A short chapter to close off part 1 of the story. I probably won't post for a while after this, because I'll be busy using Nanowrimo to finally complete this story.

But anyway, this is my halloween present to you. I hope you guys enjoy enjoy.

Bakugou stared out the window, watching the stars shine in the night. With light pollution mostly out of the question, Katsuki could see a lot more stars than he ever could. He liked to count them, to distract himself for as long as he could, but he was finding it hard to distract himself that night. He had four more days left at Shiketsu, four more days he could be with Midoriya, and he had yet to find a way to escape her. She didn't go a moment without being by his side, making sure he was alright, packing their things like they were going to leave together. Like he could actually put her through that torture again. She didn't even know.

It broke him. It really did. He was scared. So, so scared of leaving her and entering that world alone, but he had to. He couldn't stay, and he wouldn't let his mistake be the reason why she could no longer stay where it's safe.

There was a soft knock on the door. Bakugou almost didn't answer the door, but then he heard the small murmur of one of the only few voices he could trust.

"Bakugou, we need to talk," she said softly. He looked at Midoriya, who was sleeping soundly in the bed. She looked so unbothered, so innocent to the deceit he was about to pull. He gently pulled the covers over her shoulder after she shivers before making his way to the hallway.

"What is this?" the blonde asked almost immediately as she pushed an object into his hands. He looked at it, the object feeling heavy in his hands despite being a mere notebook. Something he had collected a long time ago on one of his runs for a specific reason.

"A gift," he said slowly, almost inaudible. "Can you do me a favor?" He wouldn't look her in the eye, not in the mental state he was in. Typically, the two of them would bicker. She'd say something that would irritate him, and he would do the same back, but they both knew it was all fun and games. He trusted her enough to entrust the very item in his hands, because she was good enough friends with Deku.

"I don't want any part of what you have planned," Camie said. He didn't have to see her to know she was frustrated. "I don't want to be the one to break the news to her."

"You won't be," he retorted. "She'll find out in the morning, on any of these mornings. Soon, but you don't need to worry about that." He paused, looking at the closed door behind him before turning back towards Camie. He held the book out towards her.

"No!"

"It's for her birthday," he said. "She's always liked to write. She lost her notebook recently and was bummed about it. I almost didn't take it, but then I remembered how happy she was writing in it. It was one of the only comfort she had left, so I did some stupid shit to get it." he let out a broken sob, his fingers unintentionally curling around the delicate pages. He released when Camie took a hold of the notebook.

"When's her birthday?" she asked slowly. Her voice was shaking, and so were her hands. He pretended not to see it, and tried not to let it affect him.

"July fifteenth," he said. "Two weeks from now I believe."

"Jesus!"

"Please," he said. "I left a note on the inside, something she can't read until I'm well and far away. I don't think I can ask anyone else to give it to her but you." He was desperate, because the only thing that would give him even a little peace of mind was in that notebook. He needed her to get it.

"Fine," she said rather hesitantly. "Take it as a farewell gift." Her voice shook then, then she turned away to wipe a tear. Bakugou looked away, emotions pulling at his heart. He was so close to breaking, so close to losing his shit at the prospect of taking care of the final thing he needed to do before he left. It was as if he punishment was finally taking root within him, and with everything in his being he just wanted to tear shit up.

"Stop crying, dammit! It's not the end of the world," he said, but his voice cracked and his head jerked to the side. Camie sniffled then lunged and wrapped her arms around him. He almost pulled away until she began speaking.

"I promise I'll look after her. I promise I won't let her do anything stupid after you leave," Camie cried. "Just promise me you'll try to stay alive. That you'll live until you find another Shiketsu, and that someday the two of you can meet again." He stood as still as possible, silent tears running down his face. He wanted to yell so bad, but he kept it within himself. He let limb arms wrap around her gently, and she gave him a big squeeze before pulling away and wiping at her tears. "I better see you again in the future."

"Damn straight," he muttered. "Thank you." She laughed then nodded her head, her cheeks turning red as she looked down at the book. Both of them turn when the door cracks open, and a sleepy eyed Midoriya appears.

"Kacchan? Camie? What are you doing out here?" she asked slowly, letting the door creak open wider as she looked at the two. "Were you crying?"

"Deku," Bakugou growled. "You looking down on me? I don't fucking cry." Midoriya merely blinked at him before she looked at Camie.

"Nothing much. Katsuki was just giving me something," Camie said. Midoriya glanced down at the notebook, then at Bakugou. She sighed, then turned away, appearing dejected.

"I apologize," she said. "The two of you can continue." Just as Midoriya moved to close the door, Bakugou pressed himself against it, staring gently at Midoriya. He knew that look. She assumed something intimate was happening between him and Camie. He could've sworn he convinced her there was nothing between the two of them.

