The Final Fight: Part 1

I just watched my boyfriend, have his heart pierced through with a electric red and black shard. I scream. At that cue the whole ground sets on fire. I run to where his body was lying, in the dusty bottom of a canyon.

He's already pale. I try stemming the flow with my hand and my clothes. I rip of half of my legging and tie it around his chest. I feel for his pulse. His pulse is slowly fading away.

"I-Izuku" he says, lying in my lap. "W-What?" I said with tears falling down my face. "Win this fight for me my love, and I- I-" he stops breathing.

I scream from the pain. I had just lost my boyfriend. I hug his dead corpse tightly, before standing up.

I was feeling weak. I get up and start fighting shigaraki, the first few shards miss my chest narrowly and then I feel pain and blood falling down my chest. I fall backwards into the canyon and next to my dead boyfriend.

I smile, and with the last few breathes I had I crawl to him and tell him I love him too before holding his hand and blacking out. My chest stops moving and before I know it I'm finally at peace with the world.

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-Eraserhead's point of view-

I look around and pass a forest, I search each meter with the help of the pro heroes. Midiyora and Katsuki could be in vain trouble. We split up. I run out to the desert, the pro heroes to the city and the rest back into the forest for a double search.

I notice a canyon and two limp bodies lying there. I approach them and when I see their costumes and hair I scream. That scream calls all pro heroes to the canyon. I run down to the canyon and grab hold of both their bodies.

The problem children aren't breathing. I use some of my scarf to secure their bodies around me so I can run. I run to the U.A. hospital and into it.

All Might notices and he grabs hold of Katsuki and places him onto a bed. I place Midiyora on a bed as well and I push him into the emergency. They have to do something.

I sit outside in tears and All Might says they'll be fine. I know they're not. They're my students and everything wrong goes onto me. The nurses and doctors come out and say, it's hopeless now. I refuse to believe that my best students are dead.

What am I telling the class now?