Kiribaku oneshots

Hoodie

Genre- angst
Length- 1231

Third POV-

Bakugou was going through Kirishima's closet, the dumbass never organized it, when he found a hoodie. It was red and had the letters crimson riot. He remembers a couple of times when the redhead would wear it.

*Come on, bring it in man!* He remembers the familiar voice call to him.

He looks around before slipping it on. The cuffs were a bit big on him and it webt down to about upper thigh, ending at his rear. But other than that, almost a perfect fit. Just like they were, he remembers people saying. He bunches up the collar and giving the hood a big wiff.

It still smelt like him. That dumb strong axe from Walmart being faint as the strawberry smell over thrown it, it was familiar. It was home. It was warm, it felt like Kirishima was there hugging him from behind. Protecting him.

But he wasn't there. Bakugou felt a tear trickle down from his eye.

His heart. Broken. As the sound of the flat line fills his ears. He tries to cover them but they just get louder before he falls on his knees and starts sobbing on the floor in Kirishima's dorm room.

He felt someone come up from behind and give him a hug. It wasn't Kirishima. But he needed it right now. He turned his over and was met with his sensei, Aizawa. He let out a loud sob before clinging to the closest guy in this room, Aizawa.

The raven hugged him back and ruffled the spiky blond hair, shushing him and rocking.

"Oh no..." He heard Mina say, then feet against the floor coming over towards them and hugging him as well. "It's okay Bakugou, you'll find someone else."

Bakugou sobbed harder.

"Kirishima!" He sobbed out, crying it out like a prayer. "I want Kirishima!" Bakugou hated the thought of a life without Kirishima. He was currently living it, but he hated it. He hated every second of it.

He clung to Aizawa's shirt as he cried into the raven's shoulder.

"We all miss him," the teacher uttered. "I shouldn't have asked you to do this, let's take you back to your dorm," Aizawa let go of Bakugou and the blond did the same. Sero did the honors of picking up Bakugou and hold him close, taking him to his dorm.

Sero set the blond on the bed and tucked him in. He gave him one final hug and hushed out that things will get better before leaving.

Bakugou gripped the hoodie he was still wearing and sobbed.

He wished Kirishima was here. When they would be exhausted from training and fall upon the bed together, the redhead pulling him into his chest and cuddling up to him. Or when the blond had a nightmare and Kirishima would carry him back to his bed and cuddle him from behind, protecting him from his fears, protecting him from the world.

He wanted that right now. The redhead to just cuddle him, one last time. Have the redhead whisper to him that everything was going to be alright, that he loves him. The blond used to roll his eyes at the sweet gesture but now it's all he wants. He wants to hear Kirishima say that he loves him.

He wants it on audio. So he can play it back. Just to hear Kirishima's voice say it.

*I love you Katsuki!* He remembers the redhead saying, a million and one times a day. He would take any grunt or eyeroll as an "I love you too baby" sometimes Bakugou would say it.

Bakugou bunched up the blanket and held it to his face as he cried into it, trying to wipe away the tears. But it felt like they were not going anywhere, they were only spreading across his face and more would just fall out.

He felt the warmth behind him. The ghost of the warmth that Kirishima would give to him while they cuddled. The weight that would tug him closer to the redhead and would leave an imprint on his memory foam mattress. It felt like Kirishima was there. But he wasn't. He wasn't there. Was his ghost there? Did the Kirishima's spirit see that the blond was upset and is trying to comfort him?

"I love you Eijiro, so so damn much," he whispered hoping Kirishima would hear him and would whisper it back.

*I love you too Katsuki, more than anything in the world* he imagined the redhead would whisper to him. He always did when the blond would say it first.

Bakugou pressed his ear against the wall. Nothing. He got up and went back into Kirishima's dorm room. He crouched down on the ground and found it immediately underneath the redhead's bed. He grabbed it and went back into his dorm room.

What did he grab? Kirishima's shark. They went out on a date at the arcade and Kirishima won himself a shark. Not so large but not quite small. He laid back into bed and cuddled the shark. It also smelled like Kirishima.

--

Aizawa came back about a few hours later, Bakugou still wasn't doing so well.

"Hey, I spoke with Mrs. Kirishima and her wife, they said that, if you wanted, you can keep some of Kirishima's stuff," he explained at the door. Bakugou turned over.

"Really?" Aizawa nodded.

"Also, Mina wanted me to give this to you," it was dinner. The raven went up and placed it on the bedside table before sitting down on the bed and placing a hand on Bakugou's arm.

"You going to be okay?" He asked. Bakugou shrugged. "Do you need a mental health day or something tomorrow?" The blond nodded.

"I'd like that," Aizawa nodded, he got up and was about to leave before stopping at the door.

"Try to take sometime to see what you want from Kirishima's room, okay?" The blond stayed still and quiet. The teacher sighed before closing the door and leaving.

Bakugou sighed and turned over to eat dinner. It was Kirishima's favorite. Steak with steak sauce and a side of fried rice. Kirishima would've loved it. He always made a mess of his face because he was so excited to eat it. Bakugou would always have to wipe his face.

"It's your favorite Eiji," Bakugou whispered. "Wish you were here to eat this with me," he continued, stuffing his face with a bite of steak. He can see it already.

*Thanks Kit-Kat, you know this my favorite food! And from my favorite chef* the blond smiled as he remembers what Kirishima would say every time he made it. The big smile across his face, the kiss on the forehead he would receive. Made Bakugou wished he could make every single day.

But now it's only a faint memory. Bakugou made a vow to have this on Kirishima's birthday, every year.

--

Bakugou finished and was laying in bed. It was twelve-fifty four. He couldn't sleep at all. He felt it again. The dip in his bed, the warmth of what felt like arms around him. Kirishima was there with him. At least he hoped and it wasn't his imagination. He turned his head and saw no one. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight Ei," he whispered, letting a final tear fall out.

"Goodnight Kat."