kissed by the cursed lips of fate

a final goodbye

TW: mention of gore, violence, and death.

A loud explosion echoed from a block over. Kirishima knew that's where he'd find his husband. He turned the street, only to be met with silhouettes walking down an empty road, fire raging in the background. As his headlights found the silhouette leading the group, his heart slammed into his chest. He knew what was coming.
Pro-Hero Red Riot slammed on his breaks. He put the truck into park and slowly opened his door, dropping the short distance to the ground.
"Kirishima." Deku said.
"No," Kirishima whispered as he walked closer to the current Number 1.
"Kacchan," Deku's voice was drenched with pain. "I-I couldn't save him."
Deku fell to his knees, Katsuki's body completely limp in his arms. He slowly set his childhood friend on the floor. His body was broken in every way imaginable. Kirishima's eyes widened in pain and horror at the image of his lover. He broke out into a dead sprint to the two heroes. Deku's arms were both broken, but that wasn't the worst thing about the two men who lay in front of Kirishima.
His partner was missing chunks of his skin, exposing the bare muscle that laid underneath. His hands were burnt from the heat of his own explosions. His legs were shattered and torn. Dynamight's chest had been pierced with a large piece of metal, which had since been removed. His hearing aids were completely demolished. But worst of all, his face was beat so that purple and blue blossomed over every inch of his peaceful face.
The other handful of Pro-Heroes, including several of their old classmates, surrounded the three men, shielding them from prying eyes and carefully leaving plenty of space.
"He looks so peaceful." Deku said, sobs heaving his chest. Kirishima didn't say anything. He just grabbed Katsuki's arm, attempting to tell him in their secret language that he was okay. Placing his finger on the pulse point that was branded with his initials, remembering all the times Kirishima had kissed that same spot just to feel the comfort of the steady beat. He silently pleaded to any god listening for him to be okay.
Nothing.
Tears streamed down his face, free and full. Deku had gently positioned himself so Dynamight's head was resting softly on the asphalt. Kirishima shifted from his knees to lay besides his lover. His head rested on the crook of Katsuki's shoulder. His hand settled over his heart, praying to feel it beat, just once more.
Kirishima was vaguely aware of one of the heroes moving his truck to the side of the road so police could do their job.
"Eijirou," A familiar voice said from behind him. "It's time to get up."
Kirishima didn't say anything.
"Come on, buddy. Please. Let them take him." A second voice joined in.
Kirishima dimly registered those voices as Pro-Heroes Cellophane and ChargeBolt. He shook his head gently, almost as if he didn't want to awaken his husband from a deep sleep.
"It'll be okay." A feminie voice from in front of him said. His childhood friend, Mina, knelt next to him.
"No," Kirishima whispered, burying his face into Katsuki's stilled chest. "Don't make me leave him."
Since Deku had left the scene earlier to get his injuries healed, the group of friends couldn't bring themselves to tear the huge man away from his lover. They wouldn't make him leave his best friend. They simply couldn't make themselves move.
As the sun rose, Kirishima whispered little words of love into his ears.
"The sun just rose," He said. "It's your favorite color. It's so beautiful."
"The birds are loud today. I think the nest in the backyard will have eggs come spring."
He knew that even in life, Katsuki couldn't have heard him. He could have felt the vibrations of his voice, but with the hearing aids destroyed, he couldn't make out actual words. Kirishima knew that, and yet, he told him anyway.
He told him about his plans for the week. He told him everything. He knew if he stopped talking, the grief would catch up with him.
He traced the puckered scar on his stomach, where he had been impaled all those years before. He survived that. Why couldn't he survive this?
So many feelings and thoughts swirled through Kirishima's brain. His death just simply didn't make sense. The Katsuki Bakugou that Eijirou Kirishima had fallen in love with would never let such a weak villain kill him.
Suddenly, everything clicked and Kirishima shot up. His hands found Katsuki's face and harshly shook it.
"Oh you idiot," He chuckled. "I knew you were just messing with me!"
His previous classmates, who had been sitting around the grieving man, looked at each other in surprise. Kirishima had deducted that Katsuki was playing a joke on him. He had decided that there was no way Katsuki could die.
"Eijirou," Mina was the first to speak. Her normal energetic demeanor had drastically changed at the death of her highschool friend. "He's not here anymore."
"No! NO! He is! He wouldn't let such an unworthy villain get the best of him." Kirishima deep down knew the truth. He knew what had happened and how it had happened. The evidence was right in front of him. Plain and simple.
The group of heroes looked at each other and then to the man who cradled his lover like a baby in his huge arms.
The group slowly neared. Kirishima's eyes shot up in fear, filled with grief and fear.
"No, please. Don't take him." He set a hand on Katsuki's chest. "Here, feel his heart! It's beating!"
Cellophane looked to ChargeBolt and then to Pinky.
"Kirishima. He's dead." Sero said.
"You won't take him from me." He said, looking up and engaging his quirk. He was prepared to fight his friends over his lover's cold body.
"It's time to let go." Mina said, slowly making her way to them and gently placing a hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "Let us take him. Please."
Kirishima's eyes widened in realization at what was happening. Press and cops had surrounded them, as well as civilians.
"Oh, Mina. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." He looked up to her and she gently wiped the tears off of his face.
"It's okay, Kiri. Let us help you." She said as Denki and Sero awkwardly stood off to the side.
Kirishima looked down to his husband's face. In a sudden flash of realization, he knew what Katsuki would want him to do.
"No, I can do it. Let me do this for him." Mina nodded. She understood the need to do him justice.
"Go ahead, Red Riot." Kirishima picked himself and his lover's cold body up. Slowly but surely, he made his way to the triage tent. The battle between the heroes and villains had been an unexpected one, but devastating nonetheless. The scene around him almost reminded him of how Kamino had looked ten years ago. Sero had opened the flaps to the black tent, where Kirishima slowly placed his husband down onto a cot. The scent of death filled his nostrils. It weighed down on him like a blanket, oppressing and heavy.
Kirishima looked one last time at his body. It seemed impossibly small. His skin was purple and black with bruises and smeared red with blood. But where bruises didn't kiss his tough skin, it was so pale. Kirishima leaned down over Katsuki's body, placing one final kiss on his forehead, breathing in his familiar scent of nitroglycerin and determination.
"Forever and always, my love."