That Isn't a Flesh Wound

Bakugo watched him fall. He watched them declare Deku dead. He watched as his mother cried in the hospital with the grief filling his chest.

How the hell was he alive? And why the hell did he scale the building to the classroom window?

"Hey do you mind letting me in?" Izuku asked his best friend through the glass after knocking. The other classmates looked at the window in shock and horror of who exactly was there.

"Wait, What?... HOW IN THE HELL?!?"Bakugo screamed at the sight of his recently dead friend.

"Heh. Yeah. No idea either." Izuku shrugged, his stitched up neck being very exposed in his funeral suit.

I don't own MHA/BNHA or any pictures used. This is a fanfiction. This is also more of a crack fic taken seriously so like starts off really crack but then gets kind of serious and funny down the line.