"Shitty Deku, stop jumping to conclusions!" he exclaimed. "It wasn't nothing much, just some things we can't take with us." Her cheeks flushed, then she bowed to both of them, apologizing profusely. Camie quietly said her goodbyes before returning to her room. Bakugou ushered her inside, finding her exclamations annoying.

"Go to sleep," he told her almost immediately after the door closed. She stretched, letting out a cute groan before falling limp and looking up at him from her pillow. She patted the spot next to her.

"You look exhausted," she said. He scoffed, looking out the window at the stars again. He was, and he was sure he looked it. But he couldn't go to sleep, let alone next to her. He needed to distance himself from her as much as possible, because if he got any closer he may not be able to leave.

"Go to fucking sleep, Deku," he said harshly. He heard her gasp and the sheet rustle. Suddenly she was at his side, looking out the window with him. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with her bed head. Her half closed eyes. Her lips parted as she took calm breaths. The way the moon made her porcelain skin glow. She looked beautiful.

"We'll have plenty of time to lose sleep when we leave," she told him. He didn't look at her, he couldn't.

"If you're tired go the fuck to sleep," he said, trying to diswayed her from standing next to him. From being so innocently perfect and making it all the more harder for him to leave.

"I don't like it when you're like this. When you don't let me in," she said. He didn't know where she got the confidence from. Typically, she'd keep her thoughts to herself. Perhaps it was the fact that she was half asleep that she was spewing out anything that came to her mind.

She pulled gently on his arm, silently begging for him to listen to her. Without much fight left in him, he stood and let her lead him to the bed. He laid down, ignoring the way his muscles practically became jello at the warmth of the sheets and the softness of the mattress. On top of that, Midoriya snuggled herself into his chest, her warmth making him even more relaxed. Without realizing it, his arms found their way around her small frame, and he found his eyelids slowly closing at the sound of soft breathing. He fell asleep to the smell of tangerines and vanilla.

Bakugou left in the middle of the night the next day while she was sleeping. She had woken up to a cold bed, the indents of where he was lying no longer visible. His travel bag was gone and so were an extra pair of clothes, a blanket, and his shoes. Any food they had wasn't touched, nor any water bottle. He didn't take anything she had prepared prior for both of them.

At first she didn't know what to do. SHe was hoping her mind was playing tricks on her, that she'd blink and he'd be sitting at the window, watching the birds fly by like he had the last few days. He greeted her good morning, the only acknowledgement of her presence. He wouldn't be gone, he'd be there. But then there was a knock on the door, and a guilty faced Kayami entered the room.

"I'm sure you can guess where he's headed by now," she said softly, taking a seat next to Midoriya on the bed. "I made sure he had enough supplies to last him a while before he left."

"We were supposed to leave together," Midoriya said softly, her eyes locked on her hands. She gripped the sheets, the soft material building in her palms. "He wasn't supposed to go alone."

"He didn't want to burden you with surviving," Kayami told her. "He spoke to me a few days before the trial, asked me to grant him that one thing. He didn't want you to live in fear anymore. He was willing to leave to ensure that you were happy."

"That's not for him to decide!" she snapped, the tears flowing from her eyes like a dam. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces. It felt harder to breathe, to think. He was gone. He actually left. He left her behind.

"Izuki…"

"Where did he go?" she asked quickly, raising to her feet. She started rushing to put oher shoes on, to fill her bag in an attempt to catch up to him. "Did he tell you where he was going?" Kayami looked sympathetic, shaking her head gently as she looked at her. Midoriya slowed, pausing from her pursuit. She felt helpless.

"He left around two in the morning. He's been gone for quite a few hours. I'm sorry," Kayami said. Midoriya gasped, wiping at her tears. He was a jerk sometimes, that never changed. She wished he wasn't so prideful, that he'd tell her of his crazy plans before enacting them. They came to Shiketsu together, surely they should be able to leave together too.

She felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her. Midoriya buried her head in Kayami's chest, letting her cries of agony ring in the room. Bakugou being kicked out of Shiketsu was shocking enough, but it didn't hurt, not like that. It felt wrong for him to be gone, and she realized that since the beginning of the end of the world, Bakugou had been by her side. Every morning she'd wake up to him doing something, being there, existing with her.

"He promised," she said weakly, remembering the cold night in the car after they'd found their parents. The promise he made that was never spoken of again, but remained engrained in her memories. "I promised he wouldn't leave me." Kayami rubbed soothing circles on Midoriya's back. Her wailing stopped eventually, but then she was left with an empty feeling. Kayami left to attend to the issue being addressed over her radio. With her presence gone, Midoriya migrated to the window, where she sat, and watched, and hoped that somehow she would see Bakugou. That he wasn't completely gone.