Yall... Its Been 2 Days Since Ive Read The Chapter 285 (yes I Will Not Stop Thinking About That Shit

Y’all... It’s been 2 days since I’ve read the chapter 285 (yes i will not stop thinking about that shit because my works like that) and it feels like an eternity that I’ve been feeling numb and pain at random intervals.

But that also means I’ve been looking for shit that will give me hope so i dont fucking fall apart and just start crying (again) nonstop. And I’ve thought of something. I just wanted to share.

Have y’all noticed the chapter title for 285??? It says “Katsuki Bakugo: Rising” and now I’ve thought... does that mean he’ll live? (fucking hope, i fucking want him to fucking live) Does it mean that it’s like his starting line of becoming a true hero? and no i do not mean that in like passing UA or getting the job or some shit. 

I mean it where like now that he has accepted his weakness. He’s trying to atone for the shit he has done before. He’s growing and not just content as to how he was before and being stubborn to keep doing it the way he has been doing. He’s helping someone who he’s had a strained past with. He’s not thinking of just himself anymore, he’s thinking of other people as well.

And the last things that were written on the last page... “At that moment, without thinking, my body, simply moved on its own.” Didn’t Izuku say the same thing?? When he tried to save Katsuki from the sludge monster dude.

...

just saying... i need to hold on to hope right now. i need it or else im gonna cry at like random times. let me fucking hold on to this and if anyone (if there will be anyone who will even reads this) needs some kind of hope to hold onto like i do, there it is. my hope may be slim but ill hold on to it until the next update comes.

Also no one fucking point out that fucking chapter title means like he’s going to heaven or some shit cause he is “rising”. I will fucking throw hands.

His eyes cracked open, revealing emerald eyes. He groaned loudly when he tried to raise his head from the ground and a splitting headache rushed to his head, pain spreading. Izuku tried to use his head hand to rub his head only to find his arms were tied together behind him and his mouth was covered with some cloth. The greenette tugged his arms apart in a weak attempt to free his arms.

 Where am I?

 When the headache he had become somewhat bearable, he pushed himself off of the ground –groaning once more from the headache left on his head.  Big emerald orbs roamed the dimly lit room. The only light bulb in the room was flickering. On one side of the room there was water dripping from the ceiling, parts of the wall were cracked, there were bugs and mice running around.

 A table and two chairs –on opposite ends of the table- was in the room other than him.

 Why didn’t they just put me on a chair?

Why was he here? The last thing he remembers he was with Katsuki on a stroll on the streets. It’s been a while since they could get out since his father rarely lets him out unless its work –then again he goes out without permission in the first place, but that isn’t important.

 Who in the right mind will capture him?

 Soon the only door in the room swung open with a loud slam. The loud sound making the greenette flinch on his place, his head still throbbing.

 God.

 Did they hit them on the head or something?

 Green orbs zeroed in to the person –or rather people- that came in, their eyes zeroing to the greenette still on the floor.

 A sneer came to the pale blue guy –isn’t that Shigaraki Tomura?- in front of the group that came.

 “To think that, that man’s kid was so easy to kidnap like this.” Shigaraki said. “Wonder why it took too long for our men to take you.”

 Izuku glared at them as Shigaraki sat on one of the chairs facing Izuku while the other two –Dabi and Toga, Izuku recognized- pulled him off of the ground –in a very uncomfortable way with the way Toga had that weird, creepy smile on her face- and placed him on the other chair right across from Shigaraki.

 “What do you want from me?” Izuku asked, his voice shaking as he spoke.

 Shigaraki just smirked, putting his feet on the table. His chapped mouth opened, but before he could speak a sound of a chicken singing to the Mission Impossible’s theme song was heard throughout the room. The sound making Shigaraki flinch and flush from his place, cussing under his breath as he fished out his phone in his pocket.

 Is that his ringtone?

 Izuku glanced behind him where the other two were standing.  The greenette saw them trying to stifle their laughter, their shoulders were shaking as they tried. And… are those tears in their eyes?

 “You finally called babysitter.” Shigaraki said, putting the phone on speaker then placing it on the table to put his hands on the back of his head. Obviously, trying to forget what has just happened.

 “Who are you fucking calling a damn babysitter, asshole?!” A familiar voice screamed from the phone. If only Izuku can cover his ears he would’ve done so from the beginning. “Give him back.” Katsuki said onto the phone moments after, sounding much calmer but still commanding.

 Shigaraki hummed, acting like he’s thinking in a sarcastic manner. “How about~” He drawled. “No.” He said.

 “I’m giving you a chance, asshole. It’s for your own good.” Katsuki insisted.

 “Or what, babysitter?” Shigaraki taunted. “Is that so called mafia family of yours coming after us?” Confidence was in his tone. The chapped mouth man probably thought the mafia can’t do anything if there any chances Izuku will be hurt.

