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As my heart gives out

Summary:

Alternative ending to my book “Before my heart gives out”
I suggest reading it before starting this one.

 

Spoilers to the orginal >>>>>>!!

Izuku survives after getting kidnapped by the league of villains.
However is he really safe? And for how long?
What would happen if he were to live?

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Hey guys! So many of you have been asking for an alternative ending so here you go!

 

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Chapter 1: A last ditch effort

Chapter Text

The world tilted and morphed yet never settled. His head ached, his skull throbbing as he tried to tune back into his surroundings. Dust and dirt caked the air around him, making it incredibly hard to breathe. Something heavy was weighing down on his chest, the crushing pressure made it impossible for his chest to expand. He tried to move, the action brought intense, overwhelming pain, erupting in his leg from a wound he could not identify.

He couldn't feel his arm, a desperate part of him hoped it was from the boulder currently restricting his blood flow. His breath came in heaves, panic rising, almost suffocating with its intensity. It surprised him, really, that he was breathing at all. The third bomb was smaller than the others. It seems its sole purpose was to take out the warehouse. To take him out.

He could taste copper on his tongue, it made him almost wretch. Tears sprung to his unseeing eyes, a groan escaping his lips as he tried once again to lift the boulder caging him in. His limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. His entire body burned, pain flaring with every muscle he tried to use. He was going to die here, wasn't he?

“-Ku can you hear me?” The soreness in his head amplified as he tried to listen. The new presence brought overwhelming relief. The voice was familiar. Achingly so. “You’re going to be okay! We’re going to get you out of there, do you hear me?” And as if calling out to someone else, “ Uraraka! I need you to move this boulder!”

The weight crushing him to the ground disappeared, as whatever was holding him down was floated into the air. A new kind of pain erupted in its place as the blood rushed to his legs.

Something pressed into the wound, his vision turning white for a moment, overtaking the previous darkness.

“Shit.” The hero hissed from his place above him, “You need to stop moving okay? This is going to hurt.”

“Ai- Aizawa?” His throat felt raw, the words sandy and stinging.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be alright. I just need to keep applying pressure.” Shouting to someone behind him he continued, “Ca-all an ambulance!” His voice cracked. Shattering his composure.

“What- what do we do?” Shinsou was here too? What were they doing here? His mind felt foggy, detached.

“Help me get him out of here. This structure isn’t going to hold out for long.”

Without truly registering the words, he felt two pairs of arms wrap around him.

They lifted him, the movement bringing unfiltered agony, racing through his entire body, and lighting his nerves on fire. Something wet dripped onto his forehead. His mind distantly noted that it was starting to rain.

That was good? Right? It meant the fire would disappear. He wanted it to.

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They walked slowly, carefully, trying their hardest not to jostle him. However, before they could make it out of the rubble and into the open street, a rumble sounded around them.

The ground shook, pebbles vibrating from their resting place at their feet.

A great massive boom resounding through the air as a figure crashed into the building situated right next to them.

From the dust and smoke emerged none other than All Might. The man looked worse for wear, blood sluggishly oozing from a wound on his shoulder. Dirt and grime covered him, making him look almost deranged.

Another crash was heard as a new figure joined the scene. His presence alone sent shivers running down Shinsou’s spine. His body freezing as if his limbs were no longer his own to control.

“This isn’t good, we need to get out of here.” Aizawa hissed, readjusting his grip until most of Izuku’s weight was resting on Shinsou. “Take him to the others, I need to make sure they don’t see you.”

With that, the man took off, using his capture weapon to launch himself in the direction of the fight.

Izuku was heavier than he expected, or maybe it was his own body that felt weak. As they staggered across the rubble, he couldn't help his gaze from straying towards the battle taking place near them.

A crowd had formed in the distance, as if following the match. Like all hero fights, the danger didn’t deter the audience.

All Might and the villain were fighting with an intensity that rivaled the greatest wars. Their punches created whirlwinds, shaking the very earth with their movements. Every hit echoed through the ravaged field like thunder.

Craters formed in their wake, remnants of a fight between titans.

It felt surreal, to watch this. Two men with powers rivaling the gods, fighting amongst the mortals. The hair on his arms stood on end as the battle raged between the two entities. It made his veins throb with a constant state of alertness.

It felt as if he was never meant to witness this immense display of power. As if the events were momentous, yet forbidden to his earthly eyes.

He couldn't let it consume him though, couldn't let the sight suck him in, swallow him completely. The fate of the boy leaning against him rested on his ability to keep moving. So he did. He pushed through the urge to remain there, as if stuck in time and marched forward. Each step feeling heavier than the last.

Kirishima and Todoroki rushed to their aid. However, before they could get to them, another rumble reverberated through the ground beneath their feet.

