Kiribaku oneshots

😇After😇

Genre- angst
Length- 633

Third POV-

Bakugou arose, panting. He could finally breath. He looked around. This wasn't his house. He doesn't remember what happened, or why and how he got here.

A flower field is where he currently was. The grass tall and full, the sun getting close to setting, and sunflowers all over. He turned to look behind him and noticed a tree. With his old, frail body, he slowly moved towards it. He only realized just then that he didn't feel so much pain anymore. The last thing he remembers was his chest hurting.

He had no idea why he was going towards this tree. It felt like it was pulling him towards it. When he got there he saw some stuff piled up, almost like a shrine.

One of his gauntlets, a photo of him and Kirishima at their wedding, the adoption paper for their daughter. He sighed as those happy memories came back to him.

Kirishima had died many years ago on a mission.

He briefly heard shuffling behind him. He wasn't as quick as he once was to turn around. It had to have been his imagination.

"Katsuki!" That voice.

"Eiji!?" He croaked, his voice frail and fragile from years of yelling. Then, that recognizable red hair appeared from inside of the grass and- there he was.

"Eiji..." This means two things. He's dreaming. Or he died.

"Katsuki," he the redhead smiled as he walked towards him. "You aged well," the redhead smirked. Bakugou rolled his eyes as he snorted.

"It's so nice to see you again," the blond whispered, reaching his hand towards Kirishima. The redhead grabbed it. He could feel the warmth that Kirishima once held. If he was dreaming, it's very realistic, and he didn't want to wake up.

Kirishima moved their hands and made the blond place it on his cheek and cup it.

"It's nice to see you too baby," Bakugou felt tears prickling from his eyes and Kirishima was doing the same. Despite how different in age they looked, their love for each other was still strong and survived the years Bakugou had been alive and now further more.

Kirishima leaned in and gave Bakugou a kiss. He chuckled when they stopped and connected their foreheads.

"I like these," the redhead wiggled the black framed glasses that was perched on Bakugou's nose.

"Have you just been here? Waiting for me?" He asked, looking all over at his husband.

"Not entirely, I was able to go and watch you and Ichika," Kirishima took his husband's hand and slowly dragged him back towards the grass. Once there they fell through where the dirt would've been and appeared at a hospital.

And there was Bakugou's body. Lying there on the bed as Ichika cried over it with her fiance holding her shoulders.

"I-"

"I'm sorry," the redhead interrupted. He assumed it was because of him dying but then he suddenly felt himself being shoved towards his body.

--

He shot up, panting.

"Daddy!" Ichika hugged him, still crying. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. Kirishima! He looked to where Kirishima was but- he wasn't there. Or maybe he was and he just couldn't see him. He felt himself crying. He gripped onto his daughter. It was the first time she heard her dad cry, actually, the first time for a lot people in that room to have seen him crying.

"You still have to take care of Ichika for me," Kirishima muttered as he watched the scene. "I can wait a little longer for you," he faded towards the wall and went back to the flower field, walking towards the tree. A new happy memory fizzing a glowing yellow into existence.

Them kissing at the front of the tree. Kirishima smiled.