KiriBaku | Echoes of Music

Chapter 19 | Kidnapping

Kirishima's POV

I wasn't letting his suspicious behavior slide this time, but I was going to wait until the whole class was here to confront him. I don't know why, I just felt more confident around my classmates.

I had always considered everyone my second family. We all got along great, and even though we all hung out in our separate 'squads', everyone tried to do a 'family' night on Friday nights. Usually, they involved movies, board games, video games, or truth or dare.

Once everyone would be here, I would confront Bakugo about his messed up behavior and find out what the heck was going on.

We finished our movie, then I told Bakugo I was going to train, so I left his room and went to Gym Gamma. I trained for about an hour, then I went back to my dorm and scrolled through my phone, glancing at the clock every few minutes out of nervousness. They got back in about 30 minutes.

I managed to wait for 30 minutes until finally, I heard Mina's loud voice laughing down the hallway. Springing up from my bed, I bolted to my door, went to Bakugo's room, and knocked.

"Come in."

I entered his room, seeing him laying on his bed, reading a comic book. 

I walked over and confidently sat on his chest, making him give me a confused look.

"We need to talk," I said simply, leaning down towards his face.

"About what?"

"What's going on? You're acting kinda weird," I said.

"I— dunno, I'm just tired, I guess," he said.

My face crinkled in a sneer as I pressed my hardened arm to his throat. "Liar. What did you eat last night?"

His face looked panicked. "I already told you, I ate sushi last night for dinner. And Kaminari made the best sushi so obviously I got some of his."

I leaned my face close again. "The real Bakugo would know that last night, he had a complete breakdown and didn't eat dinner. The real Bakugo would also know that Kaminari makes horrible sushi."

I growled a little, pressing my arm harder against his throat and hardening the rest of my body. "And the real Bakugo hardly ever calls Kami by his real name."

Never taking my eyes off the imposter, I nodded my head towards his hands. "Bakugo's hands aren't ever cold, so you did a pretty horrible job at pretending to be him."

The fake Bakugo just stared me dead in the eyes, no facial expression on his face.

"So answer me this: where is Bakugo?"

"Like I would tell you, bas****!" The imposter shouted, beginning to struggle against my grip.

I pressed my arm harder against his neck and screamed, "Shoji!"

I heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway, then Shoji's voice said, "Kirishima, what's going on-?"

"This isn't Bakugo!" I shouted, watching as the fake Bakugo's face began to turn red from lack of oxygen. 

"What do you mean-?"

Finally, the fake Bakugo's eyes rolled up into his head, and slowly, his skin began to melt away, revealing a very naked, blonde girl.

***

"Kirishima, you need to calm down—"

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS!" I screamed, tears spilling freely from my eyes and I clutched at my red hair. "HE COULD BE ANYWHERE! SOME STUPID B**** TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME SO EASILY! ITS LIKE KAMINO ALL OVER AGAIN—!"