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A pain he's never experienced before, ripping through his chest. That was the last thing Katsuki felt.
He only closed his eyes for a second. But when he opened them again, it felt like years had gone by. Painfully, his lungs filled with air. He sat up as he did, gasping and choking on the air his body was so desperate for. He reached out with his crushed arm, ready to retaliate from the last attack.
He was surprised when the appendage gave no pain at the movement.
His palm fizzled out before the power died completely, as Bakugou took in his surroundings. He was slow to stand, looking over the endless field of wheat he had woken up in. His arm was somehow healed, and there was no sign of the hero suit he had been wearing just moments ago. Only his school uniform, collar popped and tie missing. Just as he always wore it.
Was this a quirk? If it was, he seemed to be in a dream state.
He spun slowly, looking for any kind of sign that would show a way out and back to the war he was fighting in. Instead, he was met with a sight he couldn't explain.
Izuku, fighting Shigaraki, with green lightning surrounding him. Only the view wasn't in person. Bakugou could only describe it as watching a movie.
Worry and dread flooded his nervous system. He had to get out of here and back to the battlefield.
They had to win this war. For everybody. For her.
Katsuki took a step forward before feeling a twinge in his chest. He instinctively put a hand over the pain, eyes widening when his palm came back red. He looked down at his chest, watching the fabric soak up and stain with the blood pouring from an invisible wound.
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Uraraka was cold, lying in the arms of the blonde who had stabbed her just minutes ago. She doesn't blame her; Toga was doing all that she could to help the hero in her arms.
Ochacko just wanted to rest; her body was tired, and she couldn't think straight. She let her eyes drift shut, listening to the sounds of the world fade out.
When she opened her eyes again, she was alone. Warm and at ease, but alone. She watched the wheat sway in a gentle breeze before sitting up slowly.
She held her side as she stood, spotting a familiar head of ashy blonde spikes. The same ones that she has run her fingers through on countless nights, "Kats...?"
She looked past the blonde, quickly covering her mouth at the display Bakugou was watching. She stepped forward, through the wheat, to get closer.
Katsuki felt a surge of panic, turning quickly when he sensed another presence with him. He sucked in a breath and froze at the sight of Uraraka. “Cheeks…”
Katsuki never thought he would hate to see her face. She was the one he would always go to when he was having a bad day. The one that would cheer him up. The one he would hold and admire at night.
It was a face he didn't want to see in this place.
They stared at each other silently as blood spilled from their respective wounds.
Both of them questioned where they were. Questioned why the other was there.
And, at the same time, realized the answers.
They hadn't survived. They weren't quite dead in this place, but they both knew they weren't leaving either.
Uraraka came closer, stopping about a foot away from the angry man she came to love over the last year. She wanted to cry. To scream and throw herself at him, but her body wouldn't move.
Their blood continued to spill, staining the ground a deep red.
Katsuki took in a slow breath before offering his hand.
Uraraka had always told him that she wanted to dance. And he was going to give her that dance for as long as they were here.
As soon as Uraraka took hold of the offered hand, Katsuki laced their fingers together before spinning her.
Uraraka caught on quickly and let the anxiety and dread wash away as she was spun. If these were their final moments, she was glad to spend them dancing with the man she devoted her heart to.
Katsuki watched fondly as his everything smiled as they danced. Clumsy and wild, just like them. He didn't know death could feel this good.
He never took his eyes off her, even as blood started to spill from his hairline and tint his vision in a red hue.
He watched as she laughed, blood spraying from her mouth as she did. He wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
They came closer together, wrapping their arms around each other and their foreheads together.
Uraraka giggled softly as she looked into red eyes, smiling with her all before kissing Katsuki.
Katsuki chuckled at her antics and gave in quickly, wanting Ochako to feel all his love in their final moments. The two lovers closed their eyes for the final time, their souls forever intertwined.
Their final wish being that Izuku would win. For them. And they can meet again in their next life.
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Izuku stared at the plaques of his two best friends in the hall of UA. Every day for the past eight years, he's come to pay them remembrance. Even when he wasn't a student or a teacher. Aizawa would let him in after hours to see them.
Out of the many names etched into the wall to honor the ones lost in the war, he had fought like hell to have their names together. Even if it wasn't alphabetically correct.
Their relationship wasn't public, and they weren't married. So their bodies were separated on their respective family plots.
Keeping their names together was the least he could do for them. Because he knew, deep in his heart, they were still together.