chimerical [bakushima]

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kirishima's footsteps rang out as he ran away from the burning school building. his burning school building. the redhead's lungs were filled with smoke, his clothes tattered, ankle sprained, and a few cuts that would definitely scar. he heard footsteps behind him, speeding up. kirishima pushed on, wincing at the pain they felt in their ankle. his head was spinning, and black spots started to form in his vision. he was losing consciousness, and fast.

a branch raked across kirishima's face, leaving a nasty cut. blood gushed out the wound, pouring down his face. they hissed.

kirishima's body was on fire. he was tired, and he wanted to stop running. but something in him told him that if he stopped running, he would die.

as much as kirishima wanted to die, they didn't want it to be by some random's hand.

and he certainly didn't want to give in to the darkness sprouting from behind his eyes. he didn't want to give in to the voice he heard in his head, whispering for him to stop running. he really didn't.

but he did.

he stopped running when he found a tree. but it wasn't just any type of tree. it was the grand oak tree that all of the first years at ua carved their names into on the first day. he walked up to the tree slowly, ignoring the pain that his body was in. kirishima slowly placed his hand on the tree, resting it there. he marveled at how everybody's names were still in the tree. everybody's names looked so good together. they moved their hand to where their name was written.

"kirishima eijiro, 15"

he traced over it with his finger, looking at his handwriting. it looked like absolute chicken scratch, but it brought a huge smile to his face. it was so nostalgic being there. especially after all that's happened within the 2 years he's been at ua.

his smile started to fade, however. their eyes started to droop, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. he looked around. no one was there. his hand fell, and soon his whole body went with it.

~

kirishima's eyes opened slowly, having to adjust to the light seeping through the blinds. he groaned in pain. he had a headache, a broken ankle, and 7 sprained ribs. the events from yesterday kept replaying in his head like a broken record. the snaps and crackles of the wood and leaves under his feet rang out in his head. the way that his body hit the ground with a sickening thud. he struggled to inhale, and his exhale was even worse. it sounded like a dying horse in his opinion.

a groan was heard from the side of him, but he was in too much pain to turn to look at who made it.

"well. someone's finally awake."

kirishima let out a faint gasp at the voice.

"..bakugo?"

the only sound in the room was the shuffle of bakugo's feet. he sat down on the bed that kirishima didn't realize he was on, and started directly at the red head.

"shitty hair. what do you remember from yesterday?"

kirishima frowned at the name. "i-"

he tried to collect his thoughts from yesterday. all he could remember was the sounds he heard, and the pain he felt. they couldn't remember exact memories. "i remember sounds. and how bad i was hurt. i can't remember.." he paused, meeting bakugo's stare, "..exact memories."

bakugo tilted his head to the side. "dabi told me this would happen, and to let you get your memories back by yourself. but i'm not exactly a patient person so i'll just tell you now."