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He looked so beautiful like this. Peaceful, unbothered and unknowing of any harm in the world. Midoriya was almost jealous of the utter calmness the love of his life must have been experiencing at that moment.
Shoto did not move, he merely layed there, on the soft, silky sheets and did not bother to twitch even a single muscle in his peaceful state. It almost felt as he never wanted to wake up again, Midoriya did not judge him for it, the violence in their world was worth ignoring at times. The boy wanted to reach out, touch the other‘s face, feel his soft skin under his palm, rough from training, and wipe the hair out of his face. But he did not do it, feeling that it would be better to not disturb Shoto.
‚It’s funny‘ Midoriya thought.
‚He looks almost happy like this‘. He stood up then, suit all wrinkled from kneeling down for over 20 minutes.
„Are you ready to go now? It’s hard for you especially, I know that, but the others are surely waiting for us“ Tenya‘s eyes were red and swollen behind the thick glasses from crying, just like his own. He must look worse though.
„I am. Let’s go then“ Midoriya looked back at the still opened coffin of Shoto, cracking a smile since he knew the other had loved them so much an surely did not wish for him to be so unhappy. Together him and Tenya went out of the now almost empty cathedral, seeing a few workers slowly lift the coffin to bring it to the grave, where the others were waiting for Shoto to be buried and finally at peace.