Straight from the sky

It all started when Bakugou was walking down the street with an ice cream cone in his hand and something fell from the sky.

Literally.

Bakugou didn't see it at first exactly, he just heard the deafening thump behind him and turned with an expression of shock, letting the two scoops of strawberry ice cream fall to the floor.

There was a guy with his face on the concrete, but he didn't have any blood and even if he did, blood would be the last thing that would catch Bakugou's attention there, because the guy in question had a pair of wings on his back!

Bakugou blinked forcibly a few times, he could be dreaming, having hallucinations or even, the ice cream man could have put some special ingredient in his cone, after all Bakugou didn't treat him very well - he never treated anyone with the proper education in fact.

The young man looked around, no one stopped to look at the winged creature shattered on the sidewalk.

"And Denki said it didn't hurt," said the stranger in a hushed voice before lifting his face and moving his body. - Never listen to a corrupt person, they tell me, it's past time to start listening.

Bakugou continued without reaction, observing the complete absence of injuries on that red-haired guy. His mind only thought of one word, but he was definitely not ready to embrace that idea.

- Ah! Exclaimed the winged being when he saw the stunned young man. - There you are, Katsuki! I'm sorry for what happened.

- How the fuck do you know my name? Shouted Bakugou.

"Please, without bad words, it's very bad for my ears," said the other. - As for your question, well, what guardian angel wouldn't know your protégé's name?

- What the fuck ...

- Katsuki, don't talk like that, you're already in a lot of trouble with everything you've done in life.

Bakugou looked around him again, people came and went, no one looked at the angel, and then realized, no one looked at him either.

- Who are you? - Asked apprehensive and angry.

- I thought you weren't going to ask, Katsuki. My name is Eijirou, it's a pleasure to finally talk to you.

- Eijirou of what?

- What do you mean?

- Is your name just Eijirou and nothing else? My name is Bakugou Katsuki.

- Ah, angels don't need a surname.

- Come on, you're not an angel! That does not exist!

- Of course there is, look, I'm dressed all in white - said Eijirou showing his tunic. - And I have wings, but I forget them because, you know, it's the custom.

- Okay, now if you don't mind ... angel - Bakugou started to say all elusive. - I'm going, good luck in ... I don't know what you're doing.

- And where are you going, Katsuki? - Eijirou asked with an authoritarian tone that Bakugou didn't like at all.

- Look, I don't care if you're a fucking angel! - exasperated. - I do not know you and all this is being very strange, I think I hit my head very hard, I need to go home and I never want to see or think about it again.

- In fact you hit your head very hard, Katsuki, that's why you died. The car came and BAM!

- You must be kidding me! I didn't die! Now leave me alone!

- You will be at peace when you go with me, Katsuki, come on, your judgment should happen as soon as possible.

- What the fuck? You're crazy!

- If you keep shouting these vulgarities there will be no judgment at all, you will go straight to Hell Hot and Cold!

- What?

- Don't ask me, I don't like this place, despite Shouto being a great friend.

- Who?

- Shouto, the guy who runs the Hot and Cold Hell, he is very quiet, but he knows how to make the condemned suffer. He's going to participate in your judgment, he doesn't say much, but I'm sure he's eager to have his soul.

- No one will have my soul at all!

- We will see that at the trial, now come, give me your hand!

- I will not hold your hand! Get out!

- I always imagined that I was going to have a job with you, I should have switched positions with Ochako, Izuku got hurt really bad, but at least he agreed to go quietly.

Bakugou didn't understand anything, he knew he had died, so far so good, but to have his soul possessed by anybody, no, no way! If he went with Eijirou, he would end the race of this Shouto and take the Hot and Cold Hell for himself, name him The Terrible Hot and Explosive Hell and then, for all eternity, he would make the damned suffer like no one else had. done before.

Yeah, until he could do well being dead.

- Ah, Katsuki - said Eijirou drawing his attention -, I can read your thoughts and believe me when I say that what you are thinking is far from a good idea. Come with me, the Garden of Momo is an incredible place, she created us all and will be kind to you.

- I don't want to go to Boring Garden at all! I can go with you, but I want to talk to this Shouto guy, I have a proposal for him!

- Where did I get in? Lamented the angel. - My protégé doesn't care about death as long as he spends eternity being the King of the Underworld. I must be the worst guardian angel in the world!

- Stop whining and take me to this trial right there before I change my mind! - exclaimed Bakugou vibrating with the vision of being the King of the Underworld, there was nothing better than that, living on Earth for what? - Come on, come on, I'll take your hand.

Eijirou had tears in his eyes, his wings were low, all discouraged, but he ended up reaching out to Bakugou, starting a quick trip to the Tribunal of the Discarnates.

At first Bakugou found that place extremely boring, really, a giant gray room with gray benches. A pretty girl with an apparent cleavage in her white dress sat on one side, a freak with white and red hair sat on the other. In the middle was Bakugou with Eijirou at the front with her back to him.

- I bet you are the big man in Hell Hot and Cold! - Bakugou shouted towards the guy with two types of hair. - It's you I want to talk to!

- Katsuki, you can't come talking like that! - countered Eijirou.

- I said he had no salvation, Ejirou dear - said the girl. - What do you think, Shouto?

- I agree, Momo, but I think the real punishment for him will be to stay in his Garden - answered Shouto. - Think carefully, someone like Katsuki will love eternal suffering, fire and ice torturing the condemned, but he will hate living in the middle of flowering fields alongside happy people who dance and sing all day.

- Very well placed, dear Shouto! I hadn't thought of that.

Eijirou perked up, Bakugou on the other hand ...

- I'm not going to any garden! - he revolted. - I want to rule Hell, I'm sure I can do a better job than this one!

- Your audacity is a cliché here, Bakugou Katsuki, - said Shouto, - there is nothing surprising in your words. We watch everyone and we already know by heart what everyone will say.

"It is decided," said Momo, "you are going to the Garden, that is your punishment." Ah, these young people today! They prefer pain to joy, destruction to peace, so corrupted. Eijirou will accompany you at all times.

- Yes ma'am! - The angel bowed, but it was possible to see him smiling, the soul of his protégé still had a way.

Bakugou could not believe that he had died to remain for eternity in a place full of happy and irritating people. And yet, he would have to wear white! He hated white, the worst color in the entire universe!

- Come on, Katsuki - said Eijirou -, you will see, it will look great in our tunics, it is the latest fashion in the Garden!

The fleshy man left, irritated, thinking if…

- No, you can't throw yourself from the sky - replied Eijirou to his unanswered question.

Yeah, Bakugou should have paid more attention when crossing the street.