A distant shout of "Look out!" desperate and horrified, sounded behind them. The voice was only drowned out by the rain and the shockwave that came right at them. The impact split the concrete, separating them from the other students. Almost knocking him down, had he not braced himself for it.

Too busy trying to remain upright, he didn’t see the wave of shrapnel and rubble coming right at them.

Something caught his side and pushed. The next thing he knew he was tumbling down. Skidding across the ground, skin scraped raw as he rolled across the dirt.

Wheezing as the breath was knocked out of him, he didn't give himself a moment to rest. His body already moving to get up, to check on Izuku. Make sure he was okay.

The first thing his mind registered was All Might's triumphant position, his hand was held high, fist pointing at the sky as he heaved, Aizawa standing a couple of feet next to him.

The crowd roared, loud and overwhelming to his ringing ears. Yet, even as the noise heightened and the chaos reigned, he could focus on nothing else. It felt like they were the only people frozen in a bustling crowd, standing there, as if in the eye of a hurricane. He watched, as though in slow motion, as blood spluttered from Izuku's lips, a soundless cry spilling from his throat as his knee gave out. The crimson red seemed to draw him in until it was all he could see, as the boy's body crumbled to the ground like a ragdoll whose strings had been cut.

That sight would forever be engraved in his mind, a picture straight out of his nightmares. He felt hollow, unmoved as he realized just what had happened.

A metal rod was sticking out of Izuku’s chest, his soot-covered costume rapidly darkening with blood.

Izuku had pushed him out of the way, the teen had put himself bodily between him and the incoming threat.

With a detached kind of horror, he saw a small smile stretch across Izuku's features, as if the teen was pleased. Satisfied.

His body moved even as his mind reeled. Limbs feeling steadier than his psyche as he stumbled towards the boy's fallen body.

This was not happening. It couldn’t be.

The rain was beating down on them, a tangible curtain forming around them, blocking out the rest of the world.

All he could hear was Izuku's faltering breath, all he could see was his pale, broken body lying on the ground before him. "No, no s-stay with me, where's the ambulance!" He screamed at no one and everyone. Wide, hysterical eyes looking up at his gathered classmates. Uraraka had a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob as she huddled into Iida's side. Bakugou was shouting at someone on his phone, his rage reverberated through Shinsou himself. A perfect picture of the storm that brewed within him.

With delicate, tentative movements, he cradled the boy's upper body, letting Izuku's head rest on his folded legs. Trembling fingers came up to push the teen's hair out of his eyes, tears already spilling down his cheeks. It felt wrong to touch him. As if at any second they would break. Shatter along with the boy in his arms like fragile glass.

“Hi-hitos-shi” Izuku's chest convulsed, trying in vain to expand and failing miserably.

"Why-"His voice broke "Why would you do that?" and he knew, even then, that Izuku wouldn't have even given it a second thought. It didn't stop him from feeling as though a part of his soul was crumbling into dust.

"I- I'm n-not s-sorry" Blood was pooling on the ground under them now. The liquid mixed with the rain and seeped into his clothes. The cold he was feeling had nothing to do with it, however.

“Don’t talk, y-you’re going to be alright. You’re going to be fine. Do you hear me?” his voice was breathy, hysterical.  Everything’s going to be fine.” His heart felt like it was being shredded into pieces. Washed away with the downpour along with the tears that slid down his face, indistinguishable from the rain.

"It- its o-okay." The words were broken and faltering. The pain was now evident on the teen's features, his eyebrows scrunching with agony. Yet, his pale green eyes were clearer than he’d ever seen them. “I- I was never m-meant to li- ive this l-long.”

"Stop! You're not going to die! Do you understand! You're not allowed to die on me! Y-you promised you wouldn't-"He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. They had promised each other. All those nights ago, in his room. They had so much left to do. They were supposed to have more time. “You promised.” He repeated feebly, another sob wracking his body as he clutched desperately at his fading love. Afraid he would disappear at any moment.

He could hear Yaoyorozu and Kirishima openly crying now. Bakugou was silent, however, crouched near them on Izuku's right, his phone held loosely in his hand as if he'd forgotten about it.

"Where are the medics? Come on! Someone go get them already! WHAT’S TAKING-" A touch to his cheek made him falter, gaze immediately drawn back to the boy shaking in his hold. The touch was feeble, as light as a feather, surely leaving a blood trail in its wake. It brought warmth to his chest even as it threatened to tear him apart.

“H-Hey” Izuku’s eyes were somehow meeting his own now, the calm green pulled him into their depth, as if by a trance. “It-it’s raining Hi-Hitoshi.” A small, fragile smile stretched the boy’s face. Bloodied yet no less precious. He could feel it, the last remnants of life tethering the boy to the waking world. Unraveling like loose threads on a torn tapestry, as brittle as powdery sand, slipping through his fingers. “I- I al- always h-hoped it would ra-ain.”

