#me crying whilst writing this: sometimes u meet a cat lady in the afterlife and thats just how it be

[hwitzr]

“You were pretty roughed up when you came in.”

ASK MEME. ACCEPTING. @mikouji

the first thing katsuki notices is that the pain is gone and the sky is blue, unfiltered. billows of smoking blood-fire that writhed and rolled are now interrupted by plush clouds, hazy shadows swallowed by a mellow heat. it's nothing like what he'd closed his eyes to. yet, he can't bring himself to panic with how the daffodils sway languid, how the tumulous expansiveness now arises into a soothing swell of bird-song and rustling leaves. the grass is plush under his fingers, the chipped nails and broken fingers healed as if they'd never been marred. he sits up, breathes easy and slow with no clawing agony denying the movement. for a moment he basks in it, his hair ruffled by the breeze and gleams of calmness easing the troubled flame that simmers at his core.

this afterlife is nice. it still makes him feel like crying.

instead, there is a soft voice, melodic and humming against the long-clawed memories of leering forms / half-seared wounds. he turns, expression undisturbed and almost gentle as he takes her in. she is unlike any person katsuki knows, all hazy edges and moon-like eyes. oddly, the smile she gives coupled with the simple teasing doesn't leave him spitting in flickering candleflame. rather, he laughs. it's loud against the natural quiet, childish and bright as tears begin to form at the edges. he shrugs, snorting. katsuki knows he's dead, accepted it as he walked back into the fray and can only imagine what state he'd been in.

he just hopes no one saw him like that. hopes it won't haunt at the corner of anyone's mind.

[ a part of him knows it will. can only produce fizzled half-thoughts on how the others will handle the unknown, but they're good. strong. they'll live, find happiness and meaning in ways he never could. he'll miss them enough to want to tear down this picturesque dream, but he can't change fate. it's a beast that will tear through you regardless of the tempest that thrums under skin. ]

grass rolls inbetween fingers, tears streaming freely down his cheeks despite the small smile he still wears. katsuki makes no move to wipe them. acceptance can only get him so far. there is a sniffle, a heavy sigh that seems to tear his wounds afresh but it's fine. manageable. that's all he can ask for. ❛ y'say that to everyone who comes here? ❜ he finally says, laughter and sobs muffling his voice so it sways unsteady. ❛ s'bit fuckin' rude. ❜