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Nobody’s POV

It was dark, their body numb as they stared into nothingness. It was scary this strange, detached feeling, like they were dead and alive all at once. 

“Y/N?” A voice spoke before the semi-translucent body of Eraserhead walked towards them, as memories flew back to Y/N like stab to the heart. 

“Shouta? What is this? Where am I?” Y/n asked their voice trembling as Aizawa silently approached them amidst the darkness.

“Y-you died, I was there I saw it happen” Y/n muttered reaching towards him as their hand went right through. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to make it out alive” he admitted “What’s the point if I don’t have you? You were all I had but you left me” Y/n questioned, their voice cracking and hoarse 

“I waited and waited, but you were never going to come back. I knew that and I waited anyway” They continued on the verge of breaking down as Aizawa sat down next to them, the dark on the verge of enveloping them both. 

“ I didn’t want to leave you Y/n, believe me I never wanted this. But I didn't want to live in a world that didn’t have you” he ghosted a once warm hand along their ice cold back

“You say this Sho but you submitted me to the same agony you didn’t want to suffer, you were ready to die for me but never to live for me” they laughed brokenly

“Y/n, love, you have to understand, ever breath I took, every day I lived, was for you. I didn’t want any of this to happen-”

“But all I wanted was for you to stay, the world could’ve burned and it wouldn’t have mattered to me, all I needed was for you to stay” Y/n broke down, their body turning just as translucent as Aizawa’s 

“I-I….I w-wasn’t ready to say g-goodbye” they hiccuped out as Aizawa pulled Y/n into his lap, 

“I know” he whispered kissing their forehead as both their bodies disappeared into the darkness together.

-In the hospital-

Doctors and nurses rushed into the room as the telltale sound of the heart monitor flatlining sounds among the yelling of people rushing around, attempting to resuscitate Y/n’s cold body.

A body that will never again house a soul as it turns into a cold, dead shell of the person that once occupied it.