Repeat [Midoriya Izuku x Reader]

[Adult! Midoriya Izuku x Adult! Reader]
Gender: Neutral
WARNING: Angst, death.
≈ 1,480 Words

    [AU where if someone has one wish, which can make anything come true.]

         This never got old.

         Two dreamers, the believers, laying on the grass under a universe of stars, side-by-side.

         Izuku’s curly hair would often tickle the side of your face whenever the wind would pass by, or he would position his hand to be closer to yours when he got too uncomfortable. The warmth radiating from him would be enough to keep you warm, even on the coldest of nights.

         “I wish we could be like this all the time.” He would sigh, his rosy cheeks and glittering eyes pointed towards the sky. His hands would grip onto the grass, as if it were the only thing anchoring him onto this ground, this gravity.

    No.

         It always started out pleasantly, always under the light of the stars, where the leaves danced away from their mother tree. Always, a wave of sadness would come over you, and you wouldn’t know why.

         Not until you felt the warm dampness seep into your clothes.

    Not again.

         Izuku always joined you on peaceful, quiet nights like this, nights where you were trapped in your own little bubble, where nobody sneered at your Quirkless body, and no expectations were raised. Always, he would join you, even after the years passed by. You would age, he would age, yet this hill always stayed the same, always frozen in time.

         You didn’t see him coming, you usually didn’t. Keeping your eyes fixated on the worlds above, you would often go a night stargazing without even seeing your friend, your lover, your companion’s face.

    I didn’t. . .

         This scene felt familiar to your somehow, Izuku’s job as a Pro Hero keeping him fighting crime until late at night. But somehow, you felt like you watched this all happen before.

         You felt the strong urge to look over, the small voice in your head pleading you not to. Begging for just one more second, just one more minute of peace.

         It wasn’t until then that you saw the blood, the fatal wounds.

         Your best friend was on the brink of death, and you didn’t even know.

         No, not your best friend. No, not just your companion. You loved him. You loved Izuku until it hurt, and discovering it now only made matters worse.

         His bright, green eyes met yours, their light fading.

         Izuku’s hand found yours, fingers interlocking with yours.

   I didn't want this.

         “You’re going to be here tomorrow. . . Right?” The last word, filled with dread. Your voice tight as you tried to keep the tears at bay, tried to tell yourself that he wasn’t just dying. At this point, it didn’t even matter where he got the wounds from. Deku, your Deku, the one who could do everything and anything if he tried, could live if he believed in it enough.

         After all, that’s what happened with his Quirk, right?

         A small nod, a smile. The pain painted on his face somehow let those two things through, those two small lies which meant the world.

         Pulling him into a tight embrace, his lifeblood seeped into your clothes, a body torn beyond saving.

         As his life slipped away, his hands slowly releasing the grass which he had held so desperately onto, you knew once and for all what your wish was going to be used for.

    “I just want to see Izuku alive again.”

         With those few, simple words, time looped back on itself.

         The small, quiet voice in your mind cried for you to stop, for you had made this wish a thousand times over, and it made nothing better.

         Yet, it happened again.

         And again.

         And again.