✄ || Silicone // KiriTodoBakuDeku

Chapter One: Vitreous

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I'd only ever met one man I'd truly call the love of my life. His name is Kirishima Eijirou. We've been a couple for over a year now, and I've already asked him to marry me.

He had luscious red hair that shined in the moonlight, and sharp teeth that dug through the dinner I made when he'd visit. He was everything to me. I would never cheat on him. He was my world. Why would I leave him for someone else? It's like saying you want to go to mars, but why? We have everything here on earth!

My feelings first rose to the surface during our first year in high school. Back in our freshman year, I had a massive crush on him. Like, who wouldn't?

He had slammed his way into the classroom on the first day of school and embarrassed himself. He sat in front of the classroom, as I always found myself staring at his hair. It looks sharp, yet so soft. And it was. Turns out he uses Dove shampoo and conditioner.

But I only had the guts to actually ask him out the next year. But there was still something poking at my memories.

You see, I had this childhood friend who had tufts of soft green hair, face littered with freckles, and eyes that shined like diamonds. I spent most of my childhood bullying him, but I don't remember much about him.

He was like an admirer that never left me alone. I recall a time we were actually friends. He had developed his quirk late, but I don't think he had ever shown it. He was always secretive and didn't dare to share what most things about him that made him unique. I guess he transferred out.

But that's in the past now.

Junior year in U. A was usually difficult. There were always freshmen who didn't know how things worked and often thought they were all that. There was this fresh-woman down by the entrance talking shit about another girl. I heard the urge to blow her up right there.

Fortunately, I had fixed my temper ever since dating Kirishima. He'd been there when I almost killed Todoroki for starting some shit. In my defense, I was left unattended.

"Bakugou, do you mind helping me carry these boxes down into the storage room?" Iida asked, motioning to a stack of small boxes.

"Oh-uh, Sure," I replied casually.

I really didn't have anything to do, and Krishima didn't plan on coming to my dorm tonight. He had to help Aizawa with some stuff. I grabbed at least three, but automatically felt the pressure weighing my hands down.

I almost toppled over, but Iida quickly grabbed me before I fell.

"Be careful, Bakugou." He scoffed, "These things were from our first year, here!"

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the cardboard, "like?"

I heard Iida groan, and open one of them. It realized that he had opened one of the smaller ones after he pulled out an old yearbook.

"Why are they so ducking heavy?!" I practically screamed, "It's just a book!"

"Not just any yearbook, Bakugou!" Iida scolded, "This was the one from our first year here."