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Mimic Chapter 42

Grief was an easy thing to move on from, it's been done multiple times but this time...it might not be easy

Words- 2743

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Just sadness, some violence but towards objects, depreciating thoughts, lack of self-care, lots of angst, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS

A/N: We're back hey <3

Y/n,

I’m not sure how to start this off…I hadn’t expected things to end up like this but here we are. I love you. I know this is a cowardly way of telling you, you deserve to be told face to face but I can’t. Shigaraki and All For One will now be after me so I need to keep my distance from everyone especially you. I can’t let you get hurt again…I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I can remember when I first met you like it was yesterday, I held the door on the train open for you and you thanked me with that gorgeous smile of yours and you said, “You’re the kid that completely totaled that Zero pointer, how are your bones?” It was at that moment I knew I loved you. Every time I spent with you, during class, when you walked me home after I broke both my arms during the Sports Festival, cleaning each other's cuts and bruises Gran Torino gave us during our work study, training together growing stronger with our quirks, every moment together I cherished. Even when we fought alongside each other or against I still loved you. And it’s because of that love I have for you I have to leave.

We said we’re the only ones that understand each other and I hope you can understand the reason I had to leave. I will accept any yelling or fighting you want to send my way I deserve it but it will be all worth it when all this is over. I don’t know when I’ll be back but you will always be on my mind, the moment I wake up to the second I sleep I will be thinking of you. I need you to stay strong…you’ll probably want to shut down or go out and find me but you can’t. I need you safe for when I return. Let the class in…with everything out there you’re going to think everyone is your enemy but we aren’t. We will always be there for you. I love you Y/n..I will love you, Y/n Shimura, until my dying breath. I could say it a million times but that wouldn’t describe all of it. I want you to look outside…yes right now whatever you’re seeing the sun and the sky or the moon and the stars know that I’m looking at the same ones right now. 

I love you Y/n. With all my heart I will love you.

-Izuku Midoriya

You thought you understood grief…understood the feeling of losing someone. You’ve experienced it your entire life, losing your family, losing your freedom, your trust, even your own life, but it didn’t compare to what you felt now. You weren’t even sure you could describe it as a feeling. You weren’t sure you could feel anything anymore, happiness….fear..anger…love. They all were gone your heart an empty space in your chest just used to keep you alive but unable to love or be loved.

Were you cursed? Destined to remain alone and everyone around you to get hurt and leave you. Your parents…your siblings…your mentors, the people you looked up to, the boy you lov-. You couldn’t even say the word. The word stuck within your throat just on the tip of your tongue bursting to be set free but remains trapped. Once you say it…it’s the truth it’s reality..you let your guard down and let someone in..you fully gave them your trust giving your delicate heart for them to cherish and protect. So even now as you sit alone you still clutch your heart safe with you away from anyone.

“Y/n…” A soft voice calls out and you don’t look at them your hair blocking their view of your face as they stand in the doorway. Kirishima and Mina look into your room…it’s a complete disaster. Your desk and chair were flipped over the contents on top of it were strewed across the floor, glass from the picture frames littered the ground, and your drawers from your dresser were ripped open it fallen over as well. If a tornado went through your dorm that would describe the state of your room as you sit outside on your balcony the cool air blowing through your hair. A letter clutched within your fingers.

When you returned to the dorm it was a tense moment for you and your classmates. With the truth leaked about everything, your past, your quirk, everything they didn’t know who they were going to meet when you came back. Would you still be the same Y/n they knew even though you were his sister? You returned with Present Mic and you just walked past them all heading straight to your room. No greeting, no words, you didn’t even look at them, as if they all had Hagakure’s quirk. Even with you out of the room, the tension was still thick and that’s when Mic caught them up with everything that you just found out in a few days. Losing your quirk..losing the fight…losing Midoriya. It was shortly after they all heard it. A loud crash made a few of them jump before it went quiet and the noise came back again. Loud bangs and crashes could be heard through three floors and it sent a shiver through them all as the rampage continued for a few minutes before it went quiet…too quiet. Two were sent up to check on you and that’s where they found you.

