Just another song I thought match well with Kiri's feelings towards Bakugou ^ω^
Kirishima couldn't stop his heart from fluttering uncontrollably in his chest as he stood outside Bakugou's apartment. He had been staring at the button for the doorbell for minutes, imagining all the different things that could happen if he did press it. That was probably a bad idea. Half of him already hoped he wasn't home and he wouldn't have to confront him. Kirishima's insides felt as if they had been twisted into knots giving him the weirdest of sensations to accompany the sickening fear and his shot nerves.
But he wanted to see him. He wanted to see the omega's red eyes up close again, run his hands through his spikey blonde hair, breath in the caramel scent he was missing so much. But most of all he wanted Bakugou to forget that fear in his eyes and see him smile again. That's why he had to push on. He was this close so how could he turn back now.
He pressed down the doorbell and listened to it echo dimly through the apartment. Then he waited, shuffling his feet under him.
The tension inside him only grew as he waited in silence. A few minutes passed before he reached up and rang the bell again. He was so on edge now he was having an internal struggle to keep himself in one spot and not run away. Then he heard the muffled sound of a voice behind the door his breath caught in his throat. The door swung open into a dark hallway and he immediately found the sharp red gaze that glared straight at him.
It felt like a stormy beach had suddenly calmed and a wave of relief washed over him at the sight of the omega. His messy blonde hair had fallen a little more over his face, close to covering his rose-coloured eyes which had widened as he registered that Kirishima was standing right in front of him. He wanted so badly to reach out a hand and touch him where he stood less than a meter away. Bakugou was so close.
"Kirishima." The sound of Bakugou's voice drew Kirishima's eyes back up to his face from his body. Was that a tremble in his voice? Kirishima was suddenly aware of the expression Bakugou had on his face, the almost curled up way he was standing as the blonde took a step away, backing into his apartment. He was pale, his mouth held half open as his eyes flickered over Kirishima's face, glazed over with shock and terror.
"Katsuki." Kirishima tried to keep his voice gentle but it was hard to stay composed, a lump forming in his throat. He's scared of me? The alpha lifted his hand slowly and ventured it towards the cowering blonde. What have I done to make him like this?
Before he was within reach, Bakugou caught sight of the hand that was moving towards him and was spurred into action. He grasped the doorknob and swung the door back, almost managing to slam the door back closed.
"Katsuki!" Kirishima didn't think about what he was doing, leaping forward towards the quickly closing door and the omega inside. He activated his quirk as the door barrelled into him, wedging him between it and the doorframe.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled at the floor, still trying to force the door closed on Kirishima. I was very aware that my voice cracked as I shouted, my chest aching painfully. My eyes were blurring as I looked towards the floor, pushing my forearm and side up against the wood of the door. I couldn't look at him and see the emotion on his face as I tried to force him away again.
"Because I want to see you, okay?" I heard strain in Kirishima's voice and my pressure against the door faltered. Kirishima was pressing against it on his side and forcing me back. I felt a rough, half-hardened hand wrap around my wrist, gently trying to get me to let go.
I let out a small sound and flinch away from his grasp, my hand leaving the doorknob in the process. With a slam the door hit the wall and I stumbled back as Kirishima fell into the hallway.
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The Things You Left Behind | Kiribaku Omegaverse |
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