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This isn't Kirishima, is it? This can't be him. Because the pale boy lying on the ground, choking morbidly in his own blood couldn't be Kirishima. But who was it then. It had to be some sort of pale reflection - like the mirage of towering mountains in a lake. The real mountains were large, powerful and infallible - just like Kirishima. The reflection in the lake was paled, dimmed, distorted. This boy who laid in a cold cave, death clawing at his soul wasn't Kirishima. Sure, it looks like him, Bakugou assured himself, his mind churning sluggishly. But it's not him.
So Bakugou sat down on the ground and watched. Watched as the boy's mouth opened, trying to say something. Why should I care? I don't know him. So Bakugou watched as the life seeped out of the boy's bones, watched as his eyes sank closed.
But the boy didn't die.
The boy's chest just kept rising and falling. The blood just kept slowly oozing out and running down his neck. But he was dying. Bakugou could feel the oncoming cold radiating off the boy's body, but he did nothing to stop it.
At some point, it occurred to Bakugou that maybe, just maybe he should call Uraraka. Uraraka potions had healed things like this.
But the shards of Bakugou's minds that worked properly scrabbled at the notion that this wasn't someone he knew, so it didn't really matter.
It couldn't be Kirishima, so it wasn't.
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When the sun was steadily starting to climb into the high sky, Bakugou dimly heard footsteps behind him. Laughter and talking punctuated the air - happy sounds. Bakugou turned around, ready to greet them with his usual gruff but pleased hello, but when they rounded the corner, the group stopped. A shocked scream cut through the warm air. Uraraka, Iida, and Deku rushed over. Uraraka pulled a vial out of her bag and quickly began to apply the thick liquid to the red-haired stranger's neck. Bakugou frowned. Why do they care so much about this boy? We don't know him. But then Iida grabbed his shoulders.
"Bakugou-san, what happened? Why didn't you call us?!?" Iida's eyes were wide, panic constricting his voice.
Bakugou blinked slowly. The sense of cold confusion and numbness was thawing, replaced by something much, much worse.
That was the real Kirishima, wasn't it?
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FanfictionSEQUEL TO "DIFFERENT NOW" IS OUT!! Kirishima thought getting with Bakugou was hard. Staying together was harder - but together, they can face anything... right?
