A Silent Sin

In The Dark

Kirishima's Point Of View

It's getting gloomy. It's really bleak. Cold air is hitting my skin lightly when the AC works low. The red glow of a digital clock attracts my attention when the moonlight drips down the ranges into this pitch black room. My eyes are blurred because they always awake, and half-lidded eyes flutter my wake. I quickly turn my sights on the digital clock, blinking the haze away. 

 3:25

I move my gaze away from the clock, wanting to concentrate on the dark room around me. The blacked out shapes gradually transforming into objects may be perceived as dangerous or unknown. The soft ringing in my ears that I've grown to ignore begins to increase, drawing out the soft hum of the air conditioner and my shallow breaths. Soft waves of anxiety wash over me, and I shiver from the cold and the sense of being in danger.

I'm completely alone.

When I turn my head, I notice a slight dent in the bed where another body should be. Where Bakugou? I press my hand against the soft and cold sheets. I shiver, shaken by the bitter and unwelcoming sensation that quickly overtakes me. I remove my head from the pillow, already missing its warmth.

What's the deal with the cold?

I reach for my phone and turn it on, the glare hurting my eyes as I adjust to the newly illuminated room. I was using my flashlight because I was too afraid to get out of bed and switchon the lamp next to the bed. Most of the shadows I once mistook for monsters are actually ordinary household appliances. I take out my phone. I open the app and see a few messed-up messages from the team. I see the others having a full-fledged brawl over Cheez-Its. When I go back and read the texts Bakugou sent earlier, I secretly laugh at how quick-witted Ashido is when she's being cursed at.

I step towards the entrance, my foot on the freezing woodfloor, cautiously opening it with a click and seeing the darkness of the night looking back at me. I shiver, my eyes straining to see through the dim corridor. I try to make my way to the elevator by reaching my arms out in front of me; it feels like I'm walking endlessly before I see the illumination of the elevator buttons.

When I walk up to the elevator, I press the down arrow; if Bakugou is awake, he's probably having a late-night snack. The lift opens with a buzz, and the blinding lights irritate my eyes, so I walk in with my eyes watering and click the common floor button. When the elevator begins to descend, the buzzing in my ears gradually returns.

It's just too quiet.

With a slow buzz, the doors open and I take a step out; the common room is dark except for the random display playing on the large screen TV. When I approach the couches, I notice the TV has gone to static; a low ringing comes from the TV, along with the sound of static.

I grimace and close my ears to silence the TV while reaching for the remote. When I find the remote and see that it is being carried by Denki, I let out a soft breath, my heart racing a mile a minute. I had no idea he was here until I finally took the remote from his grasp and turned off the TV. A small shuffle from the kitchen drew my attention, and I froze in surprise. I'm taking shallow breaths to try to steady my heart after what happened with Denki, but my heart is already racing.

I move slowly into the kitchen, a few rays of light illuminating the room. When I turn the corner, Bakugou is standing in the kitchen, holding an apple. He's chewing slowly and looking away, not acknowledging my presence. I take a little step further into the kitchen, not wanting to frighten him but also attracting his interest.

"If you're attempting to scare me, it's not working." At his tone of voice, a slight squeak escapes my mouth. His morning voice was low and harsh, his usual voice much softer than I remembered. When he sees me, he looks up with anger and amusement in his gaze. His mouth turned into a "oh," but no sound came from him, so I offered a little wave with a half-tried smile and walked up.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he inquires, his voice low. There's no venom in his voice, and it's not an order or an irritation, just a legitimate request. I crack a grin.

"I had the feeling you weren't there." I start looking for the words, blush on my cheeks. "I'm so used to you lying beside me..." I scratched the back of my neck. He looks at me with a clear face but serious eyes, a slight grin on his face that he conceals by taking another bite of his apple.

"I'll be there in a second, Love; all I was doing was making sure those dimwits didn't kill themselves by the end of tonight." I raise my head and look at the others who are snoring lightly on the couches. I return my gaze to him and nod, unable to speak for fear that my voice will sound scratchy and unsteady.

When I ended up going over to him and into his embrace, he stretched his arms outwards, knowing what it meant. My hand lightly gripped the back of his shirt, inhaling his fragrance.

He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face against my ear, drawing me in tighter by the waist with one hand and squeezing me tightly.

"Eiji.."

I hum in response,

"Are-" he paused, I could feel his breath hitching. "Are you okay.."

The ringing in my ears returned, this time louder than before. I take a deep breath, tightening my grip on his shirt.

He's worried about you

You're not a nuisance.

You say that and yet you forget you got r@pped like a f@ggot you are

No, no, no. He loves me, stop it. 

"Eijirou, love, look at me.." His grasp on my waist loosened and he drew away slightly, his eyes brimming with affection and nourishment and the need to see me okay I fuckin.

God i fucking love him.

"Kat, no, no, no, Im okay! Really I am! You've helped me through all this shit with out yelling at me for being a baby for being scared of the fucking dark- Katsuki you saved me!"

I blurted out, tears welling up in my eyes.

"God, Katsuki, I love you."