-Chaos- Kiribaku Oneshots

🧡|Sounds| 2

The Sounds you make, Part Two

Genre: Lemon, Fluff, Smut

Ship: Kiribaku, Bakubottom

Length: Long

TW: none

Kinks: biting, blood, hair pulling.

Vibe to: slow-paced music, bass, and reverb.

Welcome back to me accepting that I am indeed a monsterfucker. Now sin with me.

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No matter how hard he tried, he just wouldn't get out of his mind. His voice randomly chiming in, memories reappearing in his head as he was about to fall asleep. Eyes drawn to him whenever he entered the room, stiffing up as his heart began to speed up. Words mushed together in class, everything he could think about was his stupidly bright smile, his dumb hair, and his pretty eyes.

It frustrated him more than anything; these feelings only stood in his way of becoming the number one hero. And the longer he let them hold him back, the bigger his problems got. Katsuki knew that he had to do something about it; he already noticed his attention dropping in class, as the voice of Aizawa fell into the background, seemingly boring in contrast to the bright eyes of Kirishima.

He had no time for feelings. Choosing the easiest way to escape them, he proceeded to ignore Kirishima until they would disappear from itself. Katsuki would lie if he hadn't felt bad for doing so, but in his mind, it was the only way to deal with it.

It hurt, seeing the disappointment in his eyes as he refused his invitation over and over again. How he saw him get quieter, eyes darting away as soon as Katsuki came closer. Kirishima hadn't asked why he wouldn't help him study anymore, the redhead just accepted it with a sad smile that had nearly made Katsuki cave. 

He didn't deserve to be this sad - it was Katsuki's fault, for getting too attached and ending up falling for him.

With every day, the urge to go back to him grew, eyes drawn to him whenever he entered the classroom. Katsuki missed the bright red eyes and his optimistic grin. He missed walking to class with him every day. He missed hearing his laughs, joking around with Kaminari during lunch. He missed seeing his eyes light up when he agreed to help him study. He missed the glow in his eyes when he looked at him, missed the warm feeling entering his chest whenever he was close.

He missed him.

Sighing, Katsuki buried his hands in his hair. Eyes burning themselves onto the empty paper, he tried to shut out his thoughts, trying to concentrate on his homework.

God fucking damn it. 

Before he could do anything else, a loud bang made him rip his head around. Eyes staring at his wall, the continuing hits becoming harder with each one. It sounded different than before.

They weren't calculated or rhythmic; only raw frustration and confusion echoed through them, accompanied by the rustling of the chains holding the bag up. Even his concentrated breathing had changed; impulsive groans and huffing, the occasional growl of a curse word. 

Katsuki was frozen in place, the empty page of his homework forgotten just like his ability to breathe.

The sounds scared him just as they turned him on.

Red eyes burning up in built-up tension, knuckles red, and skin bleeding. He couldn't care less about the drops of blood, hitting the shaking punching bag over and over. Slash, punch, slash - his breathing was uneven, mind blank.