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It's scary, bloody, and Katsuki found himself shaking, glued to the spot he's in as he watches Izuku fall to the ground, bleeding as his breaths become labored. Katsuki's supposed to feel good. Accomplished, even, but all he feels is horror as he watches the red spill out of Izuku's body. Without thinking, Katsuki runs toward Deku, his hands moving aimlessly to *please, please just fix it.*
Izuku watches Bakugou's's tear-stained face and smiles. "It's okay," He whispers, the life seeping out of him.
"No, no, it's not," Katsuki gasps, attempting to dress the fatal wound he'd inflicted, "I'm nothing without you. I need you, Deku. I need you," he cries, Katsuki's bloodied hands cradling Izuku's cheeks. "I didn't want this." He sobs, pressing his forehead to the greenette's.
Izuku never imagined that his final moments would be spent like this, his worst enemy holding him taut. Nonetheless, he reaches for Bakugou's hand, lacing their fingers together and smiling as if they were completely okay. Izuku imagines a warm summer day, sitting on dewy grass with Katsuki holding him like this, as if everything was okay and they were *allowed* to be in love, with no boundaries of hate between them.
"Look at me," Izuku whispers, looking into Katsuki's bleary eyes, "you'll be okay, Kacchan. Do you understand me?"
Katsuki smiles wetly, staring into the deep emerald of his Deku's eyes, his body shaking. "Yes. I know... Izuku. Izuku, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Katsuki sobs, watching Izuku close his eyes once more. "Just, please, before you go, Izuku," He whispers, pulling Izuku close, "Please just let me kiss you, just once."
Izuku nods as the pain begins to fade to numbness, allowing Katsuki's lips to attach to his. They taste like blood and gunpowder, with just a hint of sweetness behind it. And as his world fades to black, Izuku whispers for the first and last time, "I love you, Katsuki."