is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
"IN CASE YOU EVER FOOLISHLY FORGET: I AM NEVER NOT THINKING OF YOU.
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bakugou x reader
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| EPILOGUE |
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"i miss you."
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ONE, TWO, THREE TUGS.
kirishima tightened the strap of his leather uniform as he did every day. the routine helped him keep it togehter.
he stared into his reflection. the dark circles under his eyes now seemed to be a permanent mark and his eyes looked dead.
he took a deep breath and stretched the muscles of his mouth into the shape of a smile. or what he remembered was a smile.
it looked off, wrong on his face, fake. his eyes gave away the deeper torment inside him.
he dropped the shell of a smile he had attempted and let out a breath, "for heavens' sake."
the flowers he'd picked out earlier were still fresh. pink and red carnations, representing his deep longing and the promise to never forget.
he moved to the side table and poured himself a glass of whiskey. it had become part of his morning ritual. a bit of liquid courage to get him through the day.
the liquor stung the back of his throat but he was glad he still felt something. a look at his watch told him it was time to go if he were to get to the council meeting on time.
he picked his bouquet and head out of his room.
the castle he stayed in had so easily become a familiar thing, his new normal. you'd think something is crazy, that there's no way it ever loses its wonder until you achieve it. then oh so quickly do you lose interest.
the gardens though, they still managed to take his breath away.
he followed his usual path, the one he took every single day, to the forest outside the gates of heaven, to a gilded temple he'd once been to.
there, under a weeping willow, he finally spotted them and walked quicker.
"hey," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "time for the daily report."
he knelt down and set the flowers aside "izuku has been doing great at leading. i know you pretneded not to like him, but that brain of his and that righteous sense of justice has made him someone people truly look up to."
he chuckled, a real chuckle in a long while "don't worry. he's nowhere close to how great you would've been. i, on the other hand, i'm the best captain of the guards in the whole realm of course."
kirishima's hands swiped over the headstones before he placed the fresh flowers on them "i miss you. both of you. and this pain... everyone says it's supposed to get better by time, but i keep waiting and waiting and the only thing changing is this hole in my chest getting bigger and bigger. that and my drinking is probably turning me into an alcoholic. do you think one day it'll stop hurting?"
"yes, you'll be okay."
he turned around to see setsuna walking towards him, with her own bouquet of flowers "it has to. otherwise, i can't imagine how anyone is capable of living after losing someone."
there she knelt next to him in silence. unmoving, quiet, they paid their respects to a halfling and an angel who fell in love with him.
it had been adventurous, torturous, but most of all chaotic. because what was chaos if not an angel falling in love with a demon?
and as a spring breeze blew through their hair, kirishima could've sworn he felt the phantom touch of his friends on his shoulders and a whisper promising that he'll really be okay.
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in case you ever foolishly forget: i am never not thinking of you
