I was surprised when Kacchan started crying. I had never seen him cry. The villains said he had cried when I was unconscious, because he thought I was dead, but I didn't believe them. I guess they were telling the truth.
I pat him awkwardly on the head. "Well, Kacchan, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see you too. But you don't exactly cry... Especially not over me. I guess I hit your pretty little head harder than I thought!" I smile at him and decide to hug him. It feels nice.
"I've been waiting to do this for a long time, Kacchan. You know everything I've done is because I love you, right? There there, Kacchan. Let it all out." I stroke his blood soaked hair and smile at the warmth of him. It feels so good to finally tell him I love him.
He suddenly kicks me and I stumble back, surprised. His dreamy red eyes were filled with rage. He snarled and somehow blew through the chains, free from the restraints I put on him.
"You filthy creature. Deku hated me! Get your facts straight next time you pretend to be a dead man. I told him to kill himself!" His tears start flowing again, and he raised a hand to cover an eye as he laughed hysterically. "I'm no better than if I'd pushed him myself! If Deku was really alive he would finally do us both a favor and put me out of my misery! You think Deku is the only one who tried that s***? The motherf***er is just the only one who was lucky enough to die. You can't just come here, looking exactly like him, and, and..." He slumps to the floor and sobs quietly.
I'm taken aback by his confession. "So that's why you don't believe it's me, Kacchan. Because you were worried I'd blame you. Don't worry, I could never be mad at you." I lay on the floor next to him staring at the ceiling. "I'd be sad if you died, Kacchan. I wasn't lying about anything. You know how much of an awful lier I am." I take his hand in mine, and give it a gentle squeeze. "I jumped because I wanted you to like me. If I did what you said, then I thought you would be proud of me and finally love me back. In hindsight, that was a stupid plan, huh?"
Kacchan let out a bitter laugh at my story and lied down next to me, not removing his hand. "You idiot... You thought I would love you if you killed yourself? I guess my story isn't too different though. I thought you would forgive me if I pulled the trigger." His gruff voice is quiet and sad, and it makes my heart ache. I give his hand another squeeze.
"So, what do you say Kacchan? Go on that date with me?" I turn to look into his deep blood red eyes. They had always been my favorite color.
He turns to look at me as well, his eyes speaking volumes of confusion and sadness. He opens his mouth to speak, and my heart flutters. This is it. The moment I've waited my whole life for.
"I-"
The wall breaks in and I'm captured in thread and lifted off the floor, a flood of heroes rushing in to save Kacchan.
How disappointing.
I disappear in a cloud of deep purple smoke, winking at Kacchan as I fade away and the threads holding me captive fall to the ground in a loose pile. My voice echoes through the room with a final goodbye, a year no one can see slipping down my cheek with my moment stolen by the heroes who left me for dead.