I Will Never Find Another You {Kiribaku - BNHA}

so i'll carry you with me

At first Katsuki doesn't know if what he sees is a dream or one of those ridiculous, life-flashing-before-your-eyes flashbacks you supposedly get before you die, but it's no surprise he sees Eijirou. He's with him, even if somehow he knows that what he's experiencing isn't reality.

The space around them is familiar, but he can't place whether or not he's reliving a memory; there's no sense of deja vu, no specific recognition apart from that vague familiarity.

Eijirou's hand is warm in his—an unusual sensation for one who's usually the warmer of the two. The sidewalk in front of them is littered with gold leaves, casting long shadows in the light of the sunset directly ahead. Half bare trees line each side of the path. The air is warm and still; only a few birds chirp overhead from their perches among the branches. Their footsteps are silent as they walk along, bringing Katsuki's attention to the fact that his feet are bare—no, that both of their feet are bare.

His eyes trail up to Eijirou's face—and then he knows he's in a dream, that this isn't his life flashing before him. Eijirou's hair is long, cascading down around his shoulders, fading from a somewhat washed out red to a dark, silky, velvety black from bottom to top.

Katsuki nearly trips over his own damn feet at the sight, and staggers to a halt when Eijirou's brilliant eyes, reflecting the oranges of the sunset, catch his, and he smiles. The smile is concerned, though. Confused. He doesn't know why Katsuki has stopped. He's wondering if Katsuki is okay, though he doesn't verbalize any of these thoughts. Katsuki just knows.

He reaches up with a somewhat confused frown of his own and brushes his fingers through the hair hanging over Eijirou's left shoulder. It's even softer than it looks, falling easily through his fingers, picking up in the gentle breeze.

Katsuki's breath hitches when Eijirou's smile widens again and steps forward, stretching his chin up just enough to place a gentle, warm kiss on the blonde's forehead. And Katsuki swears it feels like fireworks when those damn soft lips meet his skin, but he has little time to react because the other is tugging him along again—or trying to, that is. Katsuki tugs back, shaking his head in confusion. At the same time, a worried—almost panicked—expression twists up Eijirou's face, distorting those damn beautiful features. He's urgent, with a look that says we really need to keep moving. But Katsuki doesn't get it. Where the fuck are they going? Why are they back near UA? What the fuck is going on?

Am I even fucking alive?

...are you even alive?!

But Eijirou doesn't seem to be getting it, so Katsuki opens his mouth to start hurling the questions at him.

As soon as he tries, the pain hits; it suddenly feels like he's trying to swallow a thousand fucking needles. It's only then when the scene in front of him vanishes and he's left alone, floating through some shitty darkness with nothing to hold onto; there isn't even a trace of the warmth of Eijirou's hand against his palm...

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Waking up sucks because Katsuki knows where he is before he even opens his eyes—the brick-like mattress underneath him is a dead giveaway. Add that on top of the sensation of tape suck to his right arm and the tube thing running across his face, as well as the hum of shitty machinery, and he knows he's back in the damn hospital.

And alive. Somehow.

But that's the least of his worries, because the memory of dumbass Eijirou jumping in front of him in full defense mode surfaces and his eyes fly open.

The room is bright; sunlight streams in from the large window on the left. The room is an exact replica of the one he was in before, but flipped. And Eijirou is right there beside him between the bed and the window, sound asleep. He's leaning over from the chair, his head resting on the mattress beside Katsuki. His hair is down.