Kirishima pov:
somethings up with him, he's barely yelling at me, he's... sad, anxious, worried, scared even? I don't knowwww, it's obvious he doesn't want to talk about it, he never does. but I have to bring it up sometime.
bakugou said he was sick, I hope he wasn't SUPER ill, like throwing up and feeling really bad. I don't want him to feel bad. that's my job, i want to feel all the pain for the both of us so he doesn't have to.
But, his tone of voice when he spoke, his posture, the way he massaged the back of his ear, avoiding eye contact. he does that a lot, he always has as long as I've none him I wonder if he gets earaches. anyway, he was looking at the flor most the time too. little things like this. make me question whether he really was telling the truth, about being sick that is.
I don't understand, why would he have to lie to me, did I do something wrong, is he in trouble, what if something bad happened to him and I can't be there for him. is he like me, did he have like a really bad injury and he needed a couple of days off so no one will be suspicious, or did he do it himself, fuck what if he did it himself. how bad is he hurting, Does he need me, does he wish I was gone, am I getting in his way..."bakugou" I say taking my arm off his shoulder. I want to hug him and baby him, make sure the bomb of the class is ok... I have to, no one else is gonna do it.
then he gives me this look, the kind he only gives me. a chill runs down my spine because I know what it means, I want to run and hide get away from having to see his worried expression. when he grabs my arm pulling me along the hall to a bathroom, I allow myself to filch at the pain. the pressure against my wound where he grabbed me hurts, more than it should, I think there might still be a bit of glass in there from last nite. bakugou notices my reaction letting go apologetically. I can't tell if it's sincere, the sorry expression or the worried and protective ones. or the kinda dased longing expression he wears when he doesn't think I know he's staring at me, ugh mabby he does know I see him and he's just faking it, but I guess that's how I always feel when someone shows sines of fucking care towards me.
I kinda wish he didn't let go of my arm, his firm grip connecting us physically, and the pain. I like it, the sharp stinging ache in my arm sents me. peaceful. my worry charms and-
"shity hair! your bleeding!"
yo author here, I'm daniel. I hope ur enjoying this story so far. sry the chapters are so small, i have dyslexia and i spend most of the time spell and grama checking when i rite and if it was a large chapter it would take me wayyy longer to get the story 2 you.
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Romancecover art by belmeran on Tumblr. bakugou's body is betraying him destroying one of his vital senses crushing his dream, can he still become a hero? and Kirishima is in pain, (fucking family am I rite) will he escape the torcher before his parents go...
