"Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree~On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three~Our bride was ready to go, but where was he?~"
Denki paused, huffing for breath. Mina leaned in a bit, prompting him.
M: "And then?"
"She waited...."
Kiri: "And then?"
"There in the shadows, was it the man?"
Sero: "And then?"
"There in the shadows, was it the man?"
The others were tired of waiting. They all leaned in, yelling at Denki
"AND THEN!?"
Denki's face went grim as he stared down at the table. They all knew what was coming...
"...And then baby, everything went black..."
A silence descended over them all for a moment. Shoto glanced up at Bakugou, seeing he was confused, and made a slow, throat-slitting gesture across his throat, eyes still trained on the floor. The stitches clumsily sewn into Seijin's neck....His fiancé had slit his throat....
Denki started singing again, more grounded this time, more serious-but they were still telling the story, it felt like....to honor Seijin...they clearly genuinely all really cared about him-and he was clearly a driving force for them.
"...Now when he opened his eyes, he was dead as dust~His jewels were missin' and his heart was bust~So he made a vow lyin' under that tree~ That he'd wait for his true love to come set him free~Always waitin' for someone to ask for his hand~Then outta the blue comes this cruel young man~Who lies when he vows, to be by his side~ And that's the story of our own, corpse bride!~"
The other's sang with him, glaring at Katsuki-they were clearly pissed, and honestly? Kinda for good reason...
"Die, die we all pass away~But don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okay~You might try and hide, and you might try and pray~But we all end up the remains of the day~"
D: "YEAH!"
He slumped to his knees, panting, exhausted. Kirishima helped him get down from the table.