“Y/n.” Mina’s voice calls out and you don’t move your hands clutching the small piece of paper and a drop of water falls down staining the paper. Panicking you pull the paper away from you not wanting to ruin it. Your lifeline is the only thing you have left. A hand brushes against your shoulder and you don’t even flinch at the sudden touch.

“Shimura…I’m…I’m sorry.” Kirishima whispers his happy energy gone as he looks down at you.

“I never got to tell him…” You whisper and the two look at you and you push yourself to your feet the two watch as you slowly exit the room heading down the hall forgoing the elevator and taking the stairs until you reach the floor underneath you reaching the boys' side. Mina and Kirishima trail behind you as you steadily walk down the hall, the three boys living on this floor watch in silence as you walk past them before stopping at a door. You bring your hand to the doorknob but stop hesitating. Your other hand clutches the note before you push the door open entering the door and closing it behind locking yourself inside that room inside memories in the last moments of Izuku Midoriya…

“Y/n…” His voice is soft his hands light as they trace your face and you smile looking at him as he lies down beside you. His freckles paint skin like stars making constellations the smile that covers his face as he pushes your hair back. “I love you…”

Your hand reaches out petting his skin but your hand drifts through touching the bed. You frown reaching your hand out but the same thing happens again.

“Why can’t you say it?” He speaks again and he’s not laying beside you but standing away from the bed, his hero costume ripped and ruined, blood, sweat, and grime covering him. Tears are the only thing that clean part of his face. “Just say it Y/n…and I’ll come to you.” He begs and you sit up conflict and fear crosses your face as you open your mouth to speak but the words get all choked up.

“I..I-i can’t…” Your voice cracks and he frowns turning away.

“Goodbye Y/n.”

“izuku…Izuku!” You stumble out of the bed trying to go after him your hands going through him as he disappears leaving you sitting on the floor gasping at the air. 

This was worse than him being dead because you knew he was out there…but he would just never come back.

There you stayed as days past your classmates haven’t gotten a glimpse of you since you returned and you entered that room. They had no idea if you were eating or if you were even alive, Midoriya’s door remains locked and no matter the amount of begging to be let in or to come out the door remains shut. No one knew what went on in that room and your silence going on for days had made them nervous.

“Do you know if she’s even eaten since coming back?” One of them brings up as the whole class minus two sit together. They had a feeling Midoriya was somewhere out there with the Pros…they wouldn’t let him leave without some eyes watching him. They wanted to pressure Endeavor to reveal his location and they have already gotten in contact with Principal Nezu but if they wanted their plan to work fully they needed all of what’s left of Class 1-A and your status was unknown was their current conversation.

“None of us have seen her leave that room since she entered,” Mina says dark circles resting under her eyes. You were her closest friend and seeing you in this state was killing her as well.

“She could always be getting food and water when we are all asleep,” Kaminari says wanting to think positively.

“She doesn’t,” Bakugo speaks up he sat in the corner of the couch slumped over his gaze glued to the floor. Unlike his normal routine of going to bed at exactly 9 PM, he stayed up his gaze glued to the doorway of the stairs and the elevator waiting to see you enter to get food each night but nothing. He didn’t know if it was guilt or pity that was gnawing at him…your voice clear in his head during the fight. Bleeding out in front of him your arm and chest severely hurt clutching his collar and fear in your eyes.

“Bakugo you better not let him die!”

“The body can only survive up to a week without food but if she’s not drinking water,” Momo brings up a fearful look on her face, “You could only last three days before your body starts to shut down.”

You had been locked in that room for 5 days.

“That’s fucking it,” Bakugo growls pushing himself up and marching to the kitchen the class follows after him and he rips open the fridge pulling out an applesauce and two glasses of water beginning his trek out of the common area. Taking the stairs up to the second floor his footsteps boom against the floor before reaching the boy’s room. Rearing his foot back fully kicking in the door with a boom.

“BAKUGO!” Some of his classmates yell out as he storms into the room and they all try following after him. Inside your lay motionlessly on the bed.

