My friend started a prompt challenge. I finished prompt one. I will also be posting to AO3, but here is the first finished prompt!
Prompt 1: “We only part to meet again.” Luka ‘ER’
It’s not every day that you bury your best friend for the second time.
Teenage Shouta thought nothing could be worse than watching the paramedics cover Oboro’s dead body, the way his reality shattered in an instant by a fallen building. He truly thought that there was nothing that could hurt him more than his best friend’s death.
Then he watched Bakugo die. His loud but confident student left shattered on the ground while his comrades desperately stitched him up. Best Jeanist did his best to hold the wound closed as Edgeshot disappeared into the cavity where Bakugo’s heart should be.
Eraserhead was forced to keep his eyes open; he couldn’t look away from the madhouse lest the control on the villain be interrupted. The scream that left Monoma would haunt him until his last breath. Mirio dodged each pillar thrown at him. Nejire floated seamlessly overhead. Tamaki conquered his nervous demeanor to send the largest blast Shouta had seen from the boy Shigaraki’s way. A display of teamwork most pro heroes had yet to accomplish. None of it mattered. They had sent these children to die in a war that adults caused.
Bakugo survived the war. All his students were alive. They won, but how do you repay that debt to children too young to understand how their lives were forever changed? Will Midoriya have nightmares of his friend’s lifeless body? How will Jiro work around losing half her Quirk ability?
School didn’t teach him how to lose a friend, nor did it teach him how to handle the trauma of the children he was given to protect.
He sighed. As a 31-year-old man now kneeling at not one, but two graves, he couldn’t help but wonder how the world would be different if he had been trapped under that building; if his friend hadn’t been mutilated into a puppet to cater to the whims of a traumatized manchild. Shouta liked to believe Oboro’s consciousness didn’t come to the surface until he and Hizashi called to him. Hope was useless in their profession. In the end, Oboro Shirakumo died twice.
Hizashi stood behind him, paying respects to another lost friend.
“Shouta, do you really think that was Oboro in there? Or just Kurogiri dominating his body?”
Shouta grunted as he stood up, still not used to the prosthetic leg. “We should have died when we fell off the Coffin in the Sky. Regardless of who was in control, he saved us, like Oboro always did.”
He looked toward Hizashi, unshed tears in his husband’s eyes. He recognized that expression: the tight smile and tired eyes.
“Do you think he’s finally at peace?”
Shouta reached for Hizashi’s hand. “Yeah, he died doing what he loved: saving the people he cared about.”
A cloud moved overhead, casting a shadow over the newly marked stone. The couple stood silently as they bowed their heads a final time.
It’s not every day that you bury your best friend twice, but Shouta smiled up at the sky because it’s not every day you get the chance to say goodbye.
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