wow I just keep doing Heathers things, huh?

I should probably actually finish that- LOL

anyways I was watching a bunch of bnha heathers animatics and was like "eyyy why the hecc not"

also btw: slightly graphic writing!!

i mean, it's not really graphic, but it mentions hanging soooo 

watch out for that >_<

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Izuku stepped towards Bakugo, arms outstretched and eyes wide. "All is forgiven, Kacchan! Come on," he smiled, coming off more threatening than intended, "Get dressed! We're going to the pep rally tonight, aren't we?!"

Bakugo's eyes flickered backwards and he took a step, careful not to set Izuku off. "I..."

The freckled boy's face fell slightly. "Wh-what? Are we doing this again?" He buried his head in his hands for a moment before running his fingers through his hair, giving Bakugo an ominous grin that sent a chill down his spine. "Remember when we were kids? It... it was funny, huh?" 

With each step that the green-haired boy took forwards, the blonde moved back, glancing backwards and gulping as he neared the wall.

"You chucked me out like I was trash. For that," he nodded to himself, "You should be dead. But, but, but!" he grinned, grabbing onto Bakugo's shoulders as he pushed him into the wall. "Then it hit me like a flash! What if...," his lips curled into a grin, "The high school went away instead?!"

With Izuku's words, Bakugo's eyes widened in horror, mind racing with ideas on how to escape. He glanced to the side and bit his lip - not too keen on hurting the boy in front of him, but also afraid that if he moved, he'd send Izuku into a rage. "Uh..."

Izuku turned with a manic grin on his face, finger pointed into the air. "Those hero students are the key!" While the boy was preoccupied, Bakugo slightly inched to the side, freezing when the green-haired boy whipped his head around, a sadistic smile spread across his cheeks. "They're keeping you away from me!"

The freckled boy stepped forwards, taking in a harsh breath as he wrapped his fingers around Bakugo's chin. The blonde gulped at the manic look in his eyes, entirely contrasting his frown. "They made you blind - messed up your mind - But!" he grinned, forcing Bakugo to look into his eyes, "I can set you free!"

Izuku's eyes trailed downwards and his brows furrowed, arms falling to his sides as he walked over to the wall. He began tracing the paint with his finger, mumbling to himself. "You left me and I fell apart... I punched the wall, and I cried." The boy's head suddenly shot up, a wild look in his eye as he curled his hand into a fist. He glanced down for a moment before pounding on the wall with a sort of desperation, "BAM BAM BAM!"

Heaving, the boy turned slightly, seeing Bakugo by the window and frowning. However, after a moment, he shook his head and danced towards the boy. "Then I found you changed my heart, and set loose all that truthful stuff inside!" Despite his poisonous words, Izuku smiled softly, brushing his hand against Bakugo's face and causing the boy to stiffen. "And so," he grinned, dropping his hand, and backing away, "I built a bomb!"

Bakugo froze, horrifiedly watching as Izuku gleefully jumped around and giggled to himself. "Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee," he flashed a smile at Bakugo, causing him to gulp, "They never see their senior prom!"

"Deku, let's talk abo-"

Izuku shot him another smile before placing the blonde's hand in his own, smiling softly. "I was meant to be yours," he sang quietly, dancing with Bakugo as if they were at a ball, "We were meant to be one." He raised his head, giving the blonde a sort of desperate look that caused his heart to fall, "Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun!" 

The freckled boy's voice became quieter as he stopped, shakily holding Bakugo's hands and glancing downwards. "I was meant to be yours..."

Bakugo squeezed the freckled boy's hands, causing him to look up with a sad smile. However, within mere moments, he ripped his hands back from the blonde, causing his hands to fall to his sides.

He clenched his fists, looking down at them and grinning, "So when the high school gym goes BOOM!" he threw his hands upwards, before winking and making gun motions, "With everyone inside - pkhw pkhw pkhw pkhw!"  

Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, seeming to have forgotten Bakugo was even there. "In the rubble of their tomb, we'll plant this note explaining why they died!"

