🔪for the eulogy my muse would give for yours (full) - TW: CHARACTER DEATH
You look like shit, nerd.
Right against his ear, so close that he thought he could feel the warmth from the other's breath.
Izuku turned sharply, a little flicker of light in his once dulled gaze. It was as if someone had thrown a pebble into a silent pond, or sunlight finally greeting the night-chilled sea. Suddenly he was alive, and his heart raced with gladness.
But there was no one there, and all of the people in the room were in front of him, waiting for his speech.
Disappointment set back in, and he returned to the tattered piece of paper held in his hands. "I stand here today to...pay tribute to a great hero, the most courageous spirit, and my childhood friend, Bakugo Katsuki." He didn't like this, saying it all out loud made it feel real.
But it is real. It is real, Izuku. You have to accept it and move on.
"I've known Kacchan since we were very young, and to me, he always shone so brightly." Even saying the nickname hurt. "I found myself chasing after him, wanting to get close to him...and that desire partly illuminated my path of becoming a hero. He is a part of the reason that I am who I am today."
"Kacchan has a bold personality. He's loud and abrasive at times, but behind that whole front, he has a kind heart. One that is soft for the pain of others and brave enough to risk it all to protect them. We all have to leave the world one day, and I am sure he does not mind the battlefield..." A flash of blond hair outside of the window. A familiar shadow laughing at his sappy words.
Izuku was staring again, the paper which held several more paragraphs slowly crumpling in his grip. "I-" His lips parted to continue the eulogy, but his feet were moving. Chasing.
Most were too shocked by his actions, but a few did reach out in an attempt to hold onto him.
Not many, however, could catch up to Izuku if he truly wanted to go.
He ran across the grass field, dew soaking through his shoes and socks, searching for his sunlight.
