Kiribaku smut 30 Day Oneshots**continuations**

Im sorry pt 2/2

*Not beta read please don't fight me*

Katsuki looked on as an uncountable amount of pro heroes, policemen and paramedics lifted the rubble off of the redhead and pulled him, or whatever was left of him, on a stretcher.

The walk back home was strenuous. Katsuki never knew how quickly one could run out of tears. His head was pounding, and his breaths were shallow. Every once in a while he would stop and lean his weight on a nearby wall or car to recenter his footing. The night was unnaturally cold for June, so much so, the blonds huffed breaths forced tiny clouds out. The phone he had to run to his house to grab buzzed, he threw it behind him. His steps we're purely instinctual, he just knew where he was going. Replacing his left shoe were shards of glass or rock. Whatever it was, he didn't have the energy to stop and look down. He tasted blood in his mouth, soon accompanied with slightly salty but bitter tears. Wasn't he out of those? Soon enough his feet could feel the ruffle of a welcome mat. He twisted the door nob. Locked. His pat around his body and froze.

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"Katsuki! I can't find them!" Kirishima yelled from the living room. He was lifting up the couch cushions, and then he started lifting the couch. What an adorable idiot.

"Find what?" Katsuki questions, he walks out of the steamy bathroom and into the living room, with nothing but towels around his waist and hung around his shoulders.

"...the keys," Kirishima says, smiling a looking away.

"The keys." Katsuki takes a deep breath, Kirishima is already prepared for an earful.

"I didn't buy and hang the key holder right in front of the fucking door for decoration Kirishima! Fuck, you're the one who picked out the color!"

Kirishima winced, he hadn't checked the key holder, had he?

The redhead sprang up and ran to the door, playfully smiling as he dug his hand into the red key dish next to the coat hanger to find the keys sitting there. Who would have known?

"False alarm! I've found them!"

Bakugou smiled. "Pathetic." he joked. Leaving the room to change but before he could reach the door Kirishima clutched on to his shoulders. Katsuki turned, just in time to see Kirishima yank the towel off of his waist.

"What the fuck!" he yelled, reaching for the towel, Kirishima lifted it high over his head, laughing uncontrollably.

"Take it back!" the other teased, making wrist motions like he would throw the towel, which Katsuki was sure he wouldn't, he knew that was the blonds favorite towel! He wouldn't dirty it on purpose, right?

"Fuck you! It's true! Now give it back! It's fucking cold!"

Kirishima only held it higher.

"Geez! You're not pathetic! Now give my damn towel!" Katsuki asserted. He tried to scowl, but no other facial expression could clear the smile he had on his face.

The other hummed. "I'm not satisfied. M' still pretty upset with you."

Katsuki groaned, but it sounded more like a chuckle than he intended.

He rolled his eyes and kissed the bridge of Kirishima's nose, his left cheek and then his right, planting the last on the other's lips. Soft lips kissed back, as best he could through a huge smile.

"Wow, look at this, you've been forgiven!" Kirishima said. He smiled so hard it wrinkled his face. He handed Katsuki his towel, smiling, the other turned to finally get changed.