bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ⛈

prompt: kirishima has to come to terms that the one person he performed his heart for is also someone he's broken in the process. idol au !!
category: angst
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 2507
song: piece by stray kids (changbin + seungmin)

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Don't let it fall apart
Everything about me
Please keep by your side
Don't let it fall apart
Please don't forget
Even a single thing, nothing

HE STUFFED THE LAST sweater into the suitcase, finally spinning around to meet your gaze. Eyes filled with tears, it broke you to watch him pick up the last remnants of him left in the apartment to chase after his dreams. You were happy. Of course, you were happy. Why wouldn't you be happy for him?

A soft look invaded his expression, his usual smile dropping into a frown. "Don't look at me like that," He said, sounding equally fatigued and devestated. You quickly wiped your tears at his words, forcing a smile onto your lips. "No, no. I-I'm fine. Don't worry," You sniffled, brushing the sleeve of your cardigan against your nostrils.

He licked his lips and looked over at you, kissing your forehead. "I won't be here, but promise you'll watch my performances? I'll send you love through the screen." Kirishima chuckled softly, brows furrowed at your upset expression. The dam broke all over again, tears pouring over your already tear-stained cheeks. Rapidly, you nodded, still sniffling.

If all my pieces disappear
What will remain after
Whenever I lose them one by one
Whenever each one leaves, the anxious empty space grows bigger
Me in the studio, me on the stage
All the sweat and tеars I shed
I hope don't get thrown away
Evеn the tear-soaked piece among numerous scattered puzzle pieces

Sweat dripped off of him as he waved his arm towards the crowd, his white t-shirt moving with him as a black bandana pulled his hair far back enough to avoid gluing to his forehead. A big grin played on his lips as he shouted into the microphone, his fans screaming back. Kirishima looked for a camera, winking at it briefly before glancing at his instrumental backups.

The blond who had introduced himself as Denki earlier just flashed him a smile, going back to his guitar soon after. Bakugo didn't even spare a look, the raging drummer going back to banging against the cymbals and drums with such fury that would send you running to therapy. However, Kirishima was hardly fazed.

He went back to high-fiving the swarm of fans, the bandana you had lovingly bought for him suddenly being torn off his forehead in the process. With a panicked look on his face, he smacked his hand against his forehead and looked around the crowd. However, before he knew it, the black piece of cloth was gone.

I'll come find you even during a dark night
Because you might be hiding somewhere in my dreams
As I hold you tightly in my hand
Sometimes I cut my hand
But I don't mind the sharp piece

"You lost it," You spoke quietly, clearly upset over the phone. All Kirishima could offer was an apologetic grin and a tilt of his head. However, you could still see the waves of guilt swarming in his eyes even beyond the screen. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to. It all happened so fast." You pursed your lips and nodded understandingly.

Right, I have to be understanding. You had scolded your emotions for the very start and claimed your expression of them as 'selfish'. He was merely chasing after his dreams and was surely doing more than you, so who were you to judge from afar? Instead, you grinned at him. "It's fine, alright?"

He seemed to cheer up at your forgiving expression, shifting so his phone leaned up against a pillow instead of his arm. "You can try mailing me another one? I'll make sure not to lose that one then." Kirishima winked reassuringly, making you giggle. Chewing on your bottom lip, you nodded timidly before bidding him goodnight.