He gained a dreamy look in his eyes, not noticing as Bakugo crept away towards the closet, and instead dancing to his words. "We, the students of U.A. High," he recited, "Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through... to you. Your society turns out slaves and blanks - no thanks. Signed, the students of U.A. High." Izuku raised his head, grinning. "Goodbye!"

Upon noticing that Bakugo was no longer there, Izuku's eyes widened, his eyes darting around the room fervently. "Kacchan? Don't you want to do this with me?"

Bakugo remained silent in the closet, knees pressed against his chest. Although he attempted to keep still, he was unable to repress a wince caused by the boy's despair and crack in his voice, allowing Izuku's eyes to  trail towards his hiding place.

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors!" he said hopefully, attempting to lure Bakugo back out, "Bring marshmallows - we'll make s'mores!" He hugged himself, light tears rolling down his cheeks as he lowered his voice. "We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

He shot his head back up, desperately pounding his fists on the wooden doors of the closet. "I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can't take it alone! Finish, what we've begun...!" Izuku's lip trembled as he slowly kneeled in front of the door, Bakugo's breath hitching at his pleading voice. "You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need!" He pressed his hands against his chest, grinning as tears fell from his eyes. "You carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!"

The freckled boy waited expectantly for a moment before taking in a shaky breath and forcing himself upwards. And, inside the closet, Bakugo bit his lip, eyes wandering to a nearby rope.

"Kacchan!" Izuku yelled desperately, pounding on the door once again. "Open the door please! ...Kacchan! Open the door! Kacchan! Can we not fight anymore please...? Can we not fight anymore...?!" 

Izuku trembled, offering a sad smile and gesturing towards the closet even though Bakugo couldn't see. "Kacchan, sure you're scared. I've been there. I can set you free!" 

Bakugo stiffened slightly, fingers stumbling over themselves as he tightened the rope once Izuku rose his voice. 

"Kacchan!" the freckled boy laughed angrily, "Don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three!"

The boy paused for a moment, listening for any sound. However, unable to even hear a hint of movement, he began his countdown. "One... Two..." He gritted, his teeth, kicking the door. "Whatever!"

Izuku breathed heavily, fists clenched as he glanced around the closet. "Kacchan?" he mumbled quietly, calmer than before. However, once he saw the boy's hanging body, he froze, eyes wide.

"Oh my god - no!" he cried out, grabbing desperately onto the blonde's legs as tears ran down his cheeks. "Kacchan!" 

Breaths shaky, he buried his head into the blonde's legs, voice slightly muffled. "Please don't leave me alone... You were all I could trust. I can't do this alone..."

The room remained silent for all of a moment before Izuku gritted his teeth, forcing himself away from the boy and standing straight. "STILL - I WILL IF I MUST!"

At the sound of a creak outside, Izuku's head snapped to the side. The boy then bit his lip, stealing a quick, sad glance back at Bakugo before tearing his eyes away and climbing out the window.

"Bye... Kacchan...," he mumbled sadly.

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"Katsuki?!" his mother called, peeking her head into the room. "I brought you a snack, brat!" She glanced around the room, confused as to why she didn't see anyone. "...Katsuki?"

The woman's eyes widened, hands flying to cover her mouth as she stared at her son, a horrified expression on his pale face. 

Tears began to pour down her cheeks when, without any warning, Bakugo peeked an eye open, letting out a slight gasp when he saw his mother and scrambling to get down.

The blonde gritted his teeth, wincing as he fell, before stumbling towards his mom. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "It wasn't real."

His mother looked down at him, still forcing away the bile that was rising in her throat. "Then... Why?"

He glanced away, squeezing his eyes shut as he thought of Izuku's manic smile. "To get away."

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alright

this kinda sucks, doesn't it? LOL

yeah, I kinda expected it to be pretty bad since I wasn't like, drawing it out or anything (not to mention its like 4am oml-) but yk

I tried B,)

that end part, btw:

in Heathers, Veronica pretends to hang herself (gruesome :/) to make J.D. leave or something? I don't really know the whole thing, but I'm pretty sure that happens

sorry for being big dumb B,)

anyways

Thanks for reading! <3