Katsuki was watching your funeral from a rooftop, seeing people go up and say their piece.. all the crying people.. he let out an exhausted sigh.

“So how’s death treating you,huh?”

He asked, his look of boredom turning to a smirk as he looked over to you. Seeing you watch the same thing he was, very alive and very well.

You’d wanted to fake your death to get out of a situation you were in, and he’d helped you. You both thought it’d be amusing to go to your funeral.