BNHA Imagines

angst bakukiri

Kirishima was always hopeful in his relationship with Bakugo

Kirishima knew, and fully understood that with them both being pro heroes, there wasn't as much downtime as he hoped. He made due, enjoying the fun movienights and dinners they could salvage. Sure, Bakugo didn't act like he wanted to go on a date, but a reassuring handhold always comforted Kirishima. A hug, or maybe a small gift was immeasurable from Bakugo.

Yey, things were becoming strained.

Kirishima could feel it, and although he hated to admit, he was walking around eggshells with Bakugo. As if any wrong step would cause a big, blow out fight.

Bakugo wasn't at their shared apartment as often nowadays.

"Hero shit." He would say over the phone in an attempt to comfort Kirishima.

"Okay. See you when I get home. Love you babe."

"Yeah yeah, don't wait up and get some sleep, nerd."

Bakugo had set times he would be on and off duty, and definitely wouldn't be the one to clamber for overtime. Yet he was always out late, coming home tired, not like himself. Occasional whiffs of alcohol clinging to his scent.

It was only after the umpteenth time that Kirishima started to suspect something. Maybe, just maybe.....

Kirishima had pushed the thought away for ages. He didn't believe it. Sure, Bakugo had his charm, but he wouldn't stoop low as to cheat.

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It was a coincidence. A coincidence that happened to put Kirishima on the same patrol route as Bakugo. A route Bakugo was supposedly taking for extra hero work.

And as he patrolled streets, alleyways, anything, he found himself out front of a bar. Bakugo wasn't anywhere to be found, and Kirshima had grown worried.

Murmurs containing his name drifted through his ears as he stepped inside. The bar was fairly empty, dancers mulling about the stage, helping clean up.

When his eyes landed on Bakugo, it was a whole other story. He was sitting with a girl and a boy, both leaning into the conversation he was having. He had that smile. That fucking arrogant smile on his face. A smile that Kirishima recognized immediately. He was enjoying himself.

"Katsuki."

The bar was quiet enough for Kirishima's voice to carry. Bakugo's head snapped up immediately, the boy and girl looked in Kirishimas's direction as well.

The curse was loud, and Kirishima almost didn't hear it. He was just out the door as quick as he entered.

The night was more vibrant now. His heart was beating and he was angry

But he really felt anguish.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a hand yanked his arm.

Bakugo stood before him, an undescribable look on his face. His grip was firm, but began to loosen.

"I'm sorry. You don't understand what was happening back there."

"Hero stuff? Right? Or do you care to pull another excuse out of your ass? Here, take your phone out and call me, maybe it'll make it seem more believable."

Kirishima took his phone from his pocket and shoved it into Bakugo's face

Before Bakugo could open his mouth to speak again, Kirishima was struck by a wave of pain. He felt betrayed, tricked, an absolutely devastated.

"I trusted you, Bakugo. I let it slide when you had to skip out on dinners, or home came late. I trusted that you were being true to me."

Bakugo could only stand there, hands clenched.

"Let's go home and talk this out."

Kirishima scoffed.

"I'm tired of being home. You fucking left me alone, wondering if I was good enough for you? All the time I spent waiting for you, I could have been doing something worthwhile."

He was in Bakugo's face now, finger on his chest, pushing him away. Bakugo slapped his hand away, and it stung.

"You don't fucking get it, you dumbass!"

Bakugo's yell was frightening, echoing across the block. His hands were open, sparks lighting up his face. Kirishima's skin was completely hard, quirk activated to it's full extent. It broke his heart to know that for one quick second, he didn't feel safe.

"I'm not doing this shit. We're done." He whispered, not having the heart to say it any louder.

"Dont you fucking dare."

Bakugos growl was threatening, and his eyes were dark.

"Its over. I'm renting a hotel and your crap better be out by tomorrow." Kirishima muttered. He wasn't feeling. He thought it would hurt, or at least he would cry. But he just stood in the sidewalk, watching Bakugo glare at him.

"I hope you know what you just did, Bakugo."

He turned around, and only made it one step before his wrist was grabbed. Tightly.

Kirishima almost reacted blindly. He spun, arm becoming hard, and stiff-armed Bakugo's chest. He fell back, not expecting the hit

"Get the fuck off."

And that was it.

Kirishima turned away, his skin becoming normal with each step. He was becoming increasingly aware of his fatigue from the hero work, and the pain in his chest. It took him a moment to realize that it was adrenaline leaving his body.

Bakugo stayed on the ground, and the last thing Kirishima heard from him was from a block away, a strangled yell ripping through the air, and blinking explosions becoming smaller and smaller in the sky.

And he walked, and walked, until he couldn't any more. He found an alley, collapsing against the wall.

Tears fell, and would fall for a long time.