Thread by @sky_rockette

#krbk heavy angst, past #bkdk (they didn't date but feelings), inspired by a glimpse of us, past mcd, mcd

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Eijirou woke up to Katsuki's eyes staring at him in the dark. His boyfriend smiled softly, wrapping an arm around his waist to bring him closer.

"I love you," he heard the man whisper against his ear.

Eijirou smiled. "I love you too," he said, snuggling against the Katsuki's chest.

He didn't see the silent tears that fell from his boyfriend's eyes.

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It had been seven years since Deku died. Katsuki stood quietly in front of the grave. He just stared at the stone, his mind drifting to the last moments he shared with his late friend, when they were both about to die. When they promised

to find each other in the afterlife.

But he survived and Izuku didn't.

Sometimes he wondered if Izuku waited for him.

Some parts of him hoped he still was.

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He could see him sometimes. In the way Eijirou smiled after a spar, or the way he cried after a fight.

Sometimes he would hold his hand and think about the one he didn't take when he was four.

He wondered if he would be holding his hand if he had died back then.

Sometimes he wish he did.

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He never said anything, never talked about Deku. Eijirou wondered sometimes if they would have dated if the man was still alive. He didn't let those thoughts dwell for too long; it didn't matter.

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It did matter for Katsuki in the end. He spent years looking for Izuku in a man that wasn't him, searching for the glimpse of a love he didn't have the time to live. The ghost of Izuku haunted his mind.

So when that villain launched an attack in his boyfriend's direction,

he chose to take the blow instead. His body moved on its own, with the same impulse it had when Shigaraki stabbed him back then.

He felt an intense pain where his heart should have been; he fell on the ground, his eyes staring at the sky.

Eijirou cried, holding the hand of the dying hero. Katsuki only smiled, his heart in peace for the first time since he woke up alone on that hospital bed seven years ago.

"Izuku...," he spoke. He didn't see the hurt on Eijirou's face, focusing on the words he

hadn't said the last time he was dying. "... I love you."

Eijirou could only cry as the man he loved, the man that didn't love him, took his last breath in his arms.

Shaking, he slowly stood up and prepared to fight again.

He needed to survive.

Because he knew that no one would be waiting for him in the afterlife if he died.

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