“Oi! I’m fucking done with this ya hear me!” Bakugo yells turning the lights on and you groan but still don’t move. Placing the food and one water he opens the other before fully tossing it on you getting you soaked. You shriek pushing yourself up almost falling back down with your shaky limbs. You throw away a piece of paper from you so it doesn’t get wetter and the boy pushes you back down pinning you down. “You gotta fucking eat…you’re not dying.” He says holding the spoon out but you glare at him looking away and he scoffs. His free hand snatches your face forcing your jaw open forcing the spoon in your mouth before covering your mouth and pinching your nose.

“Bakubro don’t be so rough!” Kirishima yells out

“Eat the damn food or you’re going to pass out.” He says ignoring the redhead as you try pushing him off but with you pinned your weak body, and the air leaving your system you are forced to swallow the food he lets go of your nose and mouth and you suck in air.

“I hate you!” You spit out and he scoffs shoving another spoonful in your mouth and you don’t fight eating it much to your classmates' relief.

“Whatever hate me all ya want!” He says bringing over the water and letting you sip it shaking your head when you have enough water in your mouth. After a bit more of eating and drinking Bakugo moves off still helping you feed yourself but you slowly get the hang of it yourself. Once you finish the food and water he flicks you on the forehead.

“Pull that shit again and I’ll kill you. Hear me.” He says stepping away and his spot is quickly replaced by Mina and Kirishima and the others. “When you’re done clean yourself up you fucking reek.”

“Why…” You mumble putting the water beside the table.

“We’re getting him back.” You freeze knowing exactly who it was they were talking about.

Her hands are soft in your hair making sure the conditioner is everywhere. Your body rests in the bath the bubbles around you cleaning the dirt and grime.

“You don’t have to do this Mina..” You say closing your eyes as she pours water on your head trying to not get it in your eyes.

“It’s what friends do Y/n,” She says scooping up more water in the cup to do one more rinse, “Beside…I should’ve been there..when you needed me.”

You turn around looking at her your eyebrows frowned the red in your eyes piercing, “No don’t blame yourself…it was my own doing that got me here.” You say and she goes to speak before closing her mouth and she turns you back to finish rinsing. “If I only had been stronger…things would’ve been different.” You mumble as the final water runs over your hair and Mina stands up silently going to grab the towel. If you were faster…if you fought harder…maybe if you ended this when you were children…you would have lived a normal life…Shigaraki wouldn’t have killed your parents..you wouldn’t have gone with All For One..none of this would have happened.

Izuku would be here.

“Y/n..come on we gotta get ready.” She says holding out the towel. Nodding you push yourself out accepting it as you dry yourself off before dressing into your underwear as Mina grabs the bandages and cream. Her hands are gently rubbing the medicine against the stitches before wrapping the bandages around. You had three major injuries, straight through your abdomen taking a kidney with it, another hitting your intestines, and the last one through your chest you’re lucky it missed your heart but it did knick part of your right lung. You were alive and standing but were you happy?

“Why do I have to come…I’m like public enemy number one here.” You say as you work your tie while Mina brushes your hair putting in the product.

“Because Endeavor needs to see us together as a class to emphasize our point…Midoriya needs to come home.” Mina says working the brush through any kinks and knots in your hair. The white locks are a heightened feature, especially with your eyes…those bloody red eyes.

“Yeah but the second I step outside I’m going to have people out there wanting my head on a spike.” You say holding out a white lock letting it drop in disgust. Mina pause seeing the disgust in your eyes and she places the brush down wrapping her arm around your shoulders and resting her chin on your head the two of you looking at the mirror.

“I remember when you came into class with this white hair and you were so embarrassed by it but after a while, you grew into it. You owned it…you stood out and it made sense. You were different than any of us. I just see Y/n Shimura..my best friend” She says picking up a lock of your hair you look back in the mirror flinching and see someone else in the reflection his eyes digging into your soul, his white locks flowing down his face…those red eyes. You stand up looking away from the mirror grab your jacket pulling it on.

