Tulips | BakuDeku

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"Kacchan... I won't be able to come tomorrow."

Tomorrow was Midoriya's sixteenth birthday and his death day. He wasn't allowed to leave the household until his parents saw his sickly corpse on his funeral bed.

"Tomorrow... you're never gonna see me again... right?"

Midoriya sat beside him, his eyes filled with sorrow along with Bakugou's. The night sky was displayed before them, a shooting star streaked across the pitch-black sky.

"Look, a shooting star! Let's make a wish," Midoriya exclaimed, trying to stay optimistic while lifting their spirits up.

Bakugou looked up with a poker face. He didn't know what to say in this situation and he knew that wishes don't come true easily. There's no way miracles can happen in this cruel world.

But he can only hope. Bakugou and Midoriya sought out their wishes in their minds, praying to the unknown God up in the heavens.

I wish... that I will be able to have a chance to see Kacchan again.

I wish that I can see Deku after his death, if it's possible, once again.

Their wishes were finished off by the shooting star dissipating across the sky, their despairing smiles reflected in each other's eyes.

"What did you wish for?"

"It wouldn't come true if I spoil it to you, Kacchan! It's the basics of Making Wishes 101!"

Bakugou snickered and smacked the freckled boy's head except this time it was gentle. Midoriya laughed along with him in vain. The tension seemed to stay no matter how hard they tried. It was still heavy and unrelenting, causing both of them to avert their eyes from each other.

As they both stared at the bright lights from the town, a voice intercepted the silence, breaking the wall of peace the two were in.

"Izuku, it's time to sleep!"

The once gentle voice that called out to the boy slightly cracked as if the woman was about to break any second. Midoriya's mother was a caring person and Bakugou respected that. He knew that she was sobbing just before, mourning because of her son's early death.

"Coming mom!"

Midoriya walked down the hill, waving back at Bakugou who gazed up at the night sky. He felt horrible. Someone he loved was going to pass away and he couldn't do anything about it.

Morning came and Bakugou sprinted on all four of his paws, slowly shapeshifting into a human being. He stopped swiftly on the grass that rotted.

He knew that Midoriya wasn't going to come to the hill and meet him. After all, he was locked up in his room, waiting for his doomsday. But he couldn't help but think, what if he comes one last time?

Bakugou sat with crossed legs, waiting patiently to see if the freckled boy will come once again to greet a farewell.

"Please... just once. I beg you."

The blond whispered as he stared up at the morning sky that soon altered to a mix of orange and pink by the horizon. Soon, nighttime arrived and the fox began to lose hope.

"Please..."

His only light in his heart faded to a pitch-black as he stared down at the withered tulips. The red tulips that Midoriya had cared so much about. The yellow tulips that he had fondled dearly like it was his own kin.

"Ka... cchan—"

Bakugou's crimping eyes darted behind him and he saw the one he waited for all day.

"Deku!"

He rushed over in a panic, holding Midoriya in his arms like a gentle doll.

"Kacchan... I finally get to see you," he laughed, misery lacing his words as he looked up in pain. "I'm... relieved."

"You idiot! How did you get here?"

"I... snuck out."

Bakugou gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to smack the ill boy on the head. He was furious as to why Midoriya would risk his life to see him but he couldn't help but feel a spark of bliss for seeing the boy one last time.

The blond slowly lifted him, the green-haired boy's head leaning against his chest. Bakugou walked over to the spot they usually sat on, careful not to hold him too tightly.

"Look, it's a wonderful view. Clear night sky and bright stars. Better than yesterday night's, don't you think?"

Midoriya lifted his head up and smiled. "Yea... it's beautiful. Just like you."

Bakugou chuckled despite the situation they were in. "Don't flirt with me while you are in this condition."

"I just did."

The blond sighed as the emerald orbs peered up at his ruby eyes, giggling with glee. They somehow wonder how they can smile and laugh even though they are in a crisis.

"Say... I feel... dreadful. It hurts," Midoriya whispered, clenching his shirt that covered his chest. "Do you think it's a sign... of me dying?"

"Shut up you brat. Don't jinx yourself," Bakugou scolded, his vision becoming blurry with wet tears. "Don't... make me... cry."

Tears fell from his scarlet eyes as he gasped every so often, the teardrops landing on Midoriya's cheeks. The freckled boy lifted his hand up, his fingers brushing the tears away just like Bakugou had when Midoriya cried.

"You're going to make me cry at this rate," Midoriya laughed, tears rimming his eyes as he sat up, coughs escaping his lips. Small drops of blood tainted the thin sheet of grass.

He crouched in front of Bakugou and kissed the tears away from his cheeks, finally ending up at his lips. A short moment of hesitation followed.

Midoriya leaned in and his lips met with Bakugou's tender ones, the warmth washing over both of them once again. They relaxed in each other's embrace until Midoriya sobbed, his eyes dulling every second.

"The meaning of red tulips is undying love whilst yellow tulips mean hopeless love. Which do you think represents ours?"

"Both."

One whispered, and the other answered. Midoriya's pupils dilated and the light slowly faded after his response, causing Bakugou to cry out pathetically.

"Deku... if only you weren't fated to suffer in this body..."

The blond sobbed as he carried the corpse in his arms, slowly running out of tears to shed. When dawn came, his cheeks were stained of dry tears as he continued to stare at his lover, silently mourning to himself.

He glanced lifelessly at the red and yellow tulips that wilted not long ago. The fox's ears drooped in melancholy as he laughed miserably at the dead flowers.

"Even the tulips withered because of your death."

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The flower eventually withers, carrying whatever's left with it.
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