Fatal Battleground [Completed?]

Prologue

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Kirishima's pov

Screaming.

That's all I heard along with the mixture of crying and sirens. I was clinging to my boyfriend's hand as we were rushed down the hallway in a crowd of people.

"Katsuki!"

He glanced back at me, trying to yell over everyone else. "Yeah!?" I held on to him tightly, but before I could get another word out, he was ripped away from me.

"Eijiro!"

"Kat!"

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Nobody knew what was going on that day.

But if I had known, I probably would've held on a little tighter in the hallway.

I would've told him I loved him one last time.

I would have given him a goodbye kiss.

We were young and stupid, so we didn't even think of that.

Most sixteen year old's don't.

But it's been six years since the outbreak.

I wont give up until I find him, whether he's alive or dead.