Regrets
DISCLAIMER: Kōhei Horikoshi is the owner and creator of the Boku no Hero Academia universe.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A prompt based on the cover art I found lurking Google Images.
A small boy with green hair and slight sunken eyes gaze down with a cold haunting look, wearing the gakuran uniform with a yellow back pack and red shoes. Katsuki struggled to breathe as the weight was crushing down on him.
W̸͈̅̒ḩ̸͇̍͘͠ẏ̵̟̻̂́?̶̟͔͘ ̵̮̾̈́W̶̬̪̓h̴̨͍̯̿͌ÿ̸̨̹̰́ ̶͕̳̫͑̽̅d̵̛̪̈́ͅi̶̭̰̲̒̄d̵̥̗̘̓́́ ̸͚̙̔̽̏y̸̻̒o̴͓̅͊̈u̴͙̱̹̅ ̴̙̠̿d̵̤̽͒͆o̵͇̫͗ ̸̬̯͈̽͗̌t̵̨͎͇̓̅h̸̺̝̯͋̀̂ḯ̴͖̌ŝ̷͚͋͆ ̵̻̭͔͋̔t̶͚͒ő̴̪̚͝ ̵̰̞͋̏̚m̵̲͐͜e̴̤͗̃?̸̨̛͎͐̽ͅ ̴̭̩̯͐͛̚W̴̭̃̀̍h̸̨͎͊͐y̷͓̟̞̓̕ ̸̢̣̒w̸͇̑o̷͚͓̮͌͌̀u̷̥͙͐̋͝l̷̘̑̐̚d̸̅ͅ ̷̣̆̒͆y̶̡͈̓o̵̖̙̎̀ȕ̵̟́̏ ̴̨̪̿̍ĥ̸͕̖̏ū̷̹̆̕ṛ̴̙̹͊̀̚ṯ̵͔̄̀ ̴̹̬̿͂̾m̸͉̄̓e̵͔̓̒ ̶̳́́̆s̶̥͙̀̊́ọ̵̦͉͋̌ ̸͍͖̻̋ṁ̴̼̼̠̍̎ů̷̢̘̪̽̈́ĉ̶̦̕ḧ̸͕́,̶̲͗͛͗ ̷͙̀͆ͅḰ̷̲͇͇́a̵͍̓͂̔c̸̞̙̈́͗̊͜c̷͈͙̪͝h̵̺̖̯̏́a̴̜̼͛͜͠n̷̨͖̦̈́͊͝?̶̥̚
Katsuki gasped for air as he fought against this weight, but couldn't even budge.
Y̴̧͚̍̀͋o̴͚̻̍̈́̐ũ̸͕̏ ̸̞̙͉̑t̵̯̓́o̵̠̱̿l̸̨̢̳͆͛d̸͉̀̊ ̶̛̮̝͈̑m̵̜̮͈̈́è̸̱̻ ̵͈̉̀̅t̶͕̒̍͑o̷̧̖̻͗̾̋ ̷̱̃t̷̰̖̀̃ą̷̝̭̀̅̈́k̷͓̰̝̾ḙ̴̑̍ͅ ̸͕̀̂̈́a̵̲͙̤̒ ̴̲̳͖̓̍͗š̷̛̟͘w̷̧̮̦̃a̸̻̳̐͝n̴͇̙̋̿̀ ̸̓͆͜d̶͈͑̓ḯ̸̳͍̻̇v̵̨̛͕͎̅̑ę̴͇̑̅ ̷̪̅͛̈ọ̵̫̑̀̆ͅḟ̸̦̈́f̶̻̀ ̴̲̋̽t̷̨͕͋͆͜͝h̴̲̣̭̄e̶͕̲͚̽͠ ̵̢͎̀̾͘r̴̒͜ő̴̭̥̊̚͜o̵͓͌͛̉f̶͎͙̈̀̈́ ̷̖͔̓̇̐a̷̛̟͙̿͛ņ̸͇̺́̇̿d̸̮̭͂ ̴̖͓̓̾̑p̶̰͈̄͝ͅr̸͊̏͜a̵͉̽́̿y̷͇͒̀ ̷̢͚̼͒̆̇t̴̛̗̰̿̆ô̸̤̲̈ ̴̭͆G̵̊ͅô̷͕d̵̫̎ ̴͎̐̈́͘f̴̪̹͋o̴̯̊̀̕r̴̻͈͒̿ ̷̘̳̍a̵͍̓͊̕ ̴͈̏̔͒q̷̰̼̞̎̊͝u̴̠͐̌̏î̴͔r̶͕̲͌k̶͇̥͍͌͑?̸̬̎͠ ̴̪̈Ḏ̴͉̗̚ì̸̫̳̑ͅd̴͇̺̤̏̋͘ ̶̠̇̍̃y̵̺̪͕̓̌ó̶̢͙ͅȗ̵̝͘ ̸͖̪̜̑́h̵̨̤̿͝ͅa̸̠̍́͑t̶͓͌ę̸̬͉̌͋ ̸̮̓m̶̗̃͝e̴͇̹̘͋ ̸̺̣̪̈̈́t̸͚̀h̷̺͔̰̓̇́a̶̜̅͂t̵̤̗̭̕ ̴̮́̃̎m̶̤̺̕ù̸͈͝c̶̼̗̍͛h̴̠̅͘ ̴̰͆t̴̡̞̯̽ỏ̶̪̔ ̷̳͙̰̎̾̐m̴̱̝͕͝a̸̳͓̠̎k̸̘͓͒͜ẹ̵͂ ̶͖͕̚m̸̡̗̘͐͆e̵̥͊̎̑ ̸͖̰̀̅̕ḱ̷͚̲i̵̫̕l̴̡̯̳̊̚ĺ̶͚̞̞͊̇ ̵͍̯͗m̶̺̍̅́ỵ̵̩̇̓̈́s̶̮͓͌̓e̵͍͑l̴̛͉͑̂f̴̲̩̊?̴̩͕̘̐
"D-Deku…"
A̸͕̬͕̒̃ļ̷̗̝̑̈l̴̬͚̫͊ ̶͓͓̋̏Ị̴̑ ̸̡̃͆̌w̵̢̟̺̅̀̈́ḁ̷̘̻̒̉͋n̴̓͜t̴̜͔̓̑́ë̶̱̹́ḍ̸̛̊ ̵̮̜̀͜w̷̟̐͒a̵̐̍͘ͅs̷̫̠̑̅̚ ̷͎͆̿̂s̴̠̎̋̕o̷̡͉͖͒̎̃m̴͖̗̅̓e̸̩͐͆͒o̸͍̓n̶̟͝e̸͈͍͂̍̉ ̵͍̬̀͋͜ţ̸̲̕o̶̢͙̻͗ ̷̞̓å̸̬͖͜͝c̸͔̲̗͋k̷̪̰͘ǹ̴͚͎̑̋ö̵̖̬́w̴̯͌l̴͓̭͐ẹ̵̋d̶̼̊͂͠g̷͚͓̺͂̒ę̷̖̳̎͘̚ ̸͕͈̮͒m̶̧̹̆̏͝e̶̜̩̒̒.̷̰̙͊ ̸̡̥̠͑B̸̨͈͌͑͘u̸͕̇t̷͈͔͘͘ ̵̹̹̌ẙ̵̮̳͝͝ò̷̮̮͉͠ụ̴̧̎̾ ̵̨͓̀̄̂n̶̢̞̦̔̆͝e̸̡̝͋́v̸̺̤͌e̴̩̦̗͂r̴̰̠̰̋ ̸͔̈d̶̖́̐i̴̼̘̽͒̏d̵̜́.̶̮̖͇̓̀ ̵̛̬̦̈́͌Į̵̖͆̏̋ ̵̠͔͝͠á̷͔̿d̴̝͎̀̇͆ͅm̵̧̜̆i̸͕͇͆͆r̵̛̘̖̬̈́͑e̸̼̱̿͜ḑ̶͖̓̚̕ͅ ̵̰̮͍̓̆̊y̷͉̔͘o̴̹͘ų̸̛̻̚,̵̟̖̰̓͝͝ ̷̤̞̞͗̊͊ÿ̴̪̥̗́̎͘è̵͖͙̠̕t̷̘̲̗͆ ̸͈̯̥͛̒͛y̷̘̲͗̽ö̵̮́̂ú̴̟̋ ̴̘͕̜̋͐̌w̸̥̹̆a̴̲̩͂n̵̬̐t̶͓̏̊e̵̫̣̲͊͛͝ḍ̵͈̌͗͜ ̴̧͍̩͂̆͝m̷̧̟̘͂e̵̗̫͊͊͗ ̸̛͉̐̍ͅṫ̴̰̬̃͘͜ơ̵̭͗͜͝ ̴̹̠͚̽ď̷̬͋͘i̸̯̱̊e̵͉̐.̴̘͋͜
"I-I'm sorry…"
The hollow sunken eyes of green seemed to glow in the dark of his bedroom.
