I Couldn't Take it, so I Broke {Kiribaku}

chapter 4

Kirishima's pov

I wake up staring at a ceiling blinking the spots out of my eyes. Everything hurts. I look down at my bandage covered arms then everything come back to me. I try to sit up pain shoots up my body. I begin to panic when I realize I am chained to the bed. I hear a shuffling of feet and a strong arm on my chest. "Stay still." It was none other than the bastard Eraserhead himself.

"W...what am I doing here...?" I stutter feeling lightheaded. My body feels like a bowl of spaghetti. 

"Rest." orders Mr. Aizawa. He moves his arm off of me and walks out as an old woman who is known as Recovery Girl walks in.

If recovery girl is here... then I must be at..

No. 

No. 

This is not how this was supposed to go! 

 I struggle against the chains when I realize I am the place I want to be the least... the worst place for me to be... UA high school.

"Calm down dearie." orders the kind woman. Her sweetness makes me sick... what does she want from me? No one is just this nice. 

I open my mouth to protest but she puts a bony finger to my lips. She gives my a kiss on the forehead,

Gross.

I begin to slip unconsciousness again. This cannot happen. Not now.  As my eyes flutter closed I faintly hear Aizawa and Recovery Girl talking but I cant exactly make out the words... did they just say... villain rehab? 

Bakugou's pov

-flash back to when Bakubabe called Aizawa-

I call Aizawa panicked. I feel Eijirou's pulse grow faint. I take off the bloodsoaked bandage and remove my shirt pressuring it against his head wound.Oh god... he looks horrible. Is that a stab wound in his side?! Mr. Sleeping bag  (A/N Aizawa) finally picks up. "What is it brat? I'm busy."

"I-It's shitty hair!"

"Who?" he mutters sleepily. Seeming a bit more on edge but not fully worried yet. 

"THE DAMN VILLAIN!"

"What about him?" he questions seeming more awake.

"I THINK HE IS DYING!" I yell, panicked. The blood is not new to me, seeing someone die isn't exactly new to me... but this can't help but cause me to panic.

"Hang on, it'll be ok. Breathe.. stay on the line and talk to me." he seems more alert than before.

"I'M PLENTY CALM!" I scream.

"I... never said you weren't." There was a long pause and shuffling, his voice yelling at a few students. "Is he breathing?" 

"I- I don't think so-" I say as put my hand under his nose. 

Nothing...

His chest isn't even rising anymore... 

He's so pale...

"-akugou- did you hear me?" I shake my head before realizing he cannot see me. 

"No. I did not..." 

"I asked if you knew how to do CPR. I can lead you through it if need be." 

"No... I... I know how." I say as I set the phone down, putting it on speaker, as I begin compressions. 

"I am almost there, hang in there. Both of you." 

 I sit there waiting. 

And waiting.

Aizawa keeps talking to me, making sure I breathe and asking if he is breathing, how bad he is bleeding and whatnot. 

I can't help but stare at the resting face of this boy. He doesn't look the same as before. He looks so  at peace with death... almost welcoming it. It is quite a striking difference from before, he looks so different without that scowl stuck on his face. 

 I shake my head. Why do I care so much? 

He gasps for air. I laugh out in relief. He's alive... His stab wound on his side reopened, bleeding all over my hands.  I move my hands to his side putting pressure on his wound trying to stop the bleeding. He grunts in pain. He wheezes struggling to breathe, but at least he is bleeding.

Eventually Aizawa walks through the open cell door. He gasps seeing the state Eijirou is in. You know it is bad when even the teacher can't hide their reaction. He picks up the fragile, dying, boy and rushes outside keeping his quirk activated just in case Shitty hair wakes up. I rush after him using my quirk to keep up.

-present time-

I'm sitting in class feet propped up on my desk. Tapping my fingers anxiously on my chest. The  Alien queen looks at me concerned

"Hey Bakubabe, you good? That redhead didn't do anything did he?"

"Tsk. I'm fine racoon eyes."

"There is our bakuhoe!" dunceface says gleefully. I grunt in response and turn my face towards the window.

A/N HEY LOVELIES (idk if I spelled that right) hope you liked this chapter. I haven't updated in a while so i'm very sorry about that I have just been so busy and I also had writers block bc the first 3 chapters where the only things I had planned in my head before writing-  I am sick and now. I am in quarantine. I got sick (no pun intended) of doing nothing and just started writing with zero plan whatsoever. Being sick really sucks sometimes T-T but at least it gave me the motivation I needed to write. 

Edit: guys writing is hard