 Katsuki didn’t answer immediately, neither him or Shigaraki talked actually. After a beat of silence.

 “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Katsuki said. “Hey Deku.” Katsuki said, The greenette grunted through the cloth on his mouth to let the blond know he was listening. “I’ll be waiting for you, dipshit.” Katsuki said then proceeded to hang up the phone.

   ~~~

  Katsuki stood next to the car parked at the dock, his face was lit up by the light of his phone as he played some game dunce face has downloaded on his phone without his knowledge. It was already eight something and Izuku still isn’t here yet.

 He knows he shouldn’t worry. Knowing the nerd, he probably has this shit down already,

 The next thing he knows he felt a gun pointed at him at the back of his head, he could smell the scent of fire and burnt clothes.

 Now, usually he would either do a roundhouse kick or grab the fuckers hand behind him and break his arm or at the very least his arm. But this time he just let out a small chuckle as he turned around. His red eyes boring into familiar green ones.

 A pure smile was on his face, a face that’s could possibly be able to fool everyone he’s the sweetest, purest, most innocent thing on earth. No one knows the things he has done, what he can do, and what he could do.

 “Finally you’re here, stupid nerd.” Katsuki said as Izuku lowered his gun and putting his hands on his back. The greenette’s shirt was burned and bloodied from reasons Katsuki can only imagine since he wasn’t there. “Took you awhile, almost went home without you.”

 “I took my time.” Izuku shrugged, sounding indifferent. “And I know you will never do that.”

 “I thought of it.”

 “You didn’t and I know it.” Izuku said confidently. “Anyway, let’s go home.” Izuku said as he rounded the car to the other side and got in, sitting on the passenger seat at the front while Katsuki sat at the driver’s seat.

 “We’ll be busy for the next few days.” Izuku said leaning on his hand as Katsuki started up the car.

 Katsuki didn’t need to look at the greenette to see the small smile and mischievous green eyes he had as they went back home.

This is something I’m still working on. Very vague and confusing and plain, if you’ve read the one I posted on archive this isn’t the sequel to that. but if you want to read this and you want it to make sense (like how they met and shit like that) then click THIS if you want to read it. Im posting this so I can get other people’s opinion on this, so to whoever is reading this please give me your ideas and criticism about my shitty writing skills. 

Again this is just a DRAFT not a sequel.

It’s been ten minutes since Izuku last turn the page on the book he was reading. His mind was elsewhere. Where you ask? Nothing much… Just the ticking sound from the clock, the sound of the piano from the speakers he usually plays whenever he reads a book and…

 The venomous uncomfortable glare he receives from a pair of crimson red eyes from behind him. He’s used to glares, as someone who’s in the mafia –the next head at that- he’s used to glares, the kind that wants you dead by their hands, though unlucky for them they’re dead before they got the chance to. But this one, this one cannot kill him no matter how much he wanted.

 Not that he couldn’t –he totally can do it, according to the information that was gathered- but he won’t. He won’t if he doesn’t want to die.

 Izuku sighed as he looked back to the man standing behind him, by the door of his room, standing guard by the orders of his over protective, doting father despite knowing he can handle it by himself no problem.

 Emerald eyes met with crimson ones, one was calm and unfazed while the other was murderous and extremely cautious. It’s been almost 2 weeeks since the blond became his bodyguard along with the other two –their names were Eijiro and Denki, they were nice honestly he prefers those two, they’re really nice unlike this angry Pomeranian.

 The blond looked like he was cautious of him. Overly cautious of him, but why? Is it because he’s the son of the boss of the family? Not likely, most people suck up to him to get a better standing in the family. Is it about that weird ability his father told him about the blond? The thing about knowing someone’s danger level by looking at them?

 Well, doesn’t hurt to ask right?

 “Katsuki,” Izuku called out, the blond flinching slightly by the sudden call after the stare off they did for a moment. “Why are you so cautious of me?” Izuku asked straight to the point.

 “Hah?”  He said, confused.

 “You’re cautious of me, why?” Izuku repeated. Good thing he has a good temper, or else he wouldn’t even bothered to repeat himself. He should be thankful he’s part of the family.

 Katsuki didn’t respond, more like thinking of what to say or maybe he doesn’t know what to say, Izuku waited, the blond definitely knows better than to ignore the next head.

 “I don’t get it.” Katsuki finally said, no longer meeting Isuku’s eyes, head hanging low and his fist clenching. Izuku raised a brow, he notices the annoyance in his tone, but still the greenette remains quiet waiting for the answer he wants.

 “I don’t get how the fuck a freckled face nerdy ass spoiled brat like you be a fucking ten!” Exclaimed Katsuki, meeting Izuku’s eyes now Izuku can clearly see it was not only caution but also frustration in his eyes.

 Is being a ten big of a thing?