Ñ̵̛̹͊o̴̖̦̺͐ ̵̛̳̦̮̃̓ŷ̷̧̛̪͝ȯ̸̡̠̥̒ŭ̴͙͎'̴̼̱̥̄̈r̸͖̣͗è̸̦̻̋̕ ̵̲͑͆n̷͕͖̈́̒o̸̩̽t̴̙̔.̴̲̯̖̈́̇ ̷̤͚̈́͜Ŷ̷͓͈̅͝ǫ̶́u̵̘̭͌͐'̶̰̩͊ŕ̴̨̢̨̆e̶̮͙̠͂ ̷̠̙̆̇̽n̸̻̪̪̑e̸̢͉̍̓̽ͅv̸̛͔̈́e̴̗̦͊ṟ̸́̿ ̷̡͚̦͐͂̂s̴͍̗̀̀̾o̷̻͊r̷̭̳͉͆̏̒ŗ̵͓̥͘̕̕y̵̬̓.̵̫̼̠͋
Tears streamed down his face, as he stared up at the ghostly image of a boy he once was childhood friends with many years ago, before his quirk manifested.
Y̸̝̫̥̐́̌ơ̷̧̝͊u̵̢͕͜͠ ̵̭̫̪̍c̴̤̖̉̍à̶̧̝̫͐͐ņ̸͂̕͠'̴̯͖̩͆́t̷̝͓̄̈́̌ ̶̧̺̈́̈́t̷̡̝̀̇a̸̧̖̰͒͂̈́k̸̛̳̀̂e̷͔͖̝͐̓̀ ̴̺́̔̏b̸͙́à̷͚c̴͚̺͙̀̈́͒k̵͔̙͑̿ ̷͚̈́͘ẘ̵̧̥̅h̶̛͕͒͠ả̷̻͐̀t̷̢̹̂͋ͅ ̵͔̇y̴͍͇̅̒̚o̵͚̜̓͂u̴͖͚̓ ̴͔̩̋͗s̵̬̞̃͐͊a̵͍̾̏̀i̵͈̽̄̀d̴̢̬̆͛.̵͖́̑͝ ̶̡̫̈I̴̬̞̍̕t̴̮̂͊̐ ̴̱͠h̷̡̍̾̀a̶̢͚̎͠p̵̤̝̎p̴̼̺̄̈́e̷̡̡̔ň̴̰̮e̴̢̺͗̇d̷̨̝̫͛.̴͖͖̇͋̐ ̴̡̖̙̇̾͝T̶̲̓͒͝h̵̡̕ị̶̇̕̚s̵͎̃̈́̕ ̶̰̄i̸̼͓̱̽͌s̸̰̝̬̀͒ ̵̰̲̱́y̶̛͈̐ǒ̴̘̂ũ̴̢͆r̸̡̬̮͗ ̶͖͛̉̒p̴̰̄̔͐ȗ̶̺̹͗̌͜n̶̬̥͆̐i̷͈̞͐̀͜s̸̹̤̰̐͛h̵̯̀̃ͅm̸̱͇͈̃͒e̷̗͂̑͌ṋ̷̪̜͊t̵̞̚,̵̜̋͝ ̵͉̃͝K̷͓̥̮͂̓ą̸̦͙͊͒̋c̸̲̜̊̈́͝c̴̘͂h̴̪̯̹͋̓̅ä̸͖ͅń̷̻̪̪.̸̫̆ ̸͎̮̎I̶̝̩͇͑̿'̴̝̳̗̌m̸̙͌ ̴̰͎̦̔̾ý̵̳̥̤o̴̡̟͓͊ȕ̸͔ȑ̸͍͈͈̀ ̴̥̄ͅg̵̝̰͗̊͋ǔ̷̫̘͓ḯ̸̬͗l̸͑̀͜t̵̳̉ ̶̡̯̬́ṱ̴̺̣̐̈́͘h̴͇͇̓a̶̙͑t̶̟̲́͊ ̵͖̌̾ẅ̶̖͚̋͘i̵͔̭͒͘l̶̨̳̮̃̈́̾l̷̪̾̅ ̴̝̤̩̈́̄ṭ̸͉̱̒̆̊ĕ̶̥̙ä̵̡r̷͍̼̋ ̵͖̋̀͂y̸͖̤͑͝ò̸̱̻ṵ̷͗̏̈ ̶̪̏̓ͅã̸̧̤̿̕p̶̛̤̥̃͋a̴̟̦͈̅̍͝r̶̖͚͍͌̋̽ẗ̷̖́͋ͅ.