Tied by red

Chapter 2

Kirishima
As he continued on with his day Bakugo pulled through with his promise to 'talk at the end of the day' meaning all day he ignored him. It wasn't that different from what he did with the rest of his classmates though so other people didn't think much of it.

The final bell rang and Kirishima nervously picked up his bag, and started towards the entrance. Along the way he began to feel nervous. What if he doesn't like me? what if he isn't gay? what if he cuts our connection?

Unable to stop himself he felt sick and sprinted towards the bathroom. Locking himself in one of the stalls he leaned against the door and slowly slid to the floor. He blocked his mouth with his hands to stop himself from saying anything stupid, but that didn't stop the thoughts as well as the horrible feeling of bile rising up his throat.

He sat there for a few minutes, panting slightly from both disgust and fear. Coughing slightly Kirishima retched a few times, but nothing came out. His hands trembled as he took a shaky breath, and then another. Each exhale he visualised the fear melting away and before long he had calmed down.

Way to go Kirishima you just had a panic attack in the bathrooms.

As he was standing up to leave he heard the bathroom door swing open and slam violently into the wall before slowly closing and clicking shut quietly.

Kirishima moves quietly so that he was sitting in top of the toilet seat, hugging his knees into his chest so that whoever it was wouldn't see his feet. He heard the footsteps heading towards the sing and the taps switch on before something was put under them. He  could tell that someone was splashing water around before he heard a little. "Shit."

Oh my god it was him. It was his soulmate. Kirishima could recognise that deep husky voice anywhere. He looked at his string and sure enough it was heading straight through the door to the taps out front. Wait, if he could see the string then the blonde boy could too.

Somehow God heard his pleas and the boy grumbled a few inaudiable things before the water stopped and he left with another loud bang of the door. He heard it creak shut and he was alone. How was he supposed to take that?

He got off the toilet and opened his stall door to be met with two scarlet eyes that stared directly into his own. He felt a hand against his chest and was pushed back into the stall, falling heavily onto the toilet seat. The blonde walked in after him and locked the door behind the two of them. Now they were alone.

He looked up at the blonde who was staring him down,  rage, hatred and something else in his eyes. He leaned back as the blonde drew his face closer. Kirishima could feel his breath tickling his skin and it made him squirm. His face blazed as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

This boy looked handsome from afar, but when he's right in front of you he's that much better. Kirishima tried to shuffle back a little but was stopped by the blue tiled walls of the toilets. His red eyes studied Kirishima's face, darting over his slightly chubby cheeks, his wide eyes, pointed teeth and paused momentarily on his scar.

Kirishima wiggled uncomfortably, he hated when people stared at it. He flinched as the blonde slammed a hand into the wall beside him, preventing further movement. He closed his eyes and felt a soft touch run over his right eye, tracing the scar.

"That's pretty manly." The boy breathed and Kirishima's face turned a darker red than before. Opening his eyes he breathed in at the breathtaking sight.

Bakugo was leaning towards him slightly, his shirt lying open and showing off his chest and collarbones, he might catch a cold if he doesn't wear a tie. Bakugo's face was relaxed, his eyebrows not in the sharp, pointed look of hate. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were staring softly into his own.

"Umm, what are you doing?" The blonde's eyes seemed to clear slightly and he blinked a few times before scowling and withdrawing a few steps. His crimson eyes darkened to a blood red. The two of them stayed there, unmoving until the blonde let out a little "tch" before turning around and unlocking the door.

Before he left he turned to glare over his shoulder at the paralysed redhead. Raising his right hand he pointed to the string and then back into the redhead's eyes.

"Tell anyone about this, and you'll be my first 'accidental murder' as a hero." And with that remark Bakugo was gone. He arrived like a nightmare and left like a daydream, leaving the poor boy's head in a mess.

Kirishima cursed himself for saying anything, all the possible other scenarios running through his head. He could have touched him back, he could have said something nice or cute or sexy or...

Gripping his wrist tightly he breathed deeply to calm himself down, suppressing the growing feeling of hate and fear.

Sitting there for another few minutes he plucked up the courage to get up, washing his hands in case anyone suddenly came in, and left. His bag bounced against his back rhythmically as he made his way out the school gates. Now he had the entire night to contemplate what had happened, and how he would get that boy to be his.