Kiribaku oneshots

1️⃣One Last Dance🩰

Genre- Angst
Length- 841 words

Third POV-

Age had really taken a toll on the two retired pro's bodies. Kirishima could no longer dye his hair, now it being it's original inky black now with dark silver streeks. Wrinkly skin, teeth no longer real so now he had normal teeth rather than his sharp teeth, and his legs were wibble wobbly. He now needed a cane and help from his husband.

Bakugou wasn't any better. Blond hair now no longer golden but silvery almost white. His sight and hearing isn't what it used to be. Now need glasses and a hearing aid. His skin wasn't super wrinkly, he actually looked younger than what he was due to his quirk.

But the thing that hadn't aged was their love for each other.

Now they're that cute wrinkly old couple you see around Christmas time with their ugly sweaters being all lovey dovy. Their great grandkids find it gross, but Bakugou takes that as a challenge and gets even more lovey with his hubby.

The two were in the living room, sitting on the couch, just living the limited days that they have left.

Kirishima grabbed his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through something, then playing a slow dance song. The blond chuckled.

"Really? Again?" They've been doing this for several Fridays but recently, Kirishima had been getting Bakugou to do this whenever he can. The redhead smiled his signature smile, one that wouldn't ever stop shinning, even with age.

The old couple had been getting dressed in their old wedding suits that some how still fit and slow dancing. It always made the blond flustered because it was such a cute romantic gesture. They like to refer it as their final dance. Sad, but there wasn't any other name they could think of. Bakugou rolled his eyes as he got up.

They weren't in their old wedding suits, they had gotten too old for even them. Bakugou was in a beige sweater with some black jeans. Kirishima wore a red plaid button up with some blue jeans having his hair tied up in a small ponytail, the both of them wearing their golden wedding rings and slippers.

They began to get into position. Bakugou grabbing his husband's shoulder and holding his hand, Kirishima gripping his husband's waist and grabbing his hand. Bakugou is okay with moving at Kirishima's pace. It's slow, but it's in the name, so it's alright.

"Still as magical the first time," Kirishima mumbled, leaning down to rest his head on his husband's shoulder.

"You mean the first hundred times," Bakugou grumbled, causing the raven to chuckle, the blond chuckling with him.

Despite all of the years, their quirks and bodies slowly losing their strength, Bakugou still smelt of that familiar burnt caramel while Kirishima no longer used that cheap axe from Walmart and now smelled of a winter forest. Bakugou's favorite smell.

Kirishima held his their conjoined hands above their heads and the blond did a slow, no longer so majestic, twirl. Spinning right back into the raven's arms. The song was almost over. It took them a lot longer to get themselves situated than you would believe, and their dance was so slow that a couple of verses could get through before the made it around.

The most special part was coming. They always ended with a kiss. On their wedding it was a leaning kiss. But their bodies ached at the thought of doing such a move again. The song neared it's climax and they were ready for their final, the kiss.

The last verse sang out and the raven gave his husband of many, long years, a passionate kiss on the lips. He let go of the blond's hand and moved it to hold his cheek as Bakugou gripped the raven's forearm.

Their lips backed away but they kept their foreheads together.

"I love you, hubby," Kirishima cooed sweetly. The blond sighed.

"I love you too, and have for..." They both had a slight memory problem, but it always clicked back to them. "50 years," Bakugou smiled and Kirishima returned it.

"And more to come," the raven whispered, leaning in for another kiss. But he felt something sharp in his heart, he was having a hard time breathing.

"Eiji?" The blond asked. Kirishima gripped his cane for leverage as he cluched his heart, trying to breath as tears prickle from his eyes. "Shit! Eiji what's wrong!?" Bakugou panicked and held his husband.

"My-heart."

"I'm going to get you help Eiji, okay? Stay with me, stay awake," Bakugou grabbed his husband's phone that was playing a different song and he dialed the police, his husband collapsing on the floor.

The next thing Kirishima remembers was waking up in the hospital, his husband by his side while the blond was surrounded by their kids and grandkids.

The blond crying next to him. He tried to reach out and cup his face, but his hand went straight through Bakugou's head.

That really was their final dance...