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"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. "

-Madeline Miller

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Threads of Destiny

The room stretched wide, shadowed by dim light, an eerie silence hanging heavy, shattered only by the relentless clash of wills. Izuku Midoriya, his battered and bloodied form scarcely holding together, faced off against Flect Turn, the ruthless mastermind behind Humarise. His tattered costume, torn and singed, clung to his wounded body, a canvas of pain and defiance.

Izuku's chest heaved with effort, with exhaustion threatening to pull him under. But in his determined gaze, there was no surrender. Not now. Not ever. This wasn't just a battle of physical prowess; it was a battle of ideals, a clash of convictions. He refused to give up when his ideals clashed so violently with Flect's conviction in the twisted Quirk Doomsday Theory, a theory that lacked concrete evidence. And Izuku would not excuse the genocide Flect intended to commit.

Their voices, raw with passion and anger, had long filled the cavernous hall with their heated argument. Izuku's body bore a collection of cuts and bloody gashes. Among them was a jagged cut oozing crimson across his left forearm from a desperate block against one of Flect's devastating energy attacks. The skin around it was inflamed, and the torn fabric of his costume clung to the wound as it pulsed with pain.

A deep gash on his right thigh bore witness to a close encounter with Flect's razor-sharp weapons. Blood trickled down his leg, mixing with the dirt and grime on the cavern floor, while the torn costume hung in shreds around the injury. Blood and sweat intermingled on his furrowed brow, painting a grim portrait of his unyielding resolve. Flect, still standing tall, shot an icy glare, his resolve an eerie specter in his luminescent eyes.

He needed to anticipate Flect's next move, to find a way past his Quirk, Reflect. A menacing power, capable of turning his own attacks against him.

Every punch he threw felt like a heavy burden on his battered body, like swinging a sledgehammer with every ounce of his being. Pain coursed through his limbs, as if needles were being stabbed into his wounds and joints, so painful it felt like needles were puncturing his very soul, but surrender was never an option. He couldn't afford to let Flect's twisted vision become a reality. He couldn't let him reflect his attacks forever, there had to be limits to his quirk. Izuku had to find a way to break through.

He understood every moment counted; every decision could be the turning point of this battle. Summoning the last shreds of his strength, Izuku lunged forward. He knew he was the only one standing between Flect and his monstrous plans. He had to give it everything he had, no matter the cost.

Unbeknownst to Izuku, his valiant efforts had attracted the attention of a malevolent presence, a consciousness born from the twisted ambitions of All For One. Fatebreaker, as it now called itself, watched from the shadows with an unsettling mixture of fascination and resentment. It could feel the energy radiating from Izuku, the power that was well on its way to lead him to be one of the world's greatest heroes.

As Fatebreaker's ruby eyes bore into Izuku, a seething jealousy began to bubble within its twisted consciousness. It despised the hero's purity, his ability to inspire hope even in the darkest of times. Fatebreaker had been born from hatred, a byproduct of All For One's malevolent experiments, and it thrived on negativity.

Izuku's relentless determination was a stark contrast to Fatebreaker's own existence, and the consciousness found itself yearning for something it had never known: a sense of purpose, a connection to someone or something greater. The desire to taint that purity, to snuff out the beacon of hope, grew stronger with every passing moment.

Fatebreaker's quirk, 'Fate's Embrace,' was a sinister creation, a tool to manipulate destiny itself. It was designed to bind the fates of two individuals together, orchestrating the victims' demise and paving the way for their reincarnation. The quirk fed off the emotions of its host, and Fatebreaker had been saturated with All For One's hatred and malice.

How funny that the cruel hand of fate had brought two of All For One's creations together.

Like calls to Like, as they say.

Fatebreaker, ever watchful, lurked in the shadows, biding its time for the perfect moment to strike. It wondered, with a dark fascination, what Izuku's fate ring would look like. Fatebreaker's fingers, adorned with a collection of fate rings from previous victims, stroked the cold metal bands, each one a grim trophy of lives extinguished and hopes crushed. These rings, each unique in their design, were imbued with the final essence of those it had claimed—a macabre collection of twisted destinies.

Izuku's relentless assault with One For All at one hundred percent continued, a storm of blows raining down upon Flect. The room itself seemed to warp under the ferocity of Izuku's attacks. It was a blur of motion, punches thrown with such speed that they seemed to distort reality itself.

