This is a long chapter I have a lot of information to put out there in this chapter so we can move on to the good stuff.
--Bakugo's POV--
Everything was dark. I couldn't move or speak. I felt like I was awake, but I couldn't do anything. All that I could do was lay quietly as the ambulance sirens screamed in my ears.
I could feel someone was still shaking me and begging me to get up.
"Please! Bakugo, breathe!" She cried out over and over again.
Why can't I breathe? I'm so tired... I can't move... It feels like i'm sleeping.. but I'm not asleep. Am I dying...?
Is this what it feels like to die?
I felt a harsh pressure on my chest, then someone lifting me onto a board. They pressed down on my chest over and over again. "Come on man! Breathe!" They said over and over again.
Sweaty hands grabbed my wrist and held it there. Shakily they pulled away and stopped compression.
I hear a gasp, "Somebody call Kirishima..." They say between sobs.
I take in a deep breath and air floods my lungs. I cough a sputter. All the feelings I had felt before crush me like a weight. My stomach lurches and salty tears roll down my face. Why couldn't I just have died?
Everything is so blurry the entire way to the hospital.
--Kirishima's POV--
I'm awoken to the sound of a vacuum cleaner outside my door. My eyes opened slightly just so I could see the light filtering in through the window. Subconsciously I looked down at my arms expecting to see Bakugo...
But...
I don't want to think about that anymore.
My mom opens the door and announces she is going to be cleaning the hall with the vacuum cleaner. Kind of late to announce it though since she had already woken me up with it. I just lay back onto my bed as she shuts the door.
The loud vacuuming keeps me awake but I'm too tired to get up. A lump forms in my throat and I try desperately to swallow it. Tears build up in my eyes. I had hoped I would feel better today but the pain still follows me around everywhere I go. I can't get away from it.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." I muttered to myself and bite my lip. I bite down harder and harder until I could feel the iron, bitter taste of blood seeping into my mouth.
I can hear my phone ringing in another room, but I don't have the courage to go grab it. Maybe I should transfer so I never have to deal with this pain again. I'm so unmanly...
I'm sick of the noises coming from the vacuum so I wrap the pillow around my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. Now in the quiet, my thoughts have an opportunity to attack me.
You shouldn't have masturbated with him.
You shouldn't have violated him like that.
He hates you.
You're a monster.
You took advantage of him while he was drunk.
Your friends are mad at you.
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Alcohol and Explosive Quirks Don't Mix Well {KiriBaku Fanfiction}
ФанфикWhen Bakugo experiments with some adult beverages he is left dizzy, confused, and out of control of his quirk. When he decided to go to Kirishima for help he finds himself wishing he were in this predicament more often. Art not mine, characters belo...