“You see that but everyone sees the truth..Y/n Shimura. Tomura Shigaraki’s sister…All For One’s damn weapon. That’s all they’ll ever see.”

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Waking up in a hospital bed was not something you thought you would do in a very long time. The hospital smell, the fabric that makes up the gowns, the obnoxious sounds from the many machines that crowd the room, it was all something that you’d wanted to avoid for a long time. And yet, here you were. Your eyes droopy and hair messy, laying in a hospital bed.

“For someone who just came back from surgery, you look great.”

Rolling your eyes, you flipped the channel again. Hitoshi and Izuku had been waiting for you to get back, every time you opened your eyes they were there. You couldn’t decide if it was annoying or comforting.

“Yeah whatever, get me a pudding dickwad.”

Izuku laughed as Hitoshi stuck his tongue out at you, but left the room to get what you asked for anyways. You laid your head back, sighing deeply. The last 24 hours had been the most eventful 24 hours in a long time, and you never really had the time to sit down and process. In a way, you’re more warn out by the festival and that argument with Katsuki than the surgery that had to clean up the mess that was the inside of your body.

When you first woke up, you weren’t entirely conscious, still going in and out of consciousness. All you could see and hear was Hitoshi and Izuku talking to the doctors, hearing words such as “alcohol” and “blood.” At one point your friends saw that you were trying to wake up and they rushed to your side, feeling a hand push back your hair while another held your right hand. You really wish you could hear what they were saying, but everything was so muffled and bright. It was like being underwater with a spotlight being shined on you.

The second time you woke, and stayed awake, was after the surgery. You were tired, and grumpy, refusing to use full sentences with Izuku and Hitoshi once you were fully aware of the situation. However, these are the people that know you best, and it didn’t take them very long to break you.

When they did, you had successfully broke down sobbing, both of them practically jumping onto the bed to hold you. It had been so long since you’ve cried like that, but after the previous day of pain and stress there was no better way to let it go. You told them everything, from the pains you were getting all the way to your fight with Katsuki. They both nodded along, claiming that Katsuki had told them about the fight that night after you had been taken away in the ambulance. It had taken you a while to recover, and your heavy sobbing did worry the nurses, but you settled down eventually. After that, you noticed that your friends had sent you plenty of “get well” presents, and Shoto was on FaceTime for way too long.

Opening your eyes, you sat back up before turning to look at Izuku in the chair next to you. You couldn’t believe that the both of them stayed the night with you, just like last year. It felt all to eerily similar to last year, just, without the passing out after an argument part.

“What is it n/n? Are you still hurting? Tell me where.”

Izuku was by your side in an instant, pushing on your ribcage and watching your face for discomfort. However, your facial expression was simply a straight face and you gently pulled his hands away. He noticed the mood quickly and sat in front of you, giving you those famous doe eyes of his.

“I was such a bitch to him, Zu.”

You sat criss cross, refusing to make eye contact with the man who sat in front of you. You knew if you looked at him you would start crying again, and the swelling around your eyes just went down.

Taking another breath, you spoke again.

“I drunkenly made out with a stranger at a party, and ended up creating this whole…relationship with him! We called almost every night, texted each other everything, went out into the town together…and the whole time…I was lying to myself.”

“Lying to yourself about what, y/n?”

There was a pause after Izuku closed his mouth, and you were still looking away from him. The two of you sat there, the noises from machines around you and the TV being the only sound filling the room. You could feel Izuku’s stare, he’s always been known to have a weirdly intimate stare, his eyes being able to speak for him.

You opened your mouth to talk again, before finding you didn’t know what else to say. Izuku noticed and cupped your hands in his, and gently spoke up.

“Y/n, you knew you had feelings for him since your first day on the job,” he chuckled, making you look up at him with glaring eyes. His face softened, but the smile was still there.

Before he could speak again, Hitoshi returned with the pudding with a raised eyebrow.

“Are we having another break down?”

Izuku thinned his lips as you flipped off your best friend, but he ignored both of you and sat down next to you on the bed. He handed you the pudding and threw an arm around you, Izuku’s hands still holding your free hand.

