Right Here (Kiribaku Fantasy AU)

Chapter 4

Kirishima's POV

It should hurt more than it does. Kirishima had woken to pain. So much pain. His body had been cracking open, his chest constricting. Choking lightheadedness had clouded his mind, his ragged breath spluttering and slowly dying out. Buzzing, droning noise in his ears. There had been a thump, the metallic noise of a knife. Blinking the tears out of his eyes, Kirishima had blurrily seen Bakugou, hands stained with the blood of someone else. Whoever had attacked him.

Kirishima's breath had steadied a bit, knowing that Bakugou was there. He'd get help. Things would be okay. His mind had been numb, but he knew his boyfriend would figure everything out. But at the same time, Kirishima knew he was going to die.

His skin felt like it was shrinking, too tight. Kirishima was trapped in his own head, his body refusing to move from its spot sprawled on the ground. The horrifying feeling of the blood draining out of him seemed to be dissipating. Kirishima knew he was dying, but it was peaceful. The scariest thing was that Kirishima was actually okay with it. It was like he was watching himself dying, rather than lying on the floor himself. All these thoughts sprinted white-hot and urgent, within a near second. Now Kirishima could do nothing but stare up at Bakugou.

Why is he still here? Why isn't he getting help?

Why isn't he doing anything?

Bakugou's expression was far away, betraying no emotion. His eyes were unfocused and not even looking at Kirishima.

Then Kirishima finally realized. He doesn't seem to be able to spare any emotion for me. I guess I'm not worth it. I thought he liked me, but I'm stupid to think I'd ever be good enough in the first place.

I shouldn't have died like this, but I'm willing to die here. Not willing, actually. I hope I die here. I have done nothing with my life but spend my days endlessly trying to please those who I don't even deserve. Why haven't I died sooner?

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Please don't move, Bakugou.

I want to die.

A/N:

I adore messing with Kirishima's head. Actually, I think I use Kirishima for a projection for my own emotions (I am moderately similar to Kirishima personality-wise), which is actually a bit sad now that I think of it. Because the anime spends quite a lot of time with the sunshiney part of him, I wanted to see how fast I could plunge him down the rabbit hole of suicidal depression. He goes from sunshine boi to silent and suicidal.

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