The pain he felt, snaking into his heart, was unbearable, making him want to howl into the night. Scream at the world for this unfairness. For this cruelty.

"No." He pulled the boy closer to his chest, head burrowing into the boy’s neck. Wanting nothing more than to be close to him, to have him open his eyes and talk to him. "Please. N-No."

“They’re here!” A harsh, desperate sound shouted from behind them. “What are you waiting for?! Get him up now! They’re here damnit!” Bakugou’s desperation was palpable. His eyes wild as he screamed. The rain beating down on them made the boy’s hair fall over his eyes, making him look almost deranged.

His words sounded distant to Shinsou’s ears nonetheless.

“Kid, you need to let him go.” His mind barely registered the meaning of the stranger’s words. Arm unconsciously tightening around the boy in his arms. “We’ll do our best to take care of him. We just need you to step away first.”

“H-hey man, we’ll go with them, but you have to let them take care of him. Yeah? Just l-let them s-save him. “ Kirishima cooed softly, voice breaking with emotion. His words snapped him out of his daze.

Taking it as their cue to get moving, the medics swarmed around them. Lifting Izuku onto a stretcher in a moment. Moving faster than Shinsou’s mind could keep up with in its addled state.

Was he in shock? Was this why he felt so… detached? So disconnected?

“W-where-” The whisper sounded broken even to his own ears.

“Kamino General Ward, let’s go!”

It was there, under the heavy rain, cold and unforgiving, that Shinsou almost lost everything he ever loved.

Exhaustion weighed down on him heavily as he gazed at the ambulance’s lights, getting dimmer in the distance. Gathering himself and whatever rationality he could salvage, he got up.

Would he lose his everything still? Was it wrong to hope that for once, life wouldn’t be so cruel?

They- they were supposed to have more time.

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What happened next, Shinsou couldn't even begin to tell. His mind felt foggy, and unfocused as he followed along with the movements and actions around him.

The hospital was packed, people swarmed the space, moving with purpose and direction as they worked. A pair of hands gripped his shoulders, steering him through the crowd and into a vacant waiting room. The touch was gentle, tentative as they guided him into an empty chair.

Dark eyes stared at him, a mirror image of the worry and anguish he felt was reflected in the man’s gaze.  Aizawa was covered in soot and dust, clothes a little torn but ultimately, he was thankfully, uninjured.

The metal handles of the chair were cold to the touch. Sending shivers down his spine as they made contact with his skin. The unexpected feeling seemed to break something within him. Like a rubber band that had been stretched taut, he snapped back to reality abruptly and sharply.

Everything was suddenly too loud to his ears, too bright, and too sharp to his senses. His chest constricted as his lungs worked on overload to expand. Looking down, all he could see was red, red, RED.

It coated his clothes, his arms, his fingers, crusted and sluggish, and his mind couldn't help but bring him back to Kamino. To the cold body he’d held within his arms.

He could smell it in the smoke that clung to his dirty shirt. Feel it in the blood that seeped into the seams of his pants and slithered beneath his fingernails.

It made everything feel so, so wrong.

He couldn’t describe it any other way.

His hands were rubbing together now. He doesn't know when he started doing it. Fingers scraping against his skin roughly, as if to dispel the blood and make it disappear. The action only seemed to make it go redder.

Hands, so very gentle gripped onto his hands then, stilling them with the pressure, making Shinsou’s body freeze.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s alright.” Aizawa soothed, voice low as if talking to a wounded animal.

He felt something wet land on his arm and vaguely wondered if he was still outside.

I- I al- always h-hoped it would ra-ain.

Looking up he was met with the white, pale tiles of the hospital’s ceiling. “It-it’s raining Hi-Hitoshi.” He whispered to himself. He didn’t notice Aizawa’s eyes narrow in confusion and worry, nor did he hear Kirishima’s sharp intake of breath.

It’s only when he looked back down, eyes blurry and damp, that his mind connected the dots.

Trembling fingers rose to meet his cheeks, startling as he found them wet. Had he been crying this whole time?

“It’s alright, It’s going to be okay.” Somehow, it felt like the man wasn’t saying that just for Hitoshi’s sake.

Around them, Kirishima, Todoroki, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu had all taken up seats. Iida, however, was pacing the room, muttering intangible words to himself.

Bakugou was crouched in one of the room’s corners, hands buried in his hair, quiet and calm. His eyes, however, spoke of a buried storm and a raging inferno.

One thought seemed to collectively go through their minds then. One thought alone.

A doctor stepped into the room then, blood coated the front of his scrubs. His face was serious as he spoke.

“Anyone here for a Midoriya Izuku?”

 

 

 

 

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