𝔼𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 【𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦】

||Bakugo route #3||

⚠this chapter contains death and violence⚠

Second P.O.V

It's been around a week or something since Eijiro last saw you. To say the least, he wasn't feeling any better. He actually felt worse and worse as days passed.
Even after the Jiro incident - where he forcefully had to kick her out of the house before he'd leash out physically from pure frustration - he just wanted to tear his brain from his head or at least rip out his heart out out his chest so he doesn't feel the weight of it anymore.
To sum his feelings up: he was drowning.

The crimson eyes stared at the bank ceiling of the living room as he layed on the sofa with two empty alcohol bottles on the floor next to the said sofa. His vision's a little blurry but he took it as that it's for the best.
He actually took a break in going to work and took a day off probably the third day in a row, even Fat Gum is getting extremely worried. But Eijiro just can't do anything anymore. He doesn't have the motivation or the willpower.

Buddy snored, laying on the carpet nearby without paying the burnt out male zero to no mind at the moment. Why would he not be sleeping though, it's around one in the morning and Eijiro didn't even get a wink of sleep. How could he sleep when you were the only thing eating his brain inside out.
He groaned, rubbing his tired face to somehow get himself to freshen up. He knew that this behavior isn't good, but he didn't know what to do.

"What would Y/n do..." He mumbled to himself, his voice groggy and raspy. The said thought brought back memories.
He'd probably bear with the feeling until it'd eat him entirely... He thought, taking it from past experience we all know about.
A long sight escaped his lips. He felt so utterly drained he couldn't believe that you survived around three years bottling up emotions just to make everyone else not worry or end up dead.
Maybe you were the true hero in the relationship all along?

Eijiro's mind then sort of drifted to a strange place.
"... What would Bakugo do?" He asked yet again just himself. No idea how he came to that question, he knew this was coming to something.
"He'd probably go through a field of bodies just to get what he wants," he scoffed a little. "He'd do anything just to make himself and his brain happy. That's fucking selfish."

"It's so like you; letting others make a choice and not checking if they really meant it while ignoring what's the best for both sides and your emotions. Do you ever think about anything else than being a rug to others?!"

He remembered Jiro's words. Of course, he felt offended by them, but what if she was right?
Eijiro sat up on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy but he decided to disregard that.
All he knew was that it's his turn to finally be selfish for once.
"I'm coming for you, Y/n." He whispered, feeling an excited, child-like grin appear on his face. He wanted to see you once more. That angelic smile of yours, the fluffy h/c hair, the beautiful e/c eyes, everything. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, kiss you on your back and tell you how much he loves you again.

He threw a random jacket on, leaving the house and Buddy in it - locking the door after he left. Eijiro didn't bother to do anything or rethink his thoughts right now. He just set his mind on seeing you again and that's what was gonna happen. Just like Bakugo would.
I mean, Bakugo got what he wanted just by making a similar choice, didn't he? Well, then why should that not be an outcome when Eijiro does it too?

The red head passed street by street, remembering exactly where you're kept right now. And why wouldn't he, it's the only thing on his mind since he left that place.
As familiar rows of houses got in his field of view, he couldn't help but to feel ecstatic. He's going to see his husband again!