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"Hi Kacchan..
I know it's been a couple of years but it just feels weird if I don't say goodbye to someone. I feel like I had something to do but forgot about it..
I'm just tired. I don't want to be alone anymore, it's only gotten worse since I buried mom. I mean what's even the point you know?" He heard him laugh. It wasn't the same as it was all of those years ago, drained, so very drained.
"I can't even move out of this damn apartment even if I wanted to. It's the only thing I have left of her. To manipulate my mind into proving myself that I'm not alone. To believe that one day she might come through the front door.
It's not working anymore though.. It doesn't matter now, I quit my job so soon enough my landlord will kick me out." On the other side of the line Bakugo could hear a cabinet open and then a familiar rattling.
"Honestly I would be surprised if you knew who I was." The same drained laugh. "Fuck this is so stupid, why did I even try to call you? I knew you weren't going to answer so why did I even try..
Maybe I figured since your a pro hero now you could save me.. like you did when we played as kids, but Kacchan. I think this time I can't be saved."
It's been hours since Bakugo was last on his phone. He's been dealing with a villain attack for God sake. Kacchan..
He knew that nickname from anywhere, the voice that haunted him at night. Before he could even process moving, he was already at the door he was familiar with most of his childhood.
He didn't bother to knock just bursted right in. He didn't have time. First he checked Izukus room, then the bathroom with no luck. Inkos door was slightly cracked open.
Bakugo ran inside to find a limp green haired young man on the floor.
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"Kacchan! Kacchan let's play heroes!!"
"Fine but I get to be the hero! I want to save you Izuku!" It was like this for as long as he could remember, right before Katsuki got his quirk and Izuku didn't.
"I found you Izuku! Let me help you to safety!" Picking up the other boy he heard him laugh. "Thank you Kacchan."
That laugh. He would do anything to hear it again, so genuine. Ever since then it's been a forced laugh. Nothing but a mask.
He knows he played a part in Izuku's trauma. In fact he was the main reason Izuku probably where he was today.
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Kirishima didn't ask any questions when Bakugo called him at 230 in the morning asking him to come to the hospital. The sound of Katsuki's voice told him enough.
Both of them sipping on coffee Kirishima had brought when he got there. They sat in silence, Enjiro knew now wasn't the time to ask questions.
The doctor came into veiw and immediately Bakugo was standing up ready for answers. "I'm sorry for your loss.."
Katsuki didn't have to listen to the rest. He knew deep down by the time he got there his childhood best friend was gone.
"I should of been there.. Fuck En he's really gone." He look at Kirishima with tears running down his face. He didn't know what to do other than just pull him into a hug and comfort him.
He forgot to save him.. Save him from himself.