#( i really believe shoto’s the person who doesn't smile often but will smile his brightest in the face of death )

[knightinoldarmor]

@ofdetonation wanted to break my heart and did it with success and asked:

“please don’t go” / for shouto, make me cry

send “please don’t go” to hold my muse while they die.

In your last moments, your whole life flashes before your eyes, they said. For Shoto, it was Bakugo he'd stare at, and he wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. The blond was the only one strong enough to look him directly in the eyes, as he'd let out his last breath. The only one able to shoulder the weight of his loss. It was him, who despite the difficulties, could break through every barrier. The one who wouldn’t break — not because he couldn’t, but because he chose to look at the world differently. A view where defeat and despair could only be the spark towards victory and understanding. Not his death, nor anything, could move his heart off balance. Or so he thought.

A fog had taken over his mind, in a rush to find the things he wanted to say. A pointless struggle, when he hadn't the time nor the clarity to concentrate. Not when he'd lose consciousness little by little, as if slowly fading from existence. So many things he wished his family and friends knew. But it was too late, and regret shouldn’t be the last he felt. Crimson hues were pinned on him, a gaze whose intensity would have been powerful enough to keep him bound to his body forever, if possible. As if piercing right through him, in an attempt to anchor his soul to this world. One that wasn't meant to last long.

He was familiar to the darkness. For how many years he used to wander, in the search of himself, of the hope and reason that'd give his existence meaning? Meaning, other than being born to serve as a tool for revenge. A role he became a prisoner to, blinding him with the same hatred to haunt his father and his brother. For so long, he'd avert his gaze from the light, believing it to be something he shouldn't reach for. Undeserving of love and kindness he'd think he was. Undeserving of the warmth of an EMBRACE.

Yet, in the embrace of a friend he'd die. How ironic. In the arms of a friend to have always been a beacon to guide him. “ It's alright. ” A smile he'd wear for the first and last time, one of absolute bliss, was written on his face. He didn’t want to die. But to know he had lived before he left, lived as the person he wished to become, the hero to save his family, was a gift he never thought he'd carry with him in the next life. “ I was lost for so long. I thought I'd forever be. ” Scared and tired, he used to be. “ But I discovered who I was. I found happiness. ” He had found the light. A light that’d rest within him, warming his heart, melting the ice he had wrapped himself with. And that light, had now begun to tremble. He wouldn’t be afraid, when a darkness of a different kind would surround him.

It was getting harder to breathe. His hand reached to cup the blond’s face. “ You were always there. All the way. I know it. ” Like an angel watching over him, aware of his struggles and pain, not intervening, only with subtle acts of kindness, but always staying close, in case he was needed. “ Thank you, Katsuki. For everything. ” His eyes lost focus. He could feel the drops falling on his face, as his senses began to fade. When did it start raining? The scent of wet ground reached him — one last comfort he always was fond of.

“ I like rain. ”