MHA Oneshots

Then Lie (2) | Bakukiri

The roughness of Bakugou's sobs could be heard through the wooden door, and with that a sound of anguish that ripped through his lungs. It was a mix between a grunt and a scream, but it was filled with anger and pure hatred. All of that hatred was meant for himself. He was a disgusting human being.

Bakugou wanted it all to end, right here, right now. He would never get the opportunity to be with that spunky little red head, he so adored, ever again. For once he had nobody else to blame but himself.

"Kiri..," the blond almost whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. A weak symphony of, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Was all he could manage to mutter out. He knew Kirishima wouldn't hear his pointless apologizes, but he couldn't stop himself.

Bakugou wanted nothing more than to hold Eijirou in his arms, tell him that he loved him. But that precious red head deserved better, not someone like himself.

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Kirishima never left the other side of the door. He couldn't move for a long time, he just stood completely still, staring at the wooden door as tears poured down his face. The red head had never felt more broken, this wasn't fair, he at least deserved to know the story.

Was he just not good enough for the blond, he could try better, he could be what he wanted. Eijirou would make himself what Katsuki wanted, that was a promise.

Kirishima finally convinced himself to move, he went back to his dorm. Knowing all too well that he wouldn't be doing anything today.

Once he got to his dorm, which was just a little ways down the hallway, Eijirou felt as if he had ran a marathon. The red head stumbled into the shaded room before falling onto the bed.

His duvet was pulled up his chin, and Kirishima held a pillow tightly. "What did I do wrong?" Eijirou let out a choked sob, his voice increasing in pitch as he whispered to himself.

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Bakugou hadn't bothered to move from the floor. His head only dropped into his hands as he sat there. The blond knew how badly he had screwed up.

Kissing someone was bad, but kissing someone and hardly remembering it. For it to cause all of this, Bakugou couldn't think of anything more devastating.

The worst part was, he knew Kirishima would probably forgive him, but the blond knew he didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to be with Kirishima in the first place. Even if he had been the one that stopped the kiss, he still technically cheated.

A few minutes later Bakugou's sobs had only grown more consistent, and the blond's whole body shook. He felt like he was going to throw up. Katsuki drug himself over to his bed, as he tried to ignore the feeling, and lie down. Not yet willing to close his eyes.

That was the day when Bakugou finally understood why people fear silence. It drags you back into the paralyzing loneliness of your mind.

Bakugou shifted in his bed for the entire day. It was dark before he finally got up, and when he did, he immediately picked up his car keys. Katsuki mumbled multiple curses as he went out the door.

When he pulled out of the student parking lot somewhere in the back of my mind he knew where he was headed, but he couldn't think about it to much or he'd most likely start crying again.

The street lights reflected off the rain puddles, and onto his car window. It's such a numbing feeling, to know what you want but can't have.

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After he'd been driving for a few, Bakugou pulled up to a small corner cafe.

On nights when Kirishima or him couldn't seem to fall asleep, they would get into his car and drive here. Sometimes they wouldn't even order food, they would just sit in one of the back booths and talk.