 Izuku raised a brow, clearly confused about what Katsuki was saying but still offended by what Katsuki has described him as.

 “That’s judgemental of you.” Izuku said, rolling his eyes as he did. There are times when he appreciates that people think he’s weak –a lot of things go his way faster- and there are times of course it’s annoying. Reminds him of the other heads doubting him, hmm, wonder what can give them fear…

 “It’s called honesty, idiot, and I’m honest to a fault.” Katsuki said as a matter a factly.

 “Sure.” Izuku said in a dead panned tone. “Anyway, is being a ten that big of deal?” he asked, gesturing Katsuki can come near him, his neck is starting to hurt.

 “Hell yeah it’s a big fucking deal.” Katsuki said as he walked cloer, now looking down on the greenette who was still sitting on the couch, he wasn’t exactly sure what the fuck does the nerd means when he gestured him to come closer but he knows he’s not supposed to sit down, he’s still on guard duty and all. Not that he wants to sit down with him anyway.

 “Why?” Izuku asked, the blond is seriously making his neck hurt, and it’s starting to irritate him. “It’s not like I’m the only one that got a ten you know.” He asked with a raised brow.

 “That’s the thing dumbass,” Katsuki said through gritted teeth.

 “You’re the only ten I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.”

Random Scene

The clanging of metal echoed through the quiet yet heavily guarded corridor. (A) flinched as the metal door clashed with another, rubbing her arm and feeling iffy with the atmosphere. “This way, miss.” The guard said gruffly, followed by a yawn as he started to walk in a direction. (A) followed the guard and the corridor was filled with the tapping of their shoes as they walked, until they reached a room.

The guard opened the door for (A), gesturing them to come in with their head.

They could already see a familiar person inside the room, cuffed to the table, wearing the prisoner’s uniform, his ankles chained together. (A) nervously walked inside, looking at (Z) with fear in her eyes.

He killed 20 people after all, who wouldn’t be afraid?

The guard closes the door behind (A). Leaving the two of them alone in a big room, with four walls surrounding them.

“Sit down.” (Z) said flatly, (A) followed sitting down slowly across (Z) cautiousness in their eyes. Then the room went silent, and moments pass as such, until (Z) broke the silence.

“Why did you do it?” He asks.

“...What are you talking about?” (A) asked back quietly, leaning back on the chair.

“Why me?” He continued to ask, rising anger evident in his tone.

“...What-”

“Cut your bullshit (A). It’s just the two of us here.” (Z) bit out, fist slamming down on the table. Despite being -apparently- afraid, (A) didn’t even flinch. They just stared at (Z) blankly, before slowly revealing a cunning smile on their lips.

“...Out of everyone, why me?” (Z) repeated, desperation on his tone but tried to not let it show.

They chuckled lightly, the look in (A)’s eyes, though looking ahead, felt like they were looking down on (Z). “Because why not you?” (A) answered back, gone was the scared person that entered the room and was instead replaced by a confident and cunning person.

“Why?” He asks with frustration.

The smile on (A)”s face went wider as they stood and leaned closer to the one sitting across them, and said with confidence for (Z) to hear “Because no one would believe you.” She smiled brightly as she moved away to sit back down. (Z) glared at (A) his fists clenched on the table.

After (A) sat back then, a winning smile appeared on the prisoner’s face. (A) lifted a brow in curiosity, their eyes went wide as they froze in their place as (Z) lifted a voice recorder that was apparently on his lap.

…..

"No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it tore me apart, I couldn't fucking tell you." Katsuki admitted. Feeling like he's letting go of something he's been keeping for a long time.

"Why couldn't you tell me!? If it pained you that much why not just tell me?!" Izuku shouted. Tears flowing down their cheeks. Not leaving any room for debate.

"Because you were happy!" Katsuki shouted back. Meeting Izuku's eyes with the same pained yet frustrated eyes, tears pricking his eyes. "I didn't tell you because you were happy with them.” He spat out that last word like it was acid on his tongue.

"It's something I can't give you no matter how much I tried. Damn it, I haven't been able to properly atone for the bullshit I've put you through when we were younger! And you think I can make you happy?!" Katsuki said, Izuku stunned to silence as to what they said.

"No matter how much I fucking want to be that person for you, I can't, cause I know i can't make you happy. And the thought of you being sad because of me?" Katsuki slowly shook their head slowly resolutely. "Not gonna happen. Not anymore. Absolutely not." They look away, not wanting to look at Izuku's eyes, a few stray tears falling down their cheek as he breathes in and out heavily, attempting to calm himself.

"Kacchan…" The greenette called out softly a few moments later, slowly reaching out to the blond.

"Don't." Katsuki said, knowing fully well what Izuku is planning to do without them seeing. "Just don't."

"But…"

"Let's just," Person B cut them off, taking a deep breath before looking back to Person A. "Let's just don't talk about this, and forget all this. You should go home."

(stress makes me write shit.)

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