Izuku Midoriya sat on the roof with his burnt notebook next to him. He stared out into the setting sun as thoughts from the day floated by like the clouds in the sky.
His only friend, and crush since kindergarten, has told him today to jump. He thought it was crazy at first. That he was just messing around. But, if he was being honest, it wasn't the first time he had considered it.
Izuku picked up his charred notebook that Bakugo has burnt and flipped through the pages, not really looking at them. He felt strangely hollow, like the world was in black and white or as if everything was in slow motion. As he flipped the pages, grateful most of it survived the burn by landing in the fish pond, his hand stilled as his eyes landed on Bakugo's page. Detailed notes in his cramped handwriting filled both pages with a primitive sketch of Bakugo in a hero suit he thought suited him.
Tears pricked Izuku's eyes as he stared at the page and they dropped onto the page as soft as petals. He brushed his hand against his face and closed the page, standing up.
Izuku tucked the notebook carefully into his jacket pocket and walked up to the edge, looking over wistfully.
"Maybe... Maybe he'll like me if I do what he says." He took another step. "Yeah. Yeah, if I just do what he says... Keep my head down... Stop dreaming..." He planted both feet on the ledge looking down. "And take a swan dive off the roof." He turned around and closes his eyes, folding his hands carefully over his heart.
"For you, Kacchan."
He tipped off the back and fell. He landed with a sickening crunch and a bounce, his arm and neck snapped. He lied there with a smile on his face and eyes closed peacefully, his small body twited in ways that would make any sane person pass out.
Bakugo, face pale and mouth agape, turned slowly around, silently praying it wasn't what he thought it was.
Bakugo's first thought was hiw wrong it looked. The green bouncy and frizzy curls matted with blood and sticking down. His joyful and freckled face soaked with tears and a blood crusted smile. His green and determined eyes, the eyes he tried so hard to deny were beautiful, now empty with no light shining.
A sob wracked him as he ran towards his body, his gruff persona stripped away to nothing. Tears fell freely for once in his life as he held his childhood friend's lifeless body. He hugged the broken boy's corpse close and sobbed into him.
He couldn't remember what happens next, he always assumed someone called the police because next he knew he was wrapped in a shock blanket and holding a steaming cup of Coco as the first responders tried to get a testimony out of him. He assumed the cops took his body to the hospital. He assumed they pronounced him dead and buried him. He had spoken at his funeral.
But now... The ghost of his past was in front of him trying to get him to go on a date with him after making himself a villain. Deku, his best friend, crush, greatest regret and ghost.
Deku was alive and standing in front of him.