Kiribaku One Shots (and maybe some other ships)

Inspired by the book thief.

*** A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ABOUT KATSUKI BAKUGOU

He didn't deserve to die the way he did.

Perhaps you're imagining him, bleeding out on the cracked concrete, his shallow breathing getting shaky until it abruptly stopped.

I assure you, that is not how it happened. I'm sure it would've been heroic to die that way. I'm sure he would've loved to meet me that way.

He always imagined going out performing some heroic duty, though he always hoped he'd do it on his own accord.

He promised himself that only he would get a say how his life ended.

High school changed the perspective slightly. A marvelously happy character extended that thought.

He wanted to die on his own accord, only after everyone he'd ever loved and known died. He wanted to be the last one, so he didn't have to carry the guilt of upsetting anyone into his eternal afterlife.

I promise, if I had a say, he would've escaped me for decades longer.

He'd already escaped me twice before.

If I had a say, we wouldn't have met. A sweeping glance, but no more.

He wouldn't have died so young.

How fitting is it that he was only 24 when it happened?

Not very fitting for someone as callous and stubborn as him.

I'm positive, though, that he would've enjoyed seeing the colors. The deep hue of scarlet washing down the drain with the increasingly cold water.

The condensation that clung to the mirror, causing the reflection of the orange wall to lighter and look faded.

The paleness of his lover's lips while he wailed.

The upsetting pink staining the tanned face of the heartbroken hero.

How bloodshot they still were, even a week after he was buried.

Sure, he wouldn't have enjoyed seeing him so upset, seeing him wail and shiver as he clung to him under the still running water.

But Katsuki Bakugou's fascination with the colors of his fiancé would have prevailed.

He would have regretted his decision to trust that moron into his home. To curse at him for interrupting his day off.

He knew they would've ruled it as suicide. He also knew his lover would've rejected that decision.

Katsuki was never a sad soul.

Sure, traumatized, filled with unwavering dislike toward anyone except his own lover and those bastards he called friends. He loved them all.

But he never would've killed himself.

He would've told his lover, had the thought ever crossed his mind.