“No, just talking,” Izuku glared at Hitoshi who threw his free hand up in defense. He looked back at you and let your hand go so you could eat your pudding, then continued to talk.

“You haven’t been lying to yourself, you’re not that type of person. You and I both know you were a hundred percent aware of your feelings, and I’m sure that’s all you could think about it. You just decided not to act on them because you were scared to mess up all the hard work you put into recovering from a pretty traumatizing event.”

As you ate your pudding you melted into the bed some more, not liking the feeling of both of your best friends staring at you. Not to mention talking about your love life made you want to pass out again so you didn’t have to be conscious for this. Maybe if you just closed your eyes…

“Do I think you lead him on? I hate to say it, but yes.”

Surprised with his words, you glanced up at him. He was looking at you, a serious expression on his face.

“There were so many different ways you could have dealt with the situation, but just because you did that doesn’t mean you’re a ‘bitch’ or deserved to be yelled at like that.”

You looked away again, but found yourself thinking over these past months. He wasn’t wrong. You liked Katsuki in not-so platonic way, put so much energy and effort into him but still called him a friend. It wasn’t right, and just like Katsuki said, you are a coward. You knew about your feelings towards the blond but you were just too scared to act on them, you were terrified something bad would happen if you did.

Surprisingly, Hitoshi was the one who spoke up again. which was probably the works of Izuku’s weird eye contact language

“You were scared, and you’re still scared. Shitty things happened to you, not just the car accident but all of your fucked up relationships too. No one is blaming you for not dating this guy, no matter how much you drooled over him.”

You smacked his chest, but Hitoshi just chuckled and continued.

“You don’t even have to date him now if you’re not ready, that’s okay. But you do have to apologize to him and explain the situation. Just talk to him, I’m more than certain he wants to talk things out too.”

More silence, but at least this one was a comfortable one since your friends were done speaking. Now, you just had to sit and think about all of this, process it.

You worked so hard to build your life back up. Your confidence, strength, mental and physical health. The idea of being in a serious relationship scared the shit out of you, not wanting to have another person worried about you. You wanted that independence, wanted to prove to yourself that you could take care of yourself, that you didn’t need someone breathing down your neck. You wanted to be strong, worthy of Katsuki’s love and care.

But, now that you think about that, it’s so stupid.

You were so worried about being a burden to all of your loved ones, that you didn’t even notice that you were drowning in yourself. Your friends, Katsuki, they wanted to be there for you. You aren’t needy, and just because they help you doesn’t mean you’re not independent or strong. They love you just as much you love them, and you should embrace them.

You love your friends.

You love Katsuki.

Your eyes widen when you take the last bite of your pudding.

You’re in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oh my god,” you groan, running a hand down your face.

Izuku and Hitoshi pipe up at your response, Hitoshi raising an amused eyebrow while Izuku’s eyebrows furrow in concern.

“I’m in love with fucking Bakugou Katsuki.”

When you look back at your friends, there are two very different people looking at you. Izuku, is looking knowingly at you, with a gentle smile. Hitoshi however, your best friend, is looking at you trying not to laugh.

Groaning again, you lay back in your bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling. You feel Hitoshi leave your side and walk over to the other side of you while Izuku moves further up to replace Hitoshi’s spot.

“Okay, I have to say it,” Hitoshi sits down on the chair next to your bed as you and Izuku look at Hitoshi’s questioningly.

“Out of all the guys, him? Really? I mean I know he’s a model but there’s no way-“

Instead of letting your so-called-friend continue, you shut him up quickly with a pillow to the face. Izuku immediately burst out in laughter at the action, and you couldn’t help but giggle yourself after seeing Hitoshi’s reaction.

All this is shit you’ve gone through is scary, and in a way the future is even more terrifying. But right now, even after having surgery, you’ve never felt more secure. You have the worlds best friends, and you’re in love with Bakugou Katsuki. Now when you’re scared, you don’t have to feel weak for asking for help, you’re going to let the people who care about you, love you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

soon you’ll get better

RAHHHHH

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