MHA Oneshots

KiriTetsu - Angst - You'll Be Okay

A/N: This story was a request by Thoma_housewife

I did change a few details but the main idea is the same. I really hope you like it because I absolutely sobbed while writing this.

In this story they are both aged up and are pro heroes.

CW/TW: death, blood and overall much sad 

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The air smelled of fire and blood. The streets were lined with dented cars and rubble from damaged buildings. People began to congregate in the street, those who didn't have time to flee, or those who had been hiding in their buildings. Some began to clap, some began to cry, others began to thank the heroes standing in the center of the street. Among those heroes had been Red Riot and Real Steel.

Red Riot stood in the center of it all, surrounded by heroes and civilians alike as people began to flood the streets. However the movement in the streets didn't seem to phase him at all, nor did the fact that they had just defeated one of the most brutal villains in the local area. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the faces in the crowd, trying to determine the whereabouts of his fellow hero, but Real Steel was nowhere in sight.

He recalled the last time he had been aware of his whereabouts, that was during the fight. He remembered seeing him take a rather hard blow during the fight, one which would annihilate a normal person, but he had his steel, so he would be fine.

He would be fine, right?

He hadn't had time to check on him amidst the fight, which means at one point or another, they got separated.

As Red Riot slowly began to back away from the crowd, he began to walk aimlessly down the street, ignoring the cheers of grateful citizens. He scanned the city, seeing nothing but utter destruction all the way down the road. He saw some heroes and police helping injured citizens along the way, but he didn't care. Eventually he broke out into a sprint, ignoring all other surroundings. He debated whether he should call out his name, or if he should go back and get the other heroes. Maybe he had made his way back to the rest of the crowd while he was searching for him.

He is fine.

Everything is fine.

That's what he kept telling himself.

Eventually his running slowed to a halt as he realized he had run so far, most of the destruction could no longer be seen. There were no longer any people in the streets, only empty buildings and houses. His eyes fell upon one of the empty buildings in particular. It was the only building that showed any signs of damage. There was a large crack and dent in the side of the brick building, one that could only be created by an extreme impact.

As he looked at the fallen rubble near the bottom of the building, his eyes fell on a familiar figure.

"Tetsu..?" he asked as he began to walk closer for a better look, praying it wasn't what he thought it was. But to his dismay, it was. "Oh god.. Tetsu!" he called as he began to sprint toward the fallen hero. As he came closer, calling his name, Tetsutetsu's eyes began to flutter open. His mouth curved into a small smile.

"Kiri.." he mumbled weakly.

"Hey, hey.." he whispered as he knelt down next to him. "What happened? Can you stand?" he asked, inspecting his body for any physical damage but he couldn't find anything wrong with him.

"I.. don't think so.." he responded weakly as he attempted to sit up as he began to cough blood. Kirishima's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. The impact of being thrown against the building must have destroyed his internal organs, even if he had managed to activate his quirk in time. The fact that he didn't die on impact was a miracle.