Im using Kirishima's POV in this chapter and this chapter only. I just think it's important for you guys to know what it's like in his eyes without giving anything away. Thanks! :)
**the next day, towards the end of class
The thoughts came swirling all at once. The thoughts of loneliness, hurt, lost bliss. I clutched the edges of my desk. I tried to catch a glimpse of the clock, but my vision was edged with haze. I can't focus on anything. I fought to keep a smile plastered on my face while Kaminari spoke to me excessively. I wasn't listening to what he was saying. I suppressed my pained expression and stared at him calmly. Alright. Two more minutes until the bell rings. Them i'm out. I don't want to be out. I don't want to leave the comfort of friends, the warmth of happiness. I didn't want to step out of the school doors. The thoughts have already interrupted the most pleasant part of my day. To what extent would it grow? The loud ringing of the bell snapped me out of my unfavorable thoughts. "Well, I'm headed towards my after school tutoring," the electric boy groaned. I shot him a smile. "Sure thing! I'll see you Monday, Kaminari!" He waved on his way out the door. I gathered my books at an uninspiring pace, and treaded towards my locker. I almost didn't notice the person looming over me through my dread.
"K-Kaichi?" I choked out his name, a couple of books sliding from my stack. The tall, attractive pink haired boy bent down and scooped up my fallen items. "Listen, Eijirou..." Kaichi handed me my books and I snatched them from him, spinning to put them in my locker. "I don't want to listen," I fought the growing tears, like a overfilled cup about to crack from pressure. I traded my books out for my bag. "Just for a moment," his soothingly familiar voice didn't waver as I slammed my locker door. I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him. He hurt me. I'm used to hurt. Okay, I'm used to it. When I didn't walk away, Kaichi took his chance. "I want you back, Eijirou. I want all of it back.." my breath hitched as he went on, "I miss your smile and your comfort, and most importantly your touch.." He leaned and cradled my face gently. I tried my best to maintain a non desperate expression. I missed it too. "No, Kaichi. You don't miss me. You miss the idea of me," I started shaking when I remembered how harshly he used me. He is not a good person. "That's not it. It's only been a day and i've lost it. It sucks without you," He placed a hand next to my head, trapping me against the lockers with his size. My lip quivered, making his eyes flicker towards it. I noticed. "All i'm asking for is another chance," he smiled seductively. It was tempting to embrace him, forgive him, touch him again. To feel his lips pressed softly against mine, all my worries melting away like sugar on butter. Then memories of his cruelty and abuse flashed in my battered and helpless mind. My glass almost overflowing with sorrow cracked, and my tears poured out unceasingly. Kaichi's thumb grazed the bandaid on my cheek. "Oh..i'm sorry about that. My quirk messes up sometimes," he explained apologetically. I knew he did it on purpose. It was the only injury he ever put on me, and he almost hated himself for it.
(Kaichi's quirk is razor blades. The ends of his fingers, his neck, and his forearms can produce razor blades which he can either keep attacthed to his skin, or them off and throw them.)
My eyes flashed with hatred. "You look so welcoming, Kaichi.." I wasn't trying to choke back my tears anymore, "How dare you look so innocent! I wanted you to be perfect..trust me. I wanted to be with you forever, but you..you..ah.." my confidence depleted as I saw his soft expression turn into a mocking one. "Come on Eijirou.." his tranquil voice showing signs of greed. His lips inched towards mine and I found myself frozen in place. Im such a coward. Bakugou's right, i'm a loser. I can't even stand up for myself. Do I want Kaichi? Almost as if on cue, Bakugou walked out of the class room, clutching a stack of papers angrily. "Dammit Kirishima you loser, you forgot your paperwork. How are you supposed to pass mathematics if you keep doi-" when Bakugou looked up he stopped mid sentence. Kaichi's eyes snapped open and he whipped his head to stare at the ash blonde. "What the hell is going on here?" Bakugou's growl rang through the empty hallways. He looked us both up and down, studying me even more so than Kaichi. "Who is this, Eijirou?" Kaichi slipped his hand around my waist, almost as if claiming me. "Eijirou?" Bakugou scoffed. I stood stiffly. Why can't I speak? Or move? "B-Bakugou!" I forced out the words loudly. "Bakugou. It's very nice to meet you, but you just ever so rudely interrupted a private conversation," nevertheless, his eyes sparked with a devilish interest. "The only rude thing about this conversation is that your privates are about to get interrupted. Don't talk down on me, scum." Bakugou snarled at Kaichi, taking a threatening step forwards. Kaichi wrapped his arms around my waist and turned his back towards Bakugou, ignoring him, and leaving my sorry self pressed against his chest. Kaichi planted a soft, gentle kiss on my nose, making my eyes grow teary. I miss him...mostly because he's the closest thing to 'safe' i've ever had. "Don't ignore me, you overgrown looking twat!" Bakugou clutched Kaichi's shoulder, spinning him around and making him release me. I was a little sad when I felt the embrace lift. Everything's sad these days. Kaichi's razor blades sprouted from his fingertips, and he stood toe to toe with an angry Bakugou.
The thoughts poked at me again. Poked and poked, until it was no longer considered poking. They were jabbing at me, stabbing and every puncture gushing with my pride and confidence. As if they were being drained from me. Everything grew dark, sad. A tint was placed on everything. I looked up just in time to see Bakugou's face strike with realization. He's pretty handsome too. "Are you the dirt bag who's been putting those wounds on Kirishima?" He raged in Kaichi's face. "Which ones?" The pink haired boy took my hand and pulled me forwards gently to stand with him, "If your talking about a few hickeys then I wholeheartedly take credit," he said snickering. I could barely see through the tint of darkness, but I stared at Kaichi. Why does his touch drive me mad? I guess you can't get over anyone in a day. Then I looked at Bakugou. Enraged, tense. He's pretty...
I tightened my grip on Kaichi's hand, and then tugged it away to place both of my hands behind my back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want Kaichi back just a little bit.
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wow im sorry half of my story deleted how fun/i fixed it though
