A Silent Sin

A New Beginning

As Kirishima's body becomes a dead weight, I sigh. Laying him softly back on his bed, his blazing red hair off the pillow like a blood red water fall. I softly grazed my finger tips against his tear-stained face, slowly leaning in to press a soft kiss on his forehead. As he lay quietly on the bed, the warm, dim light of the room made his skin appear almost flawless. The room is dead silent. The only sound is that from outside: nurses, doctors, patients moving from room to room, which is the only form of sound I get. And yet all my heart can focus on is the constant breathing sound of Kirishima's breathing.

 The memories of earlier tonight still play out in my head, spinning in circles as I start looking down at my hands, the feelings of being touched by Kirishima so close yet so far away. I remember him screaming for me to wake up, to save him. I wanted to cry. I couldn't do anything at the time; yes, he had awoken, but at what cost? My body felt so close yet so far at that time, trying hard to force my eyes open, yet to no avail. I was helpless; Kirishima, even more so. Who am I to say I saved him? I knew from the start that something was off, and yet I didn't act on it when the signs first appeared. I wan an idiot to only think of myself that day, not asking to stay longer or to come in earlier to stay with Kirishima longer.  

Friday, March 13

The two week mark of Kirishima's unseen coma

I slammed the door shut, muttering a string of curse words at the nurse who had told me to leave.With rage and frustration, my boots slammed into the sticky plastic floor, and my hands became sweaty while buried deep in my pockets.I stomp out of the hospital, bumping into anyone who gets in my way, unconcerned about the rude side glances I receive. The dark cloud sky appears to be in a rage as well, with thunder raking across the sky, demonstrating how even God appears disappointed in his once beautiful creations: I know I'm one of them. 

Even Satan himself was an angel once."Tch." I clicked my tongue, annoyed by my own pitiful thoughts. I have no time to stand around and pity myself while Kirishima's life is on the line. I have to get back to the Heights Alliance before Aizawa is up my ass about "safety" and "curfews". Curfew could suck my ass for all I care, as I sprint through the crowds trying to get home before it rains. My boots were soaked from the puddles I ran through on our earlier run this morning, and I pulled my phone from my pocket just as I arrived at the subway station.People, men and children alike, were mushed together in an over-crowded space. I frown at how close I am to complete strangers; how would Kirishima survive in places like these if he awoke?

His murderer most likely resembled any ordinary Japanese man, which made no sense.Kirishima is someone who is willing to put his life on the line for others and has shown time and time again he isn't weak but somehow ends up getting fucking RAPED and in a COMA. It made no goddamn sense! Kirishima is well aware that he is not a helpless wuss like fucking Deku. Then why, all of a sudden, do I see him laying helpless in a hospital bed after being carried inside by Aizawa  crying as if he saw his dog get run over? My Kirishima would never let anyone take advantage of him, and I know this because he isn't a shady pedo. He is Kirishima, the love of my goddamn life, the reason I'm realizing I can be number one without being alone, the reason I trusted him with my body as I sobbed when All Might chose Deku over me!

I love him with my every being. And yet I can't do shit to save him. 

How fucking pathetic 

Yo so I kinda last interest in this story cause lmao Idk. Sorry for being a dick and making you wait 5 weeks for only 709 words but I tried to make it as detailed as I could cause I wanted y'all to know Bakuhoe's perspective of the day Kirishima first woke up. 

I'll make it up to y'all, Manly Shark. 

probably