As Izuku's barrage continued, Flect's defenses strained to their limits. The air vibrated with the intensity of their clash. Izuku feinted left and then, in a split second, changed direction, delivering a crushing blow to Flect's exposed side. The shield cracked under the force of the impact.

The impact sent Flect sprawling, his luminescent aura flickering. Izuku didn't let up; he pressed his advantage, striking with a barrage of punches and kicks that pushed Flect back. The room seemed to blur as Izuku overwhelmed Flect's shield, blow after blow, a whirlwind of motion and emotion as the air warped around them.

"This ends now!" Izuku roared with a determination that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. His focus was solely on his opponent. With a final, earth-shattering blow, he shattered Flect's reflective defenses. Flect fell to the ground, defeated and broken.

The room fell silent, save for Izuku's labored breaths and trembling form. Victory was his, but his body was pushed to the brink. In a moment of vulnerability, Izuku stumbled, momentarily dropping his guard.

Fatebreaker, lurking in the shadows finally saw the opportunity it was hoping for. It raised its hands, fingers curling as if drawing back an invisible bowstring, and the air around it began to hum with dark energy.

In an instant, the energy coalesced into a large, glowing sewing needle, glinting wickedly in the dim light of the cavern. A shimmering thread of crimson fate was strung through its eye, ready to bind Izuku to his grim destiny.

"Your fate is mine," it whispered, and with a flick of its fingers, the needle shot forward like an arrow, slicing through the air with lethal precision.

The needle moved so fast that Izuku's Danger Sense barely had time to register the threat. His drained thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold shiver running down his spine, a split-second warning that came just as the needle pierced through the air. His instincts screamed at him to move, to react, but before he could fully comprehend the danger, it was already upon him. No!

Izuku's emerald eyes widened as time seemed to slow down, his body reacting on pure instinct. He twisted his torso, attempting to evade the incoming threat, but it was too late. The needle-like arrow struck him directly in the chest, piercing through his costume and into his sternum, squeezing the breath from his lungs.

That pain that gripped him was overwhelming, a scream was trapped in his throat as the force of the horrific blow sent him hurtling across the room, crashing into bookcases on the other end with a deafening crack. Wooden shelves splintered, and books tumbled to the floor in a chaotic display of destruction, Fatebreaker disappeared into the shadows of one of the corridors, its laughter snaking through the air.

The energy radiating from the wound was like lightning charring his insides, freezing him in place. His breath caught in his throat, and his vision swam as a flood of otherworldly energy coursed through his veins. Izuku had dealt with pain before, countless times. He'd endured broken bones, torn muscles, and the relentless strain of pushing his body beyond its limits. But this pain was different. This pain was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was as if his very soul was being seared and shredded from the inside out, an excruciating agony that made every previous injury seem like a mere scratch.

Izuku's mind was in a state of utter chaos as the pain intensified, each heartbeat sending waves of agony radiating outward from the wound. His thoughts became fragmented, flashes of memories and fears colliding in a jumbled mess. Every pulse of his heart felt like a hammer striking an anvil, and his back arched off the shelves.

He tried to scream again, but no sound came out. His throat was locked in a silent cry, his vocal cords paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the pain. What... what's happening?

Izuku's thoughts crashed into each other, struggling to make sense of the situation. He could feel the quirk raging inside him, a connection that pulsed with the consciousness of something alien and malevolent. His body convulsed as the dark energy continued its assault, spreading like wildfire through his veins. His muscles twitched involuntarily, his limbs jerking in response to the excruciating pain.

Just as fast as the pain had come, it began to fade, leaving behind an unsettling presence that seemed to coil around his very soul. Blood began to seep into his costume, the bright stain spreading where the needle had pierced his chest. The wound, though small, bled profusely, the dark liquid welling up before dripping down his side. Izuku's breath hitched in his chest, sharp gasps escaping his lips with each labored inhale.

Other than the wound his body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, every muscle and tendon screamed in protest against the effort he'd expended. He forced his eyes to focus on the ceiling above, sweat-soaked hair clinging to his forehead. Triumph and concern waged a battle in his mind. Victory had been achieved, Flect had been brought down, but someone else had been watching, had waited to land the deadly attack.

Izuku tried to move sliding off the shelf onto the floor. His body trembled as he struggled to push himself off the floor. Every movement sent fresh waves of agony radiating from the wound in his chest. He knew, deep down, that this wound was not something he could simply walk away from. It was likely a very severe or fatal blow, and his time was running out.

