feel free to animatic this or whatnot, who am i kiddin tho lol

the song this is inspired from is from this musical called heathers theres a movie too ♡

if you've listened to it, y'all will already know why i chose it (＊￣︶￣＊)

I'm pretty proud of this fic, cuz I gotta tell you , it's the BOMB.

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"All is forgiven, baby!" His tone is coloured by mirth, he sounds like a kid who's been given eternal access to the cookie jar. Despite the fact that you're doing everything you can to keep from breaking, just shattering on your bedroom floor because you know what he'll do. He'll pick up all those little pieces of yourself, put them all together in what mishmash of you he can and he'll go about his plan. He'll coax you better than any siren, of his cause, of the righteousness in what he plans to do. Because that's how well he can play you. It's a masterclass in how well you can manipulate a person wrapped around your fingers.

But now you know better than to give in to him and his intoxicating promises, his portraits of a happily ever after for the two of you. You know there's nothing beautiful about the path you're on, the path you willingly stepped onto with him. Because a long, long time ago, a foolish part of you believed in the tales he spun, as sweet as sugar, and as fantastic as your wildest dreams.

You love him. You love him with all your heart, from the tips of your fingers to the marrow of your bones. You have to stop him from the route he's forcibly written for himself, because it will destroy the two of you.

"Katsuki, please," you beg, tears staining your every word. "No - no - I don't want this."

You lean back against the door, clutching yourself as your tears stream across your cheeks. You have to stop him, you have to stop this.

But you started it.

But you just couldn't help it.

You didn't mean to kill him. The villain after you, he was a villain after all. He was - it was kill or be killed. Bakugo understood. He helped you hide it. But -

"_____," Bakugo whispers you name, sweet and low, "open the door, please."

Your breath hitches.

"Sure you're scared, I've been there," he presses on, stuck in that delusion of his, "I can set you free."

If only, if only, you wonder. Your head hurts so much, your heart exasperated beyond all measure. It would be so easy to give in to him, to everything he promises you, to everything he stands for.

"Open the door," he says it so kindly, so desperately, as if he has all the answers you need.

You know better.

Your mother told you to count before doing something serious, she said it would help your thinking process. So you count, I'm going to count to three.

One.

UA already took a chance on you and your strange quirk. The discovery of your crime would only give them the reason they needed to boot you out of the system and lock you down somewhere they could lock you up and control you.

Two.

And what about Bakugo. No way they would look over his part in your crime. He was already on thin ice as it was. If you, if you complied. What - what would they do to him?

Fuck it.

No more thinking, no more tears. You angrily rub your eyes, violently brushing your tears away. They weren't going to hurt him, they weren't going to hurt you. You slam the door open.

You see Bakugo first, the genuine worry in his eyes and the hope that lights up in them when you come out. You almost waver in your choice, he looks at you like everything can still be alright. So it only hurts your heart more to do what you do next. You turn to the pro heroes beside him, your fist clenches. You hold Bakugo, and silently beg that he understands what you're about to do.

Your quirk was silence. Silencing quirks, silencing senses, an all consuming stillness that crept through the body until it reached the heart.

For so long, you'd been terrified of your quirk, of the silence that was inexplicably interconnected to you, of the silence you'd kept your whole life. It's this repression that leads you to just burst that night in the alley, when you find Bakugo with his back against the wall and a blade brushing the column of his throat, pressing hard enough to break the skin and for blood to drip down and down.

You killed the villain to save your beloved, he deserved it after all. Why should villains stay alive? Cockroaches, the lot of them. They'd break out, they'd hurt, why not end it all right then and there?

This time when you release your quirk, you do so willingly and in full control. You see the panic in the heroes eyes as your silence seeps through them. It would've been terrible to feel that, to reach for your weapon, for a part of you only to find it isn't there, to find your senses failing you, to feel your heart beat grow slower and slower until...

When the light finally leaves their eyes, you finally let him go. It happens quickly, especially since you're using your quirk so willingly. When their bodies fall, you feel something break inside of you. A lock inside your mind you'd long kept hidden. When he realizes what happens, there's fear in your eyes. You grab his hand and he doesn't try to pull away. How would it feel to see the love of your life, to see them turn into someone completely unrecognisable. You wonder if he'd want to kill you. It hurts but you can't let go. At least, now they can't hurt him - can't hurt you. You test your hypothesis when you caress his cheek and dip his head down for a kiss and when he complies, a small sad part of you muses about the chains binding the two of you, the chains called love.