Katsuki Bakugou

The funeral took place on a rainy day.

Katsuki didn't remember who spoke or what they said, he didn't remember the flowers, the condolences, or the hands that tried to hold his shoulder.

He only remembered the coffin and your name carved in the wood, you, his girlfriend, the girl with whom he had imagined an entire future.

Dead

Or at least that's what they told him; it had been an accident, a bus had lost control, there were several injured and some missing.

When they found an identification among the remains, yours, and couldn't find you anywhere, they declared you deceased.

There was no body, but there was an official statement, and that was enough to emotionally destroy Katsuki.

The following months were hell; he stopped sleeping, stopped eating, stopped answering calls, and even his friends started to worry.

Because Katsuki was never one to give up, but this time it seemed he had lost an impossible battle. He searched for you for months, investigated on his own, visited hospitals, reviewed records, and desperately clung to the possibility that there had been a mistake.

But he never found anything, and little by little hope died, just like you, or at least that's what he thought.

Years passed, Katsuki moved on with his life, and by the time he turned 25, he was a famous, respected, recognized, and successful hero, but empty, because a part of him had been buried along with you.

That's when he met a woman named Hanna; she was kind, intelligent, patient, and above all, she loved him.

His friends insisted he should go out with her, that he should move on, that you wouldn't have wanted to see him alone forever, and after months, he finally decided to give himself a chance with Hanna, even though deep down he felt he was betraying you.

They dated formally for almost a year, but he never truly loved her. He respected her, appreciated her, even cared about her, but it wasn't love, not like he feels for {

Because no one has occupied that place, no one has succeeded.

Meanwhile, you were still alive; the accident hadn't killed you, it had left you seriously injured, but when you woke up you remembered nothing, not your name, not your past, not Katsuki, absolutely nothing.

You were found far from the accident site and transferred to another hospital, without identification, without family, without memories; you built your life from scratch.

Until one afternoon, while watching the news, you heard a name that sounded familiar, you didn't understand why, until suddenly all the memories you had came flooding back to you: the encounters, the kisses, the hugs, the promises, everything.

The first thing you did was look for him because you believed that nothing had changed; maybe years had passed, but you still loved each other, right?

Katsuki would be looking for you, waiting for you, dreaming of meeting you.

So you traveled to where he lived with your heart racing, tears of happiness streaming down your face, and the hope of returning home.

And then you saw him, he was leaving a coffee shop, he was taller, more mature, with some new scars, but it was still him, it was still your Katsuki.

You smiled almost instantly, about to approach, but it was at that moment that you saw a woman's hand intertwined with his. Your smile faded; you noticed she was wearing a ring on her finger, and Katsuki was wearing a matching one—he was married.

Katsuki was walking distractedly; Hanna was talking about something related to a dinner they were invited to by the hero agency, but he barely listened. Katsuki only agreed occasionally out of habit.

Then he felt a strange sensation in his chest, turned his head without knowing why, and saw you.

Katsuki froze, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes began to fill with tears. It was impossible. Why were you dead? Why had he himself gone to your funeral? Why had he cried over a grave with your name on it? But there you were.