But even as his vision blurred and his strength waned, he couldn't afford to give in to despair. With trembling hands, Izuku fumbled for his communicator, desperate to call for help. His fingers were slick with blood, and the device slipped from his grasp clattering to the floor just out of reach. No, he desperately needed to call for help... Kacchan... someone, anyone. To help him.

At the thought of Katsuki's name another ache gnawed at his heart, it was a realization that struck him at the worst possible—why had he never told Katsuki how he truly felt?

The pain in his chest was excruciating, but the emotional pain of regret was just as agonizing. They had been through so much together, and underneath their fierce rivalry, there had always been something deeper, something Izuku had kept hidden. He had admired Katsuki for as long as he could remember, not just for his incredible quirk but for his unyielding determination and fiery spirit. It had always been a mixture of admiration and something more—a love that had grown silently, unspoken, and hidden beneath those many layers of rivalry and insecurity.

Izuku tried to crawl, but it was no use. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled reaching for the radio, "I... I need help. I've been... I've been hit. Badly. I—it's bad. Kacchan..." He tried to yell but it was nothing more than soft echoes in the hall.

Izuku replayed all the moments he'd shared with Katsuki in his mind. The battles, the disagreements, and the occasional moments when Katsuki's genuine smile had broken through his tough exterior. Those smiles had always stirred something in Izuku, something he hadn't fully comprehended until now.

He wished he had mustered the courage to say those three simple words: "I love you." It felt like a secret he had buried for far too long. Fear of rejection, fear of changing their relationship, these things had held him back.

As he lay there, his lifeblood seeping out onto the cold, unforgiving floor, Izuku's thoughts flitted from Katsuki to the quirk that struck him. He couldn't shake the feeling that the quirk had done more than just wound his body. He could feel something foreign had merged with his being, it brought an unsettling feeling over him.

As the minutes passed, Izuku's vision grew dimmer, and the pain became a distant, numbing sensation. He clung to consciousness with all his might, praying that someone would help him... that Katsuki would find him before it was too late.

As Izuku's thoughts spiraled deeper into regret and longing, a warmth suddenly enveloped him, pulling him back to the present. He blinked, trying to focus through the haze of pain and darkness that clouded his vision. Someone's arms wrapped around him, strong and reassuring, a stark contrast to the cold seeping into his bones. Rody Soul, a friend who had ventured into the lion's den alongside him, knelt by his side. He was also injured, bleeding from a wound in his gut. The mix of relief and concern in Rody's expression mirrored the storm of emotions Izuku himself was facing.

"Midoriya, you did it," Rody praised. "You took down Flect." Summoning a weak smile, Izuku's voice emerged as a mere rasp, "Yeah... but it's not without a cost."

"Rody, there's someone else here..." Izuku managed to murmur through short breaths.

Rody's arms tightened around him, as his eyes darted around the room. "There's no one here Midoriya," he said as blood continued to seep from Izuku's injuries, pooling ominously on the floor. The world seemed to blur at the edges, edges that felt more like the abyss of his consciousness. Izuku hoped Katsuki was alright.

Izuku knew that if he didn't receive immediate medical attention, he was going to die. Even so, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to Katsuki. Please... not yet... not before he got to see Kacchan.

Rody's eyes swept over Izuku, concern growing by the second as he saw the extent of the damage. "We'll get you out of here. I've radioed your friends. Todoroki and Bakugo are en route. We'll get you out."

As if on cue, a rhythm of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Shoto, disheveled and breathing heavily, emerged from one of the corridors. His icy blue and fiery red eyes were exhausted as he took in the state of the room before he knelt beside Izuku and Rody. His gaze settled on Izuku, worry and dread warring in the depths of his heterochromatic eyes.

"What happened? He needs immediate medical attention." Shoto said as he tried to peel back Izuku's costume. At the touch Izuku yelped, sucking in a breath through clenching his teeth as he felt a searing pain run along his chest.

Rody's response was swift, urgency lacing his words. "I don't know, by the time I came back from disarming the bombs, I found him like this... He's badly injured. We need to get him out of here. He said there was someone else here, but I haven't seen anyone."

Through a haze of pain, he managed a grateful smile and whispered, "I'm so... Gl—lad you're okay Todo..." Izuku's words trailed off, his strength waning. He tried to focus on Shoto, but the edges of his vision were darkening, and every breath was getting harder and harder to manage.

