eyes would look only at him in a sea of perdition, where their eyes could be lost far from reality.

He didn't know what he would do next, what he would do without Deku in his life. The idea was piercing his mind caused him a terrifying fear, eating his skull, burning his neurons until he burned them.

What did he still do without his presence in his life? What would happen to him? Nothing, one more existence, a mutilated scourge in the population, a mediocre hero, etc.

What awaited him alone?

What did a life without Deku entail?

Bakugou was breathing deeply, near an inert body that once was the sign of his love in flesh and blood, the sign that in ferns and bushes reflected a paradise made in person.

"Ba-Bakugou" Todoroki spoke incredulously.

What did that bastard want now? He ignored him, letting out a groan.

"Bakugou" He said more persistently.

"What do you want?" He got up to look at him with disgust. Did the bastard not understand that he suffered?

"Look at Midoriya." He pointed him cautiously, his bichromatic eyes suggested that what he told him to see was not an invention.

"What?" He snapped, returning his eyes to Deku's body, which was… inert? His orbs opened wide. Deku's chest was expanding and shrinking, from his mouth the air he inhaled and exhaled.

Wa-was he alive?

Did he really live?

He didn't die?

"D-Deku?!" He pounced on his body, anxiously checking that the air coming out of his mouth was really, a sign that he hadn't left him. Indeed, air, air emerged from his mouth, his chest expanded and progressively reduced, and therefore, he could feel it. "Deku …" He smiled disarming in pure joy. He hugged him as hard as he could, placing Deku's head on his chest that jumped in joy, surrounding him entirely with his arms; now, tears of happiness arose from his eyes without stopping, spraying the pale cheeks of his beloved nerd. "I love you" He said gratefully.

The screams of Uraraka, the laughter of his friends, and Iida's enthusiasm were what his ears caught in a matter of seconds.

He would thank half and half bastard for realizing that the nerd didn't abandon them, since he realized that the nerd, in effect, didn't abandon them forever, but was alive, breathing.

He gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek, stroking his cheek with his hand, delineating his cheekbones; moved, he kissed him again on the opposite cheek, and then on the forehead.

Although he didn't open his eyes, he knew he could hear them, so he repeated countless times that he loved him so much, without detaching himself from him.

Todoroki approached him, giving him a sideways smile.

"I think he's unconscious." He opined out of nowhere, causing Bakugou to tense, imposing his body so he wouldn't have Deku's reach. "Bakugou" He sighed angrily. "I won't do anything to Midoriya."

"You're pretty stupid for keeping quiet" He claimed, clinging to the nerd's body as if he was going to steal him.

"I love Midoriya too, you know?" He exteriorized vaguely. A nervous contraction arose in Bakugou's eyebrows. "But, I already know that Midoriya loves you" He admitted in misfortune.

"Tsk." He rolled his eyes.

The celebration of his friends was still standing behind him, without paying attention to the argument they had.

"Midoriya didn't want to tell you about the plan." He let him know, sighing. He frowned, curiously, telling the bastard to continue. "He thought you hated him, that is, that you excited him to later break his heart."

"It's not true!" He denied it immediately.

"Midoriya thought that if he disappeared from your life, you would be happy, or at least he wouldn't cause you so much trouble" Todoroki concluded. "That's why he planned to sacrifice himself for all of us."

Bakugou was livid.

Did Deku think he hated him to the point of not wanting him alive? He emitted a dizzy gasp, tightening his grip on Deku's body, which was still breathing.

"Well, also" He scratched the back of his neck, nodding. "The only way to defeat the villain was from the inside out and using the use of cold." He gave Deku a look of admiration. "The villain attacked him in his house, and in the rapid exchange, shortly after his mother was injured, Midoriya realized that the cold damaged the surface of the villain's viscosity, when he went out to attack him through the window and some snowflakes fell on his arm and Midoriya saw that he, by default, was writhing in pain "

"I see." It was what he could say, absorbed in words.

"I know that when Midoriya will be conscious" Todoroki said. "He feels betrayed by me for telling you this, but I didn't want to keep it a secret, when he could have the chance to tell you, Bakugou." He gave him a friendly smile. "Now." He stood up, recruiting the rest, who kept on celebrating. "We have to take Midoriya with Recovery Girl" He informed cautiously.

"I carry him" Bakugou stood up, carrying Deku in his arms, taking the best care not to hurt him more than his crotch was, although fortunately, it was not a deep cut that would damage the tissue too much.

The joy of knowing that he did not abandon anyone of his loved ones was abysmal.

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P.S. A shorter chapter than the previous one, but I hope you liked it.

This chapter is from Bakugou.