Hi! This story is about the ship Kiribaku (Eijirou Kirishima x Katsuki Bakugo) (from my hero academia/Boku no hero academia) It's going to take place after Kiri, Deku, Uraraka and Tsu rescue Eri, and are heading back to the dorms.
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I was originally gonna make chapter 13 (this chap) a 'Dabi/Touya backstory' chapter, but I changed my mind. It's just, after I made it that, I had some other ideas which would make the reveal and backstory so much better, but I wouldn't be focussing on Kiribaku too much then. So i'm gonna have that chapter in another story i'm gonna make soon (^o^)
Kirishima POV:
I just stood there and watched... As the life swung out of him... Right in front of my eyes.. AND I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING! I'm useless, I'm weak. I don't deserve this world.. Or anyone.
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I mentally smacked myself- now wasn't the time. Todoroki collapsed, and Shigaraki left through Kurogiri. I heard a shaky breath beside me, only to see that it was just Midoriya. Wait.. When the heck did he get here?! I guess me and Todoroki just didn't see him because his hair camouflaged with the bush so well. Almost as if we could read each other's thoughts, me and Midoriya lunged out in sync.
We raced to Bakugo. (A/N okay, I know bakugo 'crumbled to dust' I guess, but for the sake of emotional stuff, just pretend his body is still there, tho he dead and covered with blood) Midoriya first sank down, while I just stood there. "K-kacchan.." He whispered, barely audible.
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He cried, but then looked up at me. He shakily stood up, and staggered over to Todoroki, who was also greatly injured and unconscious. He cried over his body, and whispered his name, stroking his hands over all his fresh burns.
It was now my turn to waver. My lips trembled, as I fell to my knees. I stared down at his battered, bloody and broken body. His eyes unblinking, and his pupils white. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I wasn't afraid to cry now. It's okay for hero's to cry... Right? I hunched over Baku- no Katsuki and sobbed. W-why... H-how?! No... I screamed, tearing all the pain away. I couldn't hold it in.
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I kept crying, and crying, why did this have to happen?! What did I- WHAT DID ANY OF US DO TO DESERVE THIS?! This.. This is what happens to heroes, heroes... Die. They die. They die protecting others. They sacrifice themselves for others.
Bakugo is a real hero. He's gone and I still couldn't do anything to stop it! I'm worthless- pathetic! I shouldn't be called a hero. If I can barely protect myself, if I can't even protect the one person that matters to me most.. THEN HOW DO I EXPECT TO SAVE MILLIONS?!
Bakugo... you would have become a great hero. Much better than my pathetic being could ever imagine. It can't end like this! I- I won't accept this! I.. I broke down. I rested my head on his chest asmy tears rolled down my face. They splashed down on him, and became dry remains on my face. I felt bereaved.
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I wanted to wake up- wake up from this horrible nightmare. Though the feel of blood, sweat and tears told me otherwise. It was real. I was living in reality. How did I know exactly? Well, because I know what reality actually is. It's pain, suffering, torture, and abandonment. The feeling that you're not good enough, it's not worth living only for all this pain. That's exactly how I felt. There was no point in living anymore. Even from the start.. What was there that I had to live for? What was my reason to live?
