KiriBaku | Echoes of Music

Chapter 18 | Emotional Roller Coaster

Kirishima's POV

"Hey, Todoroki, dude... yeah, sorry for the early call— I got your text..."

Currently, it was 5 am. Bakugo and I hadn't slept a wink. After his first break down, he wouldn't leave my side. His crying had ceased, and right now, he was laying on my lap, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I, myself, was exhausted, mentally and physically. I had been laying in the same spot for nearly an hour, and I was tired because I hadn't slept at all. 

But it was okay, because Bakugo needed my support.

Todoroki had texted me last night at about 10 o'clock, which was right at the end of Bakugo's break down. I had just been able to see it this morning and it scared me half to death.

T: I think Bakugo is being abused.

I didn't want to bring it up just yet, though. He was still emotionally unstable, and I didn't want to trigger another break down like the one last night.

"Yeah, we're fine— well, we could be better... could you tell Aizawa we're skipping today-?"

Bakugo sniffed quietly, and I immediately wrapped my aching arm around him, rubbing his side and listening to what Todoroki had to say.

Yes, I can do that, he said in his monotone voice. Can you tell me why, though?

I glanced down at Bakugo for a brief moment. He looked sickly pale...

"Uh, no, not right now," I responded. "I'll text you why later. Thanks, dude. Bye."

I got off the call and unwrapped my arm from Bakugo's waist so I could text with both hands. He exhaled a weak whine and my heart shattered.

"I'm sorry, I just have to text Todoroki real quick," I apologized, speedily texting the half and half quirk user. 

When I was done, I set my phone down and wrapped my arms back around his waist. We laid there for about a minute before Bakugo spoke.

"K-Kirishima..."

"Hm?" I said, raising my eyebrows and giving him my full attention. "Are you alright? Do you need something-?" 

"I-I'm sorry..."

My gaze snapped down to the ash-blond boy.

"There's nothing to be sorry about-" I started.

"You sound exhausted..."

"I'm not!" I lied. Then I scratched the back of my neck and mumbled, "Well, maybe a little, but I don't mind! I love staying up with you!"

"You weren't staying up... I kept you awake... I'm just weighing you down..."

"Bakugo, not this again-"

"B-but—"

"Bakugo, please..." I exhaled. "I'm not stable enough to go through another round of what just happened... calm down, please..."

I didn't mean to, but I sounded like I was practically begging him now. 

"I-I'm sorry..." he said again. 

"Stop saying sorry," I whispered. "It's not your fault, Bakugo..."

"B-but—"

"Bakugo." I leaned my head back against the wall and a soft, exhausted sigh escaped my lips. "Please... stop..."

He fell silent. I felt horrible about the last word I had said. 

I sat myself up a bit more, lifted him up, and pressed my lips gently to his. Another weak whine was produced by Bakugo, which broke my heart yet again. I hated hearing that sound.