The green haired smirked at the blonde, pulling at his gloves on his hands. "Isn't this a surprise. Kacchan, I feel like it's been quite a long time... Well-- I didn't KILL myself like you told me to, I didn't become a HERO either-- Guess you got what you wanted huh?" He cooed at him, a twisted smile coming across his features.
That voice, that name...eyes went wide as he turned to look. The hair on the back of his neck standing on end as his mind pieced together was he was about to face. It’d been a year or more. He’d nearly forgotten the other completely, a childhood of memories came flooding back. Summer evenings if a small green haired boy trotting behind him full of giggles and dreams, days of games with a broad pure smile and asking to hold the little blonde’s hand across flowing creeks, it was too coming back.
Maybe you’ll be lucky in the next life, just jump off the school roof.
I’m sorry Kacchan, I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!
A hand crept around his own throat, “Deku?”
