BNHA Oneshots

☁/⭐ - Gone - Kiribaku

Warning: this chapter contains swearing, sad Kirishima, a small makeout scene, and more bxb because I cannot be satisfied-

His eyes were blank. They were empty pools of red, never fixed on a certain point, never fully paying attention. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see him like this. He who was always grinning. He who was always laughing. His eyes were dead.

Kirishima Eijirou had never looked so helpless.

He didn't smile his toothy grin. He didn't crack a joke to try and lessen the tension in the air. He only stared ahead mutely, his lips straight. His shoulders were slumped. It was painful. For his classmates to see him like this, and for him to feel this way.

His bro, his best friend, his boyfriend had been kidnapped. And he did nothing. He stood around in a safe classroom, away from all the danger. He was safe while his closest friend was running around in the middle of the forest, in danger.

He remembered how it felt when Midoriya, Shouji, and Todoroki met up with the rest of them. All three were staring at the ground. He should've guessed something was wrong from that. Bakugou wasn't there, either. But he thought it was because he was doing something else he deemed more important.

He remembered how it felt when Midoriya slowly looked up from the packed dirt straight to Kirishima. His green eyes were full of guilt, sadness, and regret. He should've guessed something was wrong. He should've known.

He remembered how it felt when Midoriya told him they got him. They got Kacchan. They got Bakugou. They got Katsuki. He was gone.

He choked on his words, clutching his throat as they formed a lump he couldn't dismiss just by gulping. It felt like swallowing a thousand tiny rocks over and over again. His heart thudded against his rib cage so violently he was afraid it would shatter the bones. There was a gentle hand on his shoulder but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything. He was gone. They both were.

For some reason, his thoughts flashed to that day of endurance training at U.A.'s pool.

"Come on, Katsuki," he sighed. "It's just training with the class! How is this different from regular lessons?" Bakugou gave him a weird look, like he just sprouted two heads.

He sat up from his spot on Kirishima's bed and held up three fingers. "One, it's fucking Saturday. Why would I waste a day with our shitty classmates when I could just spend it here? Two, I'm with you. That's better than anything we do in lessons. Three, Deku will probably be there."

Kirishima shook his head at the hatred in his voice at his third reason. He sat down beside the ash blond, their thighs and shoulders touching. He propped his chin up on his shoulder. Bakugou looked down at him, unimpressed.

"But I'm gonna go. So that only gives you one reason for not going," he pointed out. Bakugou rolled his eyes and then his shoulder, making Kirishima have to pull away with a little grumble.

"You can't make me go. I don't want to," growled the champagne-haired hothead. Kirishima smirked to himself and practically danced his fingers up his boyfriend's arm. He leaned close to his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline. Bakugou was frozen.

"We're going to a pool. Know what that means?" Kirishima mused. "It means swim suits." He kissed the corner of Bakugou's lips now, slowly getting closer and closer until he would just pull away. It was foolproof. If Bakugou was denied affection, he would do what the redhead wanted to get it again. Kaminari called him 'whipped.' He wasn't wrong.

Suddenly there was a hand hooked around his neck, bringing him upwards. Their lips met furiously. Kirishima's eyes widened and he tried to move away (his plan was crumbling!) but Bakugou slipped his other arm around his waist. He was tugged onto his lap, now straddling him.

Bakugou pulled away the slightest bit. When he talked, their lips brushed. "I can see you shirtless whenever I want..." Kirishima's face was as red as his hair when Bakugou shoved him off of him and onto the bed. He only watched, flabbergasted, as the ash blond made his way to the door.

"Come on, Shitty Hair. You were the one that wanted to go in the first place." Kirishima scrambled after him.

"Kirishima..?"

His knees crumpled. He was right there. He was with him. Where did he go? Where was Bakugou? He just had him. He lost him. Where was he? What did he do?

"Kirishima?"

He dug his hands into his scarlet tresses. He couldn't do anything. Bakugou was gone, and he did nothing. Nothing at all. What kind of a boyfriend was he? No. No. What kind of man was he? He wasn't. He wasn't a man, he wasn't a hero, he wasn't a friend.

"Kirishima!"

Someone was shaking him. Who? He looked up through a bleary screen. Why was everything so blurry? He could make out blond hair. Bakugou? Was it really him? It was just a nightmare?

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." Arms were wrapped around him. His lay limp at his sides as he stared ahead with wide eyes. No. It wasn't Bakugou. It was Kaminari.

Katsuki was gone.