Shoto took one of Izuku's hands, his grip firm but gentle, "Don't worry we're going—"

Their conversation was interrupted by a fiery entrance as Katsuki thundered into view from the same hall Shoto had come through. "No one tells me what to do!" His furious voice cut through the air, punctuated by the sharp sound of his boots against the floor. Katsuki was also visibly injured but stable. His crimson eyes blazed with a volatile anger as he saw Rody and Shoto kneeling on the floor.

But when Katsuki finally saw Izuku, his rant came to an abrupt halt. His eyes raked over Izuku's battered form, taking in the blood, the torn costume, and the pain etched across his face. The sight seemed to knock the wind out of him, and for a moment, he just stood there, frozen.

"What the fuck happened!?" Katsuki demanded; his voice rough but tinged with a worry he couldn't quite hide.

Rody spared no time providing a quick rundown. "Flect Turn's down for the count, but Midoriya here took a major hit from someone else. We're trying to figure out how to get him out safely."

Without another word, he moved with a practiced efficiency, sweeping the area for any potential threats. Katsuki's eyes darted around the room, his arms loose at his sides, ready to react to any incoming threat. His keen gaze swept over the shattered bookcases, the scattered books, and the darkened corners of the room where danger could still lurk. Once he was satisfied that there were no immediate threats, he turned his full attention back to Izuku.

As Katsuki secured the area, his gaze flicked back to Izuku, who was barely clinging to consciousness.

Izuku's vision continued to blur as the pain in his chest threatened to pull him into darkness. Every breath was becoming more labored, and he could feel the life draining from his battered body. But through the haze of agony and exhaustion, there was one thing that remained crystal clear—Katsuki's presence.

He tried to speak, to tell Katsuki everything he had never said before, but his voice failed him. Instead, he managed a weak, quivering smile. It was a smile filled with gratitude, with love, with a sense of closure that he had never thought possible.

Katsuki's anger and frustration seemed to dissipate, replaced by a profound concern that etched lines of worry into his usually stoic expression.

"Move your ass, IcyHot!" Katsuki's command was sharp, almost shoving him aside. He dropped to his knees beside them, his hands hovering just above Izuku's injuries. Dread filled those ruby eyes as he tried to contain the panic from spilling from him.

"Oi, Deku," Katsuki's voice was surprisingly gentle, his usual brash demeanor was nowhere to be found. "You're gonna be okay. We're getting you the hell out of here, alright?"

The softness in Katsuki's voice stunned Shoto and Rody, who could only stare in astonishment. But Izuku, barely hanging in there, seemed to notice only the comfort in Katsuki's presence. He managed a faint nod in response. He didn't need words to convey the depth of his emotions at that moment. Katsuki was here, by his side, and that was all that really mattered to him.

He watched as Katsuki's eyes studied the wounds with a fierce focus. Izuku could almost see the gears turning in Katsuki's head as if trying to come up with a solution. Izuku clenched his jaw, sucking in a breath as he felt Katsuki's scrutiny. The numbness gave way to agony like a live wire coursing throughout his body.

Izuku's chest bore a gaping wound, a vicious injury that stretched diagonally from his lower ribs to just below his collarbone. The torn flesh, edged with raw, inflamed skin, oozed a steady flow of crimson. Each breath he took seemed to cause the torn skin to twitch, sending a jolt of pain that shot through his body.

His limbs, too, displayed the brutality of the battle. Smaller lacerations marred his biceps and shoulders, their oozing surfaces stark against his sweat-slicked skin. These wounds, though not as deep as the one on his gut, added to the mosaic of pain that painted his torso.

Izuku could feel the thrumming from earlier suddenly intensified, picking up pace with each passing second now that Katsuki was so close. It was as if Katsuki being here was drawing out every that horrible sensation from earlier, like it was crawling under his skin, eager for some sort of connection.

His eyes squeezed shut for a heartbeat, Izuku grimaced, the pain almost unbearable. Why does it hurt so much? Is it the quirk? Is it because of... Kacchan?

"I'm gonna try to cauterize the wounds. Help me with this, pull up his shirt," Katsuki ordered, as a crackling intensity lit up his palms, the signature radiance of his explosive quirk casting an otherworldly glow. Izuku forced his eyes open, focusing on Katsuki's face.

Rody's careful fingers lifted the fabric of Izuku's shirt, exposing the raw wounds that marred his skin. The very instant Katsuki's palm made contact, an abrupt surge of red energy crackled in the air, creating an almost surreal display. The world itself seemed to tremble, a shudder that rippled through the fabric of reality. It was as if the universe acknowledged the weight of this moment, the gravity of the connection between two souls. The anchor had found its trigger.

