resurrect my dead heart [KiriBaku x depressed! reader]

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They met with the rest of our group and paid.
Y/n skipped out, holding bags.

Bakugou and Kirishima did their cute little holding pinkies thing, basically supervising the group from behind.

"I'm so happy for her," Kiri told his boyfriend. "Yeah... she's so beautiful. I know she's doing better, but... I still worry sometimes," Katsuki looked at his feet.

Kirishima stopped Katsuki, turned to him, and placed a gentle hand to his cheek. "We'll be okay," he genuinely told Bakugou. Bakugou's expression softened. He brought his hand over kiri's and turned his face to press a light kiss in the redhead's palm.

"Can I please kiss you?" Katsuki asked. Eijirou chuckled softly, but nodded. Eijirou brought his other hand up and placed them on bakugou's other cheek, pulling him in.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around kiri's waist and pulled him flush against himself. Near the end of the kiss, bakugou gave a cheeky squeeze to Kirishima's butt.

Kiri pulled away and gave bakugou a look of unimpressed amusement.

"Let's go, before those rascals get antsy," Eijirou ordered, pulling out of bakugou's arms.

Bakugou started toward his Jeep.

And Kirishima could only think about one thing.

Dat ass... is unguarded.

He started speed walking, a determined smirk on his face. Once right behind his boyfriend, he pulled his hand back.

Smack!

Bakugou jumped almost a foot off the ground with a girlish yelp. He turned to Kiri, glaring with a red tint on his face. Eijirou smirked. "Payback," he cooed, passing bakugou, and getting in the Jeep.

Y/n was snickering. "DENKI. Trade cars with me," Sero whined. "What? No!" Denki shouted. "Please let me ride with you guys," Sero begged. "I-" "sure Sero. We can make room for you," Y/n answered for the ash blonde. Y/n opened the door where Kirishima sat and climbed in, seating herself in kirishima's lap.

Kiri got happier. He turned her sideways and cradled her in his arms. "I love seeing you in my arms, honey bunny," he kissed cheek. Y/n laughed and laid her head against his chest. Sero climbed into the passenger seat. "Oooohhhhhh. Adorable," he realized and smiled slightly.

In no time they were on the road. "Dude, you guys make being single really hard," Mina whined during a conversation. "Yeah, sucks to suck," Bakugou smirked proudly. He whispered something to Sero, who was DJ-ing. Sero nodded.

Y/n's favorite song started. Bakugou peaked in the rear view mirror to see her reaction. She looked up from her phone, listening to the intro. Her face broke out onto a smile. Bakugou smirked victoriously.

She started singing along to the song, kiri doing so as well.

Damn, Bakugou thought, I'm so lucky to have these idiots :)

It was basically a game of karaoke all the way back to the dorms. Once they got there, they all swiftly set up the common room for movie night. The happy couple had grabbed kirishima's giant bean bag and sat in it. Y/n was basically on kirishima and bakugou's laps while the two boys wrapped their arms snugly around her.

Bakugou had this swelling feeling in his chest. He used to think it meant he was dying, but he realized, it was because of his partners. The feeling always made him hug them closer, and hold them longer.

The time he spent knowing he had hurt his girl, hurt a piece of him, it killed him. Not being able to touch her, hold her, and tell her it's alright fucking hurt him. It was agony.

Yeah, kiri always wanted to kiss his pain away, but Kirishima knew that even he would be void without y/n. It only made him hold on more. Being without her would be too much for him.

He knew Kat struggled without her. He knew that  Kat regretted even writing that letter.

And now he was going to make this last.

He's going to enjoy every game night, movie night, dates, park visits, morning coffees, and goofy car karaokes down to the last minute, the last drop of dopamine.

Both of them are going to delve into her deepest depths of feeling, wrapped in velvety love and sweet, sweet passion, and the pain which they long to feel intertwined with pleasure.

The pleasure.

The pain.

The love.

The lust.

Her oceans of tears which they will never claw out of, rather wrap into the waves.

Because, to leave her oceans when the waves are low is similar to simply ripping the skin from their bones.

WC~~759