Right Here (Kiribaku Fantasy AU)

Chapter 19

a/N: sorry guys I've been a lil distracted lately cause MCR GOT BACK TOGETHER! KILLJOYS WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT IM SO LONELY

Anyway, this is ending soon so whooooooooo

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Kirishima knew this was so, so much worse than the mundanity of normal life. And he was so, so guilty.  

There was something he should have been doing. Waking Bakugou up? Running away? 

Kirishima wasn't quite sure, but his mind was moving faster than he could follow, and he just wanted to be dead. Maybe it would finally be quiet if he choked himself to sleep. 

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Bakugou blinked a little bit. His vision was hazy, the coppery taste of blood lingering in the back of his throat. The walls came into focus, and there was Kirishima, eyes wide, his hands shaking. His bloodshot eyes darted around, muscles quivering. Painfully alert and ready to run.  

Then it all came back. The crushing truth of everything Kirishima had yelled. And Bakugou couldn't even console himself by pretending that Kirishima had been exaggerating. And he said the only thing he could think of. 

"Ejirou? Could you help me up?" 

Kirishima bent down, time running too slow and too fast at the same time, and then there were tears running down both their faces. Their hands were clasped together and suddenly they were stumbling over their words, talking over each other in a desperate attempt to make things right. Something aligned at that moment, things seemed to shift into place, the full picture of their terrible, utterly tragic life laid out in Bakugou's mind like a fairytale. Nothing had turned out correctly. Nothing had worked well enough to be a fantasy. They could never be a story whispered in the night from a parent to a child. It was all too gory, too disgusting, too terrible because they'd all screwed up way too many times for it to ever be okay.

 And so Bakuogu found himself whispering out more lies. 

"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." 

And that was all their lives were built on, wasn't it?

Lies and lies and more lies. Mountains of them, piling into the distance. And these were like 3 am thoughts, the things your mind muttered in the dark; the ideas remembered only to be found sappy and stupid in the morning. 

But that was all okay. Bakugou was okay. 

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The sun was just the right amount of blinding, and hell, this was Kirishima's type of fairytale. They were asleep on the ground, snuggled under furs and warmer than he'd been in a while. Bakugou's eyes stayed closed, hair fluffed up from sleep. There was a little bit of blood on the back of his hair, the remnants of their fight. But Bakugou'd taken the last of Uraraka's old healing potions and maybe the bruise would be better once he woke up. 

Kirishima found his mind comfortable with wandering with little things about Bakugou. He had a tiny freckle on his eyelid, and his hair was actually a light brown at the roots. 

And then Bakugou's eyes opened, and Kirishima was in love all over again. 

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"What're you looking at, Shitty Hair?" 

Bakugou muttered, smiling a bit. Kirishima's eyes were a little puffy from all the crying the night before, but he looked... Bakugou turned away a little bit, getting to his feet and running a hand through his hair. Kirishima scrambled after, suddenly looking anxious. 

"D-don't you think we... need to talk?"

"About what?" 

Bakugou found his voice gruff and dismissive. He didn't care. The night before had been a mere anomaly, he told himself. It was a brief argument. Now things could go back to normal. 

"Bakugou, you can't keep ignoring this. Ignoring us." 

Kirishima flitted about nervously, hands fidgeting. Bakugou scoffed. 

"What's "us"?" 

Kirishima exhaled, a hint of a growl in his voice. Bakugou could tell he was digging his heels in, ready to argue. 

"Bakugou, I've decided I'm in love. You're not changing that." 

The blonde's shoulders tensed at that. 

Love's a little too strong of a word, don't you think, Eji?

"Kirishima... you're not in love with me. You might like me, sure, but you're not in love."

Kirishima bristled and firmly grabbed Bakugou by the wrist. 

"Remember when you came back from that bitch Himiko Toga? You were a fucking mess. And it was destroying me. You wouldn't even look at me. You know, after I got you back, I thought we were at an all-time low. I thought, hey, things can't get worse than this, yeah? But they did. You were disgusted by me. And I really thought that you would leave. And you didn't. Because I was your last resort. I was sure that once you found somewhere better to go, you would just ditch me, because why not? I meant nothing to you. And I really, really hated that. I hated myself, I hated you, I hated us. But I'm still in love. Don't try to convince me otherwise." 

Kirishima stared at Bakugou, frozen in place, waiting for a response. When nothing happened, he only chuckled a little. 

"I suppose I would kiss you now, but you don't seem to like it when I touch you," Kirishima released the blonde's wrist, scoffing bitterly but still smiling. "Oh well, I guess." 

Bakugou reached out, and he wanted to make things okay... 

He pulled Kirishima by the back of the shirt, flipped him around, and kissed him.