Fatebreaker's sinister quirk, Fate's Embrace, seized the opportunity. The link between Izuku and Katsuki ignited, setting off a cascade of events that defied comprehension.

An ethereal aura, a shimmering crimson light, enveloped both Izuku and Katsuki, casting an otherworldly radiance around them. Shoto's widened eyes reflected astonishment and uncertainty, realization dawning that they were in the middle of something far beyond their understanding.

In an instant, everyone recoiled from Izuku, their faces twisted in a mix of shock and confusion. Rody's grip on Izuku loosened as he jolted back, his panic flaring as he watched the inexplicable scene unfold. His voice rang out, a desperate plea above the growing disturbance, "What's going on?!"

Katsuki, completely caught off-guard, had also instinctively pulled away from Izuku, his gaze shifting from his glowing palms to the eerie light pouring out of Izuku. "I don't have a fucking clue!" Katsuki yelled, his voice cracking in fear.

Energy started to ripple from Izuku's chest, the pain that had been his thrumming inside was now an inferno, consuming him from the inside out. It was as if his very soul was being torn apart, every fiber of his being stretched to its breaking point. Pain, pain all he could hear, feel, and think was pain.

Izuku screamed a guttural, primal sound that seemed to resonate through the very essence of his existence. Tears streamed down Izuku's face, mingling with the sweat and blood that covered him. He could hear voices around him, distant and distorted as if they were speaking from another dimension.

From his heart, a thread of blood red energy manifested, extending toward Katsuki. The same excruciating sensation enveloped them both, binding them in shared agony. Katsuki collapsed to the floor moments later, A scream ripping from his throat, mirrored Izuku's own suffering.

With a haunting realization, Izuku came to the horrifying conclusion that the quirk he was struck with was taking effect. what the hell is happening to us?

Simultaneously, from Katsuki's chest, another set of threads burst forth, pulsating with the same intense glow. These threads seemed to span space and time, converging at a focal point suspended between them.

Izuku gasped as a breathtaking ring of shimmering needles materialized, hovering like a halo, each one sparkling like they'd been dipped in stardust. The threads were irresistibly drawn into this celestial circle, guided by an unseen hand. With a grace that mirrored the intricacies of destiny itself, the needles began their dance, interweaving the threads in a complex pattern.

Katsuki screamed again, back arching from the pain. Rody and Shoto stood as witnesses, their emotions alternating between awe and terror as they watched both boys writhing on the floor.

A soft hum resonated from the weaving threads, a masterpiece of intertwined destinies. The dance of the needles continued, each sweep deliberate and purposeful. The threads seemed to take on a life of their own, and with graceful precision, the needles began to sow two cards into the very fabric of reality.

The first card emerged—' the Lovers.' Its imagery pulsed with vibrant life, resonating with the threads that linked Izuku and Katsuki. The threads themselves intertwined with the card's image as if the very essence of fate acknowledged the bond being forged.

But then came the second card—' Death.'

These cards, born from the depths of Fatebreaker's quirk, spoke of the shared demise that awaited those entwined by Fate's Embrace. 'The Lovers' and 'Death' were sewn into the fabric of fate, the cards pulsating in harmony with the soft hum resonating from the weaving threads.

Amidst the torment, Izuku and Katsuki's gazes remained locked, their eyes reflecting both pain and a deeper understanding. Fleeting images of alternate lives flickered through their minds, shared memories like ghostly echoes that bridged the gaps between worlds. The threads not only bound them in agony but wove together the fragments of their intertwined existence.

The completion of the weaving was marked by the convergence of threads into a single, radiant strand—a luminous bridge between their souls. This strand drew both 'The Lovers' and 'Death' together, merging them into a new card—a card that bore the words 'the Death of Lovers.' Their destiny would lead to a new parallel universe, a rebirth where their connection would begin again only to be embraced by death's open arms... for eternity.

The ring of needles exploded, leaving behind a shower of stars and the card, now imbued with a haunting glow. In an instant, the card shot down the hallway, its glow illuminating the darkness before disappearing into the abyss. Katsuki was left gasping, his breath ragged and uneven as he struggled to rise from the ground. His normally defiant disposition was replaced with a viscerally shaken state, a tremor of terror in his eyes that betrayed the depth of his fear.

Rody and Shoto hurried to Katsuki's side, their steps quick but careful as they supported him. "Dude, what the hell just happened?" Rody asked.

