I Will Never Find Another You {Kiribaku - BNHA}

white walls

please bear with me as i try my hand at third person omniscient. i used to be pretty good at it but i'm kind of out of practice, so it might feel more like random perspective changes. sorry >.<

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It feels like an entire fucking century has passed when Katsuki regains consciousness, and the second he does, he's surprised. Surprised to actually be waking the fuck up. Surprised at how damn loud the thudding behind his ears is, at how hot he feels.

He lacks strength, though. His eyelids themselves feel about a thousand pounds each, and it takes an exhausting amount of effort to just barely crack them open.

Shit... he thinks. I'm fucking alive.

His next thought is Ei... where's Eijirou?

The room around him is unfamiliar, but it only takes a couple seconds to realize he's surrounded by the white walls of a shitty hospital room, on a too-hard hospital bed with something taped down to his left forearm. An IV. Of course.

With sandpaper eyes, he surveys the room—a door to the left, another that probably leads to a bathroom, a counter spanning the wall beside it, a bench built into the wall in front of him with a TV mounted above it. The window, overlooking something he can't see, is to his right, beneath it a small leather couch. And to the right of that is a matching chair, though it's what's in the chair that renders it important, seeing as it's directly to his right and he's forced to turn his head to see.

Eijirou's asleep in that chair, halfway curled up on his right side with a pillow in his arms. As usual, his dumb mouth hangs open and his breathing is light but audible. His hair's down, too, and splayed about behind him, tangled in a few places. Even asleep he looks exhausted, and it's only then that Katsuki remembers what happened, remembers how much he fucked up. Remembers why he's even here.

As much as he wants to wake Ei and demand to know what happened for sure, to know that all the people they were trying to save are safe, and to know that Eijirou himself is okay (or, okay enough—he's clearly been crying; the red-rimmed eyes give that away), he doesn't. It's something of a miracle that Ei is sleeping now, after everything. He's always been a bit of an insomniac, and stress is what keeps him up until Katsuki wakes to find him pacing around restlessly—too damn nice to wake Katsuki up in the first place—only to be pulled back into bed and soothed to sleep.

It's... probably only been a day, but Katsuki misses the silky feeling of Eijirou's stupid hair between his fingers. Misses his dumb warmth pressed against his back. Misses the color of his stupid fucking eyes.

Fucking gross...

As much as Katsuki might want to, he can't go back to sleep. He's too hot—but it's not a kind of hot that makes him sweat, that makes his quirk so much stronger. It's a heat radiating from the inside out; feels as if something is burning through his veins, eating away at his nerves. It's not unbearable. He's felt worse. Hell, the shitty puncture wounds and that damn gaping hole in his side were a hundred times worse, but he can't feel those now. Must be painkillers—the same damn things causing him to have those sappy-ass thoughts about his loser boyfriend.

So instead of sleeping, he watches the idiot in the corner who's very nearly snoring. Unusual, but not something that's never happened before. Eijirou only snores when he's really asleep, when something's exhausted him so much—like several long days of endless hero work when they barely had any time for themselves... or each other, outside of saving people, interviews, and other publicity bullshit that they can't even do together most of the time after having decided to keep their relationship private from the world.

Katsuki admittedly just wishes that Eijirou was asleep beside him, in his arms, instead of across the room.

Resigning himself to the fact that as long as he's in this shitty, too-hard bed with all sorts of shit hooked to him, he probably won't get to lay next to his Dumb Haired loser at all, Katsuki closes his eyes and chooses to listen to the soft, slow sound of Eijirou's breathing.