Dear Future Generations {Kiribaku oneshot}

Dear Future Generations... I'm Sorry

Eijiro Kirishima's pov:

Fuck, I'm late!

Running through the university campus, I was frantically trying to get my shoes on without tripping. It failed, and I landed face down on the ground, a fresh stream of blood flowing out of my nose...

Well, that's just what I needed.

I desperately wiped at the never-stopping blood but it just kept coming back so I rustled through my bag and eventually found an almost empty packet of tissues.

As I held one to my nose, I grabbed the compact mirror that Mina forced me to bring around everywhere and peered at the damage my little tumble had caused. It wasn't too bad but I'd definitely need to keep the tissue here and possibly grab another one from somewhere... but where?

Glancing up in frustration, I made eye contact with one of my best friends, Kaminari, from his position across the courtyard. Hailing him over as best as I could while holding the tissue and mirror, I stood up.

He began to make his way over to me slowly.

"What did you do this time, bro?" His first words rang through my head as I felt the first signs of a pounding headache.

Just my fucking luck, isn't it?

"I tripped on my laces and fell onto the concrete. Now I'm gonna be late for that lecture I desperately wanted to go to!" Almost dropping the mirror, I threw my arm in the direction of the lecture hall I was supposed to be in if I hadn't overslept.

Shrugging, he looked and me and simply spoke as he grabbed a spare tissue from his bag, handing it to me, "You can still make it. It starts at 8:30 right? It's only 8:27 now. You have three minutes to get there."

"That'd be great if the building wasn't conveniently four minutes away from here!" I huffed and pouted in disappointment that I'd miss my favourite activist on stage.

Katsuki Bakugo. Never knew I was gay until I saw him-

I'd always watch his YouTube videos as they came out and follow his lectures that'd been bootlegged on the internet. He'd done a grand total of 4 lectures in universities before, all of them being at prestigious private schools, but then he announced where his 5th and final university talk would be. U.A. University. I couldn't not attend!

So of course, as fate would have it, I'd miss it. The most important day of my life!

"Well scram and run your legs out to reach that building on time! Two minutes now. You didn't take those extra gym classes in high school for no reason now, did you? You've got muscles to show and I'm sure your stamina isn't far behind." Nodding at him, I pushed past him and began sprinting to the building where my idol was situated.

Feeling the burn in my calves, I carried on, adrenaline being pumped by the need to see my celebrity crush in person.

Bursting through the building doors with 10 seconds to spare, I ran down the stairs to locate the room that he was speaking in. I'd realised he'd walked on by the time I found the room.

Opening the door slowly and quietly, I made my way to the top of the lecture hall and saw a mess of black hair in a row a few steps down. I tried my best to keep my steps as silent as possible but it was hard with the creaky steps. As I eventually got down to the row with my friend Sero in it, I flopped down into the empty seat next to him.

Allowing myself to look up at the man I'd wanted to meet more than anyone I'd ever seen, I was overcome by his beauty once more. His spiked yet somehow soft-looking ash-blond hair, his intense and powerful blood-red eyes, his subtle smirk as he made his way around the stage, analysing and sizing up the audience that'd turned up.