#and the angels are fine with the heirless devil dying as long as theres no war again i guess

[kacchanrawr]

To Break a Vow

When Bakugo Katsuki was a child, he vowed to make Midoriya Izuku happy. Everything he did, all the blood, sweat and tears he had to endure until now, was all to create a peaceful world for the person he loved the most.

But love, for Izuku, had never spelt anything but doom. He was a symbol to be revered, not meant to be touched. He was a cruel sun, one that burned anyone that got too close.

Katsuki knew that, yet he still tried. He showered him with love and affection, offering his whole heart. It was all in vain, however, especially now that he had to break that vow without it ever being fulfilled.

Fists collided, the world around them burned to ashes. Their eyes stayed on each other, shining amidst the darkness around them. Sparks flew brighter than anyone has ever seen before. This was the battle for the fate of the world, after all. The curtain will finally be drawn on the thousand year battle the generations before them had started.

"I knew you couldn't love me." Crimson eyes bore into him. He wiped his face, as if he were trying to clean the soot and dirt out, but they both knew he was trying to hide tears. "At least not in the way I love you."

Katsuki had him pinned down. With a hand occupied with his tears, his grip was loose, barely even holding him there. Even so, Izuku couldn't push him away. "I'm sorry." He reached a hand out, cupping the blonde's tearstained cheeks. "I'm sorry I couldn't be that person for you."

Duty before love. He was the opposing side of the battle, before his friend. A symbol to the masses, before his own person. He had long chosen the wellfare of the people over his own happiness.

"I wanted to make you happy." Katsuki's hand trembled as he held a sword above Izuku's chest. His knuckles had turned white, he couldn't move. "I wanted to make us happy."

Seeing his hesitation, Izuku's hand grabbed the blade. "It's okay if it's you, Kacchan." His other hand wrapped around Katsuki's. "Nothing will make me happier than the war ending with your hands."

Together, they plunged the sword into his heart.

To Izuku, his happiness was the welfare of all those around him, not his own. Katsuki wanted to show him his own happiness, a happiness together with him. But alas, the only happiness he had ever felt up to his dying breath was a selfless one. He'd rather die as a symbol and end the cycle of war for all, than stay in their normal. A normal where they could be together, even if it had to be in secret rendezvous.

Katsuki pulled the bloodstained sword out of his chest. He soared into the sky, letting the wind blow his tears away. "The Devil has been slain!" His voice thundered across the battlefield. His feathery white wings stretched out, the sun shining on his back. He pointed the sword to the path of hell. "Drive his wretched demons back to Tartarus, my warriors!"

He saw a subordinate of Izuku's cradle his body as they retreated back to their home. He vaguely remembered calling his troops back as he watched the emptying battlefield, the settling peace, the product that had brought Izuku happiness.

But did it really? Katsuki laughed emptily.

Maybe in another time, in another world, or in another universe, they can stand on the same side. Katsuki would carry Izuku's selfless burdens alongside him, and maybe then Izuku can see his own happiness.