bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ⛈

prompt: y/n is slowly dying and the two must come to terms with it.
category: angst
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 1136

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YOU WERE DYING. It wasn't just a statement. It was a fact. You had come to terms with it after your diagnosis; death was inevitable, it just decided to come for you a little sooner. Of course. . . your husband didn't take it as well. For a while, Eijiro was a mess. He was an uncontrollable mess of pain, guilt, and unfiltered anger towards the world.

He hated saving people on the days when he couldn't even save the one person he cared about the most: you. What was the point of being a hero if he couldn't be sure that you were going to wake up the next day? What was the point of seeing so many people go on with their daily lives knowing that soon enough, you wouldn't be able to?

What was the point to walk out into the world when Eijiro's world was dying right in front of him?

There was no point.

There wasn't any point until you pushed him; you pushed, scolded, and yelled at him to get his act together. To you, death was okay. It was part of a process and at some point, you two would've faced it anyway. However, you weren't going to allow that disheartening news to affect his work, not when he had the opportunity to help others escape from it.

You had yelled at him and screamed your throat raw, watching as angry tears fell from his eyes. He was equally upset if not more, glaring back at you because he never expected you to raise your voice at him of all people. Arguments were almost nonexistent in your relationship, but this was one of the biggest breaks.

You told him to quit or get his shit together.

There was no point in sending out a pro-hero that didn't bother with saving lives. Just like there was no point in lingering on your death for so long. Grieving only prolonged the process, but what was the point of grieving if there's no motivation to move on? Your words had struck a chord within Eijiro and he hated himself.

For a brief moment, he hated himself. He wasn't the pro-hero he made himself out to be and the one thing he expected the least had demoted his own morale. It wasn't his fear that stumped him; it was his anger. The very trait that he never expected to bite him in the ass did and it kept torturing him until you set him in his place.

He was your husband. He was a pro-hero too. However, above all, he was Kirishima Eijiro first.

And Kirishima Eijiro would never let himself live if he stopped helping people in need.

Hell, even high school him would get mad at him and yell at him for being so 'unmanly'.

However, he slowly accepted it.

As much as he hated coming to terms with the fact that you were dying, he accepted it. After all, seeing you accept it so quickly made him realize that he was the only one that truly had an issue with your passing. Why would he dwell on something that wasn't making you upset when he could've been making you happy and content before you passed?

That wasn't very 'manly', huh?

So, here he sat, with his arms wound around your hunched-over figure. You laid limply against his side, soft and ragged breaths only reminding him how weak your physical state was. Yet, you seemed stronger than ever emotionally. Sometimes he was confused as to why you had such a big smile stretched across your lips, but he knew better than to question it.

You didn't have much of a choice, did you?

You wallowing in sadness would only drag him back into grieving again. He had already wasted so much time, leaving himself three months to stay by your side. At least, that's what the doctor said. In a twisted, almost ironic perspective, the very one dying in the midst of the relationship was meant to be strong so the other could reciprocate that courage.

Your hands dug into the sand and he watched you carefully, knowing that it was the one sensation you could never get enough of; other than you running his fingers through his soft hair consistently. The sand poured from between your fingers, settling in the space between you two as you sighed against him.

"If I could do it all over again, I would."

Your words caught him off guard and he blinked incredulously at you. However, you didn't meet his gaze. You were too busy staring out at the sea, watching other kids frolic near the shore as the sun slowly set behind them. They were innocent, pure, unaware of what the world had in store for them.

Yet, watching them be so blind to the negativity of their surroundings, didn't make you envy them. You could never envy their ignorance and innocence; it was a trait they were born with. Rather, you envied their parents. You envied not having the time to give Eijiro one of his own before he left and it made your heart hurt.

You had always wanted to know what it was like to be a mother. With every snap of your own mother's voice, with every crack in her words, and the ultimate bubbliness that came with her congratulations when you graduated, you had wanted to feel that. She would always remind you how a mother's love was incomparable to anything else.

However, now you would never feel such a thing, right?

Your lips pursed and Kirishima stayed silent beside you as he followed your gaze. "I would fall in love with you all over again. I would graduate with you again if I could. I would let myself slip off the edge of that building during that rescue mission if it meant you would catch me in time again. I would do this all over again."

Tears welled up in your eyes and for once, Eijiro could see the crack in your hard shell. You never came to terms with your death; how does one do that? You had just waited until he could comprehend it so he could help you. You had waited for him to catch you in time again when you fell.

Eijiro was quiet as he pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I would love and lose you as many times over as I had to; as long as it meant that I could keep you in my life."

And wordlessly, you two sat on the beach, time slipping through your hands like grains of sand.