̶͕̃́̕ ̸̻̹̅͜Ȉ̴͎͇͑ͅ'̴̻̘̪̆m̵͉̞͊̀͊͜ ̷̨̰͆͝y̵̪̓͘o̵̞̅̊̄ų̷̝̎͒́r̴̮̅̆͘ ̵̭̇̆͂c̶̛̟ó̸͚̗͜n̷͇̟̓̌ś̷̗e̸̼̬̾̑q̸̨̰͂͜ù̵͔ë̶̘͚́n̷̪̤̈́̏ĉ̵̫̀̌ë̵͓͌ͅ ̷͎̠̯͗̕f̶͓̮̆ō̶͈r̵̹̠͂̓̑ ̷̢̯̪̄̈́̉t̴̰̅ḧ̷̥́̕ͅͅẹ̸͉͐͜ ̵̯̭͌d̵̡̏̎e̸̖̩̾̊͘a̸̲̻͑t̷̬̟͎̽͐͝h̶͉̙͛͒ ̷͍̍y̸̒ͅo̸̼̅u̴̙̞̻̓̀̒ ̵̲͐c̴̫͍̯̊̓̓a̶͖̗̳̽̓ṷ̶̀͒s̸͕̓͝e̶̜̟̣̊̋̆d̴̹̀͊ ̶̳̝͖͆w̶̦̟̍ỉ̷̘̝̗̇t̸̛͙̙̳̆h̴̤̉͠ ̷͈̂̓͗ÿ̷̖͇̖́͛ớ̵̡̟̯͗u̸̠̯̇r̴̹̙̒͠ ̶͈̲́̀w̶̞͆̐͂ǫ̸̹͗r̸͇͍̼͌͆d̸̟̃̒s̴̱̘̯̈́̿͋.̸̫͂
Tears hit his face. The ghost was crying.
Katsuki choked. "L-Let… let go of me…"
Ǹ̸̠͚̫͆e̴͇̼͆̕v̸͔͓͎͒͂e̵̠͠r̴̹̥͎͗̾̚.̷̭̤͉͗̒
A knock on his door and the sudden pressure vanished, and the ghost with it. Katsuki choked, drawing in air.
"Bakugo? Are you okay?" came the caring tone of Tenya Iida.
"I'm fine," Katsuki spat out roughly.
"Alright then. Please rest well, Bakugo. Good night."
Tenya's soft footfalls disappear. Katsuki sat there in the darkness of his room, back against the wall and looking frantic and disturbed.
Sitting on his desk was Izuku Midoriya. He stared at Katsuki, eyes glowing in the dark.
I̸̱͇͂͝'̷̲̪͚̾̋͝l̷̥̯̭̀̾͛l̴̮̊ ̶̯̤͊́͜h̴̪̘̀̇å̸͖̈́̑ủ̵̡̳͓n̴̤͑̀ṫ̴̨͈̩ ̵͇̀͝ỹ̴͓̱̃͒o̶̥͙͋͒̒ų̴̡̗̓ ̵̢̯̯͐̋̔u̵̘̩͑́͝ṉ̵̥̹̎͋t̶͍̳̋i̷̤͚̔l̷͇͖̤̔͌ ̸̖͇̅t̴̳̦͊̒̀h̸͉͔̊é̸͖̺ ̵̳̲̄͜d̸̖͖̼̀̽͝a̷̦͈̍̈̆͜y̸̡̘͒̈́̍ͅ ̸̧̱̐͐y̶̳̰͉̓ȏ̵̢͕̪û̶̯͛͊ ̸̌̅͜d̸̳͋ḯ̶̥͓̬͌͛e̶͖͋̍,̴̼̽̈́ ̵̨̞̮̓̕K̶̨͈̖̚ă̴̛̞̅c̷̪͐͘c̷͈̥̈́͌̂h̴̤̠̥̔͆͝a̴͇͙͑̆̇n̵̺͈͉͘.̷̩̳̾
He faded away.
Katsuki clutched his head with his hands, silently crying.