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Katsuki really hated villains. He also hated their tendency to intrude on his lessons. Honestly, what could they even want this time? All Might was already out of commission, and so far all they'd done was try to kill everyone. Speaking of which.
Fucking scarface had decided that Bakugou and Half'nHalf were a good target. Which meant that the ash blonde was currently doing what he did best, blowing stuff up. Icyhot kept throwing ice walls up to block Dabis attacks, but they were quickly melted.
Bakugou noted silently where his classmates were, round face, frog, and racoon eyes seemed to be fending off the crazy knife bitch, shitty hair and Deku seemed to be dodging and attempting to attack hands for brains.
Katsuki turned his attention back to the emo asshole attacking him, using his quirk to push him into the air and at the fire user with newfound speed. The villain looks up at him, sending a small but searing hot column of flame towards him with ease, and while it's easy to dodge, the heat isn't something to ignore.
The singe of pain that comes from the fire aimed at him's heat burning into him is enough to knock him off balance, and the explosive teen falls at an alarming speed. Falling. Falling. And then there is something cold at his back. Katsuki turns his head to find himself sliding down a slope of ice, and he subconsciously thanks the half and half bastard for the aide, although he'd never admit it.
He lands at a halt on the ground, immediately standing back up again and readjusting to his surroundings. It is the damn nerd and shitty hair that catches his eye. Some nameless villain seemed to be approaching behind him, her palm outstretched. As Deku kept his attention on the handyman, the female's palm began to light up. Some sort of light quirk?
It didn't matter. Because from the position and the clues, it was clear that the blow she was about to ensue was supposed to be lethal. Now, Bakugou Katsuki may be an ass, but he wasn't evil, he wasn't going to just ignore that. "MIDORIYA DUCK!" He doesn't bother to call Deku anything but his name, to focused on making sure the nerd didn't die.
The shout was enough for Deku to turn, and he was able to duck in time. The critical blow missed. Well, one of them did. Bakugou should have known to never turn his back on an enemy. The last thing he felt before he toppled was heat soaring through his chest, and an unmistakable surge of pain.
The smell of smoke and blood slowly faded, then the world around went black. He was still.. there, he just couldn't see. Bakugou wanted to panic when he suddenly couldn't feel the ground beneath him, but his body and mind didn't let him. He didn't have enough time left to scream, but Deku did it for him. That was the last thing he heard before his thoughts stopped.
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Funerals are somber events. Aizawa tended to try and avoid them. And yet he found himself here, in a black suit while staring at a grave. He can hear multiple of his students crying. Most notable is Midoriya, clutching his mother as he sobbed. Aizawa himself had shed a few tears, but he wasn't currently.
In the corner of his eye he can see the Bakugous. Masuru is crying and Mitsuki looks like she's been through hell and back. Aizawa had already exchanged words with them, telling them of their son's bravery. The actual ceremony is over, has been for a while now, but it seems few have left yet. After a while, they do start to trickle out, and Aizawa is one of the last there. Only he, Mitsuki Bakugou, and Midoriya remain.
Aizawa can't help but stay. After all, he blames himself for this. He was supposed to keep his students safe, yet one is now six feet deep. It takes forever for him to leave. It takes Mic coming and dragging him away to get him away from his own thoughts. A member of class 1-A is dead, and he can't shake the thought that it's his fault.
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Mitsuki is the second to last one to leave. She can't shake the thought that it is her son that was just buried. It was her son that died. She just can't stop herself from wishing it was someone else, anyone! It shouldn't be her son. Her son should be alive. That is why she had sobbed over and over into Masurus chest until he eventually told her he was going to grieve at home.
Mitsuki wanted to scream, to lie to herself, to say that wasn't her son in the coffin. But she couldn't. Because it was, and she knew that. She knew it was her son who died in the villain attack. He had wanted to be a hero. Now she wishes she could have talked him out of it, protested instead of encouraging him the way she had. It isn't fair. Now her son was dead, unable to become what he had wanted, unable to even live past 16.
Mistsukis son is gone, and he's never coming back.
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Midoriya is last to leave. He stays until it is too far into night to see. He cries up a river, something Kachan would've made fun of him for. He would give anything to hear that. To hear his childhood friend say anything, no matter what it entails to him. But Deku knows that won't happen. And he cries even more because of it.
It is hard. Hard to place the flowers he clutches in his hand down on his grave. But he does. He is still crying. Why did he have to die? Why couldn't he just keep fighting instead of warning Midoriya? Deku feels cheated. They were so close. He was so close to finally breaking through to him, to finally getting Kacchan to accept his friendship.
Yet instead he died on terms like these. No friendship had been reinstated. Midoriya sits by his childhood friend's grave for hours, and apologizes. He apologizes for the fact that he couldn't save him, for annoying him for all those years.
His old friend is gone, and Deku doesn't get a second chance for friendship.