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In the beginning, the flame within Bakugou to persevere and return to the normal life he once had with you, burned brightly.
Physically, you were by his side and he could sense your being next to his.
However, as the days went by, he could feel your heart slowly and steadily drifting far away from him like powerful gusts of wind, and reduced his once roaring fire into becoming nothing but a meager candle. Its flame now barely just a flicker of light, inevitability drowned and extinguished in a pool of its own melted wax.
Nothing but total darkness engulfed Bakugou on the inside.
Within the endless chasm he ran until he could barely breathe, but it was useless. It was like chasing after a waning light at the end of a tunnel that only seemed to grow further away with every step.
His desperate cries for help went unheard within the deafening silence.
He felt hopelessly trapped.
There wasn’t a single clock hung within the nonexistent walls of this abyss, but Bakugou could hear its brass pendulum booming like a giant gong deep within a cave somewhere, as the minutes ticked by.
Bakugou lay feeling afraid on the hard white floor beneath him, as he curled into himself and watched as each grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass.
Not a second went by where he didn’t spend every moment trying to remember your face, your smile, and everything about you.
“What I wouldn’t give to see you again.”
He didn’t want to ever forget.
“I fell into the deepest sleep I’ve ever had in my life.
I was falling into a black hole and just kept falling down the damn thing. But suddenly, my body stopped, and just floated there in the empty space.
All I could see were these blinking lights. I couldn’t make out what they were. I just kept staring at them until they started drifting towards me. I reached my hand out to grab one of them, and it was as if my life was stuck on rewind.
I saw everything.
Even when the villain’s attack was still embedded in my eyes and I couldn’t stop bleeding, it felt like I knew what would happen next before it happened.”
Tears escaped your eyes one by one. You’ve never heard him sound so broken.
“When I woke up from that dream and opened my eyes, those lights were gone and everything was so dark. That’s when I realized, this is all real.”
With all his might, Bakugou held onto the wish in his heart; but little did he know the price it would cost.
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The pain was almost unbearable as Bakugou felt his eyes abruptly reanimate. He blinked through the disorienting blurriness as they were freed from the shackles of the haunting shadows.
Tears filled with both sorrow and happiness fell from your eyes.
“It really… worked...” You thought to yourself in your statue-like state, your consciousness beginning to fade.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Bakugou held his hand up and could see the warm golden rays of the rising sun, shining brightly through the spaces between each of his fingers.
“Was it always so bright?” He tried to adjust his newly restored eyes to the blinding brightness when he felt the weight on his back and waist suddenly lifting.
Bakugou stilled before rigidly looking down to see your arms dissipating into fragile orbs of light.
His heart dropped; and without warning, tears welled in his eyes.
“(Y/N)…?” Bakugou fearfully spoke. His hands trembled as he tried to grab onto the fading light that started to float away from behind him.
“…”
Bakugou turned around and the rest of your body was already dissolving into the same matter.
“(Y/N)!” He tearfully and painfully screamed, as he activated his quirk to follow in the direction you were being drawn to.
Bakugou flew over the forest terrain, but what he saw when he got there, was a face without a breath of color, and a body too still; being carried into an all too familiar warp gate.
A foreboding chill went down his spine.
“No! (Y/N)! Open your eyes damn it!” Bakugou frantically yelled, using his blasts to propel himself forward as the gate started to dematerialize.
“(Y/N)!” He flew with his arm desperately outstretched to you but trying to catch the mist-like Kurogiri was like, “trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.”
Bakugou was just a mere inch from reaching you when the gate closed and disappeared into nothingness. His explosions extinguished as he landed, and he stood there frozen in what would be your final resting place.
Bakugou’s eyes widened and his pupils tremored in horror, as his mind played back to all those moments where he should’ve immediately demanded an answer to your strange behavior, instead of letting this all happen. Bakugou’s blood ran cold at the sudden realization.
You sacrificed yourself for him.
You died because of him.
“(Y/N)!” Bakugou screamed relentlessly, his heart felt like it was pulled out of his chest, torn to shreds, doused in gasoline, and set on fire.
Bakugou’s fists tightened, “This can’t be happening.” He refused to believe that this was the end, and took off to the skies in search of you.
“They couldn’t have gotten that far.” But no matter where he looked, all he could see were snow and trees in every direction.
No matter how much and how loudly Bakugou desperately screamed your name, the only voice that would echo in reply, was his own.
It was nightfall, and after scouring every inch of the desolate mountain range, his strength was completely depleted from pushing his quirk to its limit; as Bakugou landed and his knees buckled to the freezing snow beneath him, with an even more frigid and gaping hole carved into his chest.
He couldn’t think, the pain was too much to bear.
He couldn’t breathe, the frosty air only seemed to suffocate him as he hyperventilated. Bakugou fell forward onto his forearms, and clenched onto his tightening chest.
You were gone.
Bakugou only had the briefest glance of the Puppet Master’s hollowed and dark purple eyes before you disappeared, but he knew.
This was the devil you had made a deal with, and chose to sign the contract with your name written in blood for him.
Bakugou was convinced that this all had to been a sick lie in some twisted nightmare.
“We made a promise damn it! I kept mine!”
When he opened his eyes to the patch of grass that unearthed from the melted snow, and watched as the budding sunflower bloomed before his eyes, the unforgiving truth hit him.
“You promised to never leave me! Damn it, I still need you!”
“So where... Where are you…?” He cried.