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Kirishima flipped through certain pages of the magazine Bakugo bought for him. Every once in a while, he would snap a photo of something in them, whether it be a food item or piece of furniture.
The blond himself was sitting next to him, seemingly bored watching him do the same thing over and over again.
"Are you fúcking done with that!?" He snapped at one point, startling the redhead. God, why did he always have to scare Kirishima like that?
Kirishima wildly shook his head, nervously fidgeting with the camera in his hands. As he looked back at the magazines, he bit his lip and blinked multiple times, like he was holding back tears.
Bakugo cursed at himself, he messed up again. How long would it take until he learned? "Just hurry up, Shìtty Hair."
Kirishima stared at him for a few more seconds, before a small grin appeared on his face, making it Bakugo's turn to be startled. The redhead went back to taking pictures.
Suddenly, a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout Bakugo's chest, like how he felt whenever he was near the old Kirishima.
But this wasn't the old Kirishima, this was a completely different person. So why...? Bakugo unintentionally let out a shout, burying his head in his hands.
He felt a tiny tap on his shoulder, and he suddenly whipped his head up. "Don't fùcking touch me!"
Bakugo immediately realized his mistake as Kirishima paled, the redhead turning away and looking down at his camera.
Hinansho squeaked at him, loud and aggressive. The rat leaped onto Kirishima's head, burying itself inside his hair.
"Shít," Bakugo mumbled, smacking his fist down on his thigh. "Just continue whatever the hell you were just doing."
In a hurry to get out, Bakugo got up and quickly left the room, leaving Kirishima in major confusion.
There was a moment of stale silence before Kirishima got up, determined to find out why the blond left. He used his hand to put Hinansho on the table, signaling for the rat to stay.
Afterwards, Kirishima quickly ran over to the door in search for Bakugo.
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"Kacchan, I don't know what more I can tell you. That's all I have for you."
"WELL THEN THINK OF MORE!" Bakugo shouted, standing outside where no one would hear him. "How the fùck am I supposed to deal with this? He probably hates me now."
On the other side, Midoriya paused. "Why do you think he hates you?"
"I don't know, Deku. FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF!" Bakugo snapped. "I keep scaring him shìtless a million times!"
"Uh... w-well that's true..." Midoriya said. "But he doesn't hate you! He's scared sometimes, but I know he trusts you. And you don't hate him either, so it's okay."
Bakugo felt a ball of emotions rise up in his chest at the last statement. Nearly cracking his phone from his intense grip, he shouted, "The goddamn hell do you mean I don't hate him?!"
"H-Huh?" Midoriya gasped from the other side of the line. "But you don't... right? I mean, he's still Kirishima-"
"NO HE'S NOT!" Bakugo practically screamed at the greenette. "He's not Eiji! He's a completely different person! And I hate it! I hate how he's wearing Eiji's face and I just want to blast the shít out of him!"
Explosions were popping off Bakugo's hands as he said that, with only fumes of smoke coming off now. He could practically feel the shock of Midoriya coming from the screen.
He continued, "It's so stupid! It's stupid how... he... I-!"
"Kacchan?!"
"Agh!" Bakugo stomped on a nearby tree branch, more smoke billowing off his palms. "Just forget it! I don't know why I thought this was a good idea."
"Hey! Kac-"
Bakugo hung up on Midoriya, digging his heel deeper into the branch, causing the wood to splinter more. Roughly shoving his phone back in his pocket, he paced outside, back and forth.
Too confusing... it was all too confusing. With the kidnapping, logo, healing, emotions, he wished he could blast it away like everything else.
He kicked the branch away sharply, watching it clatter across the ground. Glancing back up at the hospital, he figured he'd been gone to long.
Mumbling to himself, he turned around the corner, going to the hospital doors and entering. Once again, he went up to Kirishima's room.
A lot of thoughts entered his mind, ranging from the past to now. Figuring out what to do with his emotions and feelings was so out of Bakugo's ability.
As he finally came to Kirishima's room, his thoughts finally came to a stop. Grabbing the handle, he slowly pushed it open.
As expected, Kirishima was there, but not in the way Bakugo expected. Instead of taking pictures, or drawing, he was shaking instead, with his eyes wide and arms wrapped around his legs.
When he made eye contact with Bakugo, fear washed over his face and he immediately looked away, shutting his eyes closed.
"Shítty Hair?" Bakugo went up to the redhead, thinking of all the words he could say. But they were caught in his throat. He couldn't find a way to say any of them.
Kirishima's eyes peeked up a little. Trembling, he mumbled out, "I... I..."
Suddenly, Bakugo's mind started racing a million miles per hour.
Kirishima... Kirishima was talking.
"I... I-" the redhead's voice starting breaking, as tears were threatening to spill out his eyes. "S... s... or... r... y..."
'Sorry?'
Bakugo blanched. Why? Why was he apologizing? And speaking? How?
Instantly, the blond felt his legs turn weak, stumbling towards Kirishima's bed. "You... you're speaking. You're saying fùcking words."
Kirishima's mouth opened again, but nothing came out. It seemed like he'd used all his energy just saying those two words.
'I'm sorry.' Bakugo remembered those words being said. He turned to the redhead, and asked, "Why? The hell are you sorry for?"
Kirishima just shook his head, gritting his teeth harder and harder, until he couldn't hold it anymore. A dam of tears started spilling out, and a wretched cry came from his mouth.
"Hey! Don't cry on me, Shìtty Hair!" Bakugo quickly grabbed a blanket on the bed, wrapping it around the redhead for comfort.
Hinansho began thumping its tail in some sort of pattern, which Kirishima didn't respond to, but acknowledged.
Bakugo didn't know what to do, but he tried to calm down Kirishima anyway, awkwardly putting his hand on the other's.
He didn't know why Kirishima was crying, but he never wanted to see it again.
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Before And After ||BNHA Kiribaku||
Fanfiction(hiatus) 5 years. 5 years since the disappearance. Everybody moved on. Everybody thought he was dead Until he reappeared. Nothing is mine.
