Count To Ten - KiriBaku

Seven.

POV: Kirishima

A voice and a flash of blond hair. Vomit. Tears. A gentle kiss on the forehead.

Everything will be okay. I'm not sure if it's the voice saying that to me or myself, but for the first time this miserable week, I begin to believe it.

"I love you."

That one was the voice. I don't know who it is, but I know who I hope it is.

"K-Katsuki..?" I mumble, drool and bile spilling from my lips. I know it's futile, because I've been saying his name every time I wake up for a week, and he's never responded, never been there, never - 

"Yes, Eiji, it's me. It's okay. I'm here. I love you."

Ah, I see. I'm hallucinating again. This has happened before, a number of times; I wake up, say his name, think I hear him, look around the room, and realize he's not here. I open my eyes and look around, bracing  for disappointment.

But there he is, Katsuki Bakugo, blond and handsome just as I remember him. He leans down and puts his head on my chest, before looking into my eyes and kissing me.

Katsuki Bakugo is kissing me.

His warm body is pressed upon mine, his eyes shut, tears developing in beads at his ducts. His hands are in my hair and on my arms and on my body and I am lying motionless, famished, depressed, in love.

"Ka... Katsuki..?" I stutter as he leans away from me.

Words tumble out of his mouth, a sweet explosion of affection, numbing the pain and making my heart throb; "yes, Eiji. I'm here, it's okay. I love you, Eijiro. Jesus, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did this to you. I love you, and I'm so fucking sorry, okay? I - just... shit, I'm sorry... I..." 

I open my mouth to try and tell him I forgive him, but end up coughing bile onto the bedsheets instead. I'm scared Bakugo will be disgusted, but instead he caresses me and picks me up, and I hear him saying something about moving me or about how he loves me and as I black out I focus on how I love him too.