Katsuki's hands clenched into fists, the lingering shock from the inexplicable event still coursing through him. He pushed Rody and Shoto away, his movements a blend of instinct and adrenaline, as he struggled to regain his footing. His gaze followed the fading glow of the card. His voice was laced with a mix of astonishment and fear, "I don't... I don't fucking know, how the hell am I supposed to know, dumbass!"

The look In Katsuki's eyes was almost wild as his gaze slid to Izuku. He lay there, weakened and pale, fighting to turn his body, his every breath coming in sharp agonal gasps. Izuku stared absent-mindedly at Katsuki as his mind plunged into a surreal realm of consciousness. The pain still pulsed through him, but it was now overshadowed by the strange visions that danced before his eyes. Fleeting images of alternate dimensions swirled like ethereal specters, each one revealing a different facet of his connection with Katsuki. Was that Katsuki with piercings and a cape?

A violent cough seized Izuku, ripping him out of his thoughts, causing blood to splatter across the floor. He watched as Katsuki stumbled to his side, collapsing to his knees beside him.

Rody's eyes widened in alarm as he also moved to Izuku's side, his voice laced with concern. "Deku, hey, stay with us!"

Deep within his mind, Izuku felt an urgent need to convey something important to Katsuki. It was as if the visions had shown him a truth he couldn't ignore—a warning that something dangerous loomed.

There was no escaping it. He was going to die.

But there was one thing he needed to do before he left this world. One final message to convey to Katsuki. He had to tell Kacchan this was a quirk accident. That something really bad was going to happen.

His trembling hand reached out, fingers brushing against the ground before finding Katsuki's hand. His voice was barely more than a whimper, each word a struggle as he tried to convey his thoughts. "Kacchan... the c-cards. It w-was... it's... a quirk."

Katsuki pulled Izuku into his arms, his entire demeanor had changed as if those fleeting images had also shown him something that changed him to his very core. His fierce exterior gave way to a newfound helplessness. "The card... it's a quirk..." Izuku's voice quivered as he repeated those words, an almost compulsive mantra that drained his remaining energy with every repetition, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his lips a dark red.

Katsuki's brows furrowed in confusion and concern, his grip on Izuku tightening. "What the fuck do you mean, Deku? What the hell was that? I saw you and me across... what are you talking about?"

But Izuku was past the point of coherence, his words fading into fragmented murmurs, his emerald eyes betraying the heaviness that weighed upon him. His grip on consciousness was slipping like sand through his fingers. This was it.

Katsuki stared into those big green eyes as he realized Izuku was slipping away. Izuku could only watch as he heard muffled yelling. Katsuki was screaming at him, fear shimmering in his eyes.

Izuku was dying, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Izuku felt Katsuki try to lift his broken body off the ground. Katsuki's strength waned as he fought against his own injuries, he made it a few steps before his legs gave out, collapsing to the floor, his arms still wrapped around Izuku's weakened form.

"Stay with me, damn it! Hold on, Deku!" Katsuki's voice wavered, a raw and uncharacteristic vulnerability slipping through his tough exterior. "You can't die, you hear me? Hang on, damn it!"

Izuku should have told him he loved him. Why had he been such a coward? He wanted so desperately to tell him his feelings, to let Katsuki know that he loved him more than anything in the world. He wished for one last chance to say those three simple words, to unburden his heart.

"Izuku!"

But his strength was failing, and his voice was nothing more than a whisper, lost in the void that surrounded him. The world outside was filled with the muffled screams of Katsuki, his voice echoing with fear as he continued to cry out Izuku's name, desperately trying to keep Izuku with him.

Tears welled in the corners of Izuku's eyes as he watched Katsuki's anguish, his own heart breaking for the pain he was causing the person he cared about most. He tried to mouth the words, to convey his love through his gaze, but the void consumed his voice, leaving him with a sense of helplessness.

Izuku's vision blurred further, and the world around him seemed to lose focus. The pain in his chest was a distant throb, his body growing numb as his life force slowly ebbed away. He could barely hear Katsuki's frantic cries now; they were distant, like echoes from another realm.

I'm sorry Kacchan... I'll find you in the next life, I Promise...

In his final moments, as the darkness closed in around him, Izuku clung to the memory of Katsuki's face, the intensity of their shared experiences, and the unspoken love that had always lingered between them. It was a love that would join him in the depths of the void.

And then, with a final, shuddering breath, Izuku's grip on the world loosened, and he let go leaving behind the echoes of his existence and the unspoken love that had defined his heart.