bakukiri oneshots

🌧️💔 rejected 💔🌧️

angst ++ slight self-harm.

The strawberry boy stares at me wide-eyed and in disbelief.

"You- you what?" Shitty Hair asked me.

I gulp. My hands begin sweating, nitroglycerin collecting in the palms of it. Tiny sparks and pops are emitted from them.

Why is he so fucking surprised, dammit?!

I take a deep breath and repeat myself. "I said I like you. As in I have a fucking crush on you, Kirishima."

I notice his bottom lip tremble before he looks away, his hair, and now turned head, shielding his face, therefore his expressions.

The reason his hair covers his face is because it's down. The reason why it's down is because it's the middle of the night and I am confessing to Kirishima. The reason why I am confessing to Kirishima is because I had a horrible nightmare about him and me. After that, I officially decided I can't hold my feelings in any longer. But by how he is acting, I'm not sure it's going well.

"Bakugou, you're just a friend." I feel those words pierce through my heart, like a knife going straight across, and I know it's only the beginning. "I- I don't see you that way. I've never seen you that way." He looks me in the eyes with a pleading look. "You should go. This is already weird and I feel uncomfortable."

I make him feel.. uncomfortable?

"I can't return your feelings, dude. I feel nothing towards you." He then proceeds to go back into his dorm and closes the door in my tear-stained face.

I outstretch my hand towards the doorknob but then quickly retract it in fear and sadness. I turn and run to my dorm room, slamming the door close, not entirely caring if I wake those other damn extras.

I sink onto the floor, tears increasing and flowing across my face as time goes on.

He.. he rejected me.

He never saw me as anything more than a friend.

...

This was a mistake.

Fuck this.

FUCK EVERYTHING.

I don't remember what happened after that. At some point, I had fallen asleep because when I woke up the next morning, I was in the bathroom. My eyes were red and stinging like a bitch. I had scratch marks on my arms. I had decided to avoid everyone. If the one person I thought would never break my heart did, then I don't need anybody.

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;rewritten