Healing (Sad Kiribaku Story)

the end of my world

"kirishima...?

"kirishima..!?

"KIRISHIMA!!

"No... god please... not Eijirou...

"Eijirou... please... wake up...

"wake up... oh god... Eijirou... Eijirou... please..."

it wasn't even a year. that mother fucker's quirk. his quirk was memory shockwave, making everyone relive the worst memory.

he fell for it. i wasn't there to protect him.

he let go of his quirk.

that fucker had a knife in his hand.

he stabbed him 4 times in the chest.

he tried to run away, but the police caught him and sentenced him to death.

said i couldn't do it because that would be murder, instead putting him in an electric shock chair until he was burnt to a crisp.

...

last month was my eijirou's funeral. the third time i cried in front of people. third times a god damn charm, isn't it..?

i cried so hard that i had to lean on Midoriya for support as the tears ran down my cheeks. i haven't checked up on his since, and i dont even bother to do so.

i'm going to therapy again to learn how to feel again, feel anything else except for this rage inside of me that makes me want to melt someone's face off. see their flesh burn.

i can't even imagine how it felt like. how it felt to make progress. to heal after everything that happened. just to die because of some dumbass who got close enough to stab him with a knife and die so damn easily. i'm never going to find anyone like him. i'll never find someone who will share their whole heart and not just half to me. not someone as caring and loving as he was to me. it makes me sick just saying his name. remembering his voice. his hearty laugh and pointy teeth that would cut my tongue when i kissed him. his reddish-peach colored eyes that pierced my dark crimson eyes when he looked at me. and i'll never forget him.

that's it. that's the whole story. it's a shitty story, and i hate it with my entire being. that's it.

~FIN~