Of course, being a hero student during the final fight between one for all and all for one should of been enough evidence to show that he was, in fact, going to die. It wasn't that he was inexperienced, it was that he simply couldn't match his opponents skill. The fight was short but sickeningly efficient in taking the tall boy down. He deeply regretted not utilising his time as a quote on quote 'peaceful highschool student'.
A gurgle could be heard from the boy's unmasked mouth at the silent joke. Peaceful?? The students in 1-A never had a chance at a normal highschool life. With Midoriya in the class it was impossible. From USJ, to the gym incident and to the present day. Honestly, Shouji should relish in the fact that he hadn't already died. But he was still crying because he was dying.
"Get out of here," Tentacole commanded the raven-headed boy: "I can handle this guy, Deku probably needs your help"
"Got it" Is all Tsukiyomi said before leaving to help the One for All user.
The fact that this was the last time he'd see him broke his heart. The tears poured harder and faster than before and quiet whimpers erupt from his mouth. He curled in on himself, only worsening the stomach wound. Fists clenched, grabbing the dirt and grass, the former turning into mud due to the worsening rain.
How fitting. The day he dies it rains. It's almost as if the heavens above wanted to make his cruel and untimely death even crueler. He couldn't help but clutch the still-bleeding injury in anger. Why today? Why not some other day where he could see how great the future would eventually become due to this fight.
The only thought that consoled the weeping boy was the fact that he might be able to see some of his friends again. The ones who perished earlier than him. God he missed them so much. 1A became so much duller when they realised that just because they survived multiple other Villain attacks doesn't mean they won't survive them all.
"It's not fair" he wailed between sobs, his voice cracking. Why the hell did the government think that training mere children, because that's what they are, to become fighters was a good idea? He saw personalities fade into colder charades. They're child soldiers. They shouldn't have to do this shit!
The truth only made the boy angry. If Aizawa truly cared so much, why would he let this happen? He started hitting the ground pathetically in rage, fist sinking into the soft mud with every 'hit'.
Sinking into his stomach, the blade twisted and sliced. A small waterfall of flood cascaded out of Shouji's mutated mouth. His eyes kept flickering between the villian's eyes glinting with glee and the machete that was now stuck firmly in his abdomen. "Your blood is so pretty, Shouji-kun! If only I knew about this earlier!" Toga crowed, her face alight with pleasure. With a well-placed kick to his stomach, he fell to the floor
Where he still layed. Crimson covered his arms and torso, sticking to his body. At this point, he had grown indifferent to the sight, considering that his class was getting themselves into danger almost constantly.
"I wonder what they are doing? " He whispered, a bittersweet smile adorning his face. Probably celebrating. Considering that he could very faintly hear the cheers of his still-standing classmates. How long would it be until they found his soon-to-be lifeless body?
They'd be heartbroken, gathering their reactions earlier in the year to the gym incident. Maybe his funeral would be just as grand? But he was doubtful of that. It wasn't like his parents had a ton of money they'd willingly spend on one of the multiple items they had hoarded over the years.
Oh god. His siblings. What they were they going to do? They were all so vulnerable. These thoughts swirled and spiraled in the white-haired boys head until they were the only things he could think clearly. His breaths were ragged and pained, blood oozing slowly out of his mouth joining the pool he lay in.
The pain had subsided, and small black spots appeared in his vision. No doubt a side-effect of the blood loss. After all these years of wondering about what dying was like, he finally found out. It wasn't like a flash, or peaceful. It was cold, much colder than he could even dream of it being. Breathing got more and more difficult. Painful. Willing his eyes to stay open, the tears finally started to slow and stop.
And like that, 1A Student Shouji Mezou died. Eyes still open, but blank and cloudy. Fists relaxed and skin went bone cold, half from the lack of life and half from the rain that persisted.
And then he woke up.
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Hi lads!! This is an idea for a fic I've had for a while and I have been almost non-stop talking about with my friend and the co-author of this fic. I hope y'all enjoy it :D
-Author Milo