He Loves Me Not (Pity Love) || KiriBaku Angst

|| Chapter 6 ||

[A/N Hey, sorry this story was on hiatus for so long. Suicide and Self Harm were a sensitive subject for me for the past while, and I just recently got to the point I don't feel too uncomfortable writing about it.]

|| Kirishima's P.O.V. // Third Person ||

Kirishima sat in his room, crumbled up on the floor. Tears swelled in his eyes and were streaming down his cheeks as he whimpered. He was home alone, so if he had started sobbing it's not like anyone would care. He held his wrist tightly, doing everything in his power to hold out. To stay strong. He sat in fear, fear that he may have just killed boyfriend, the only person that he felt he could truly trust.

He was snapped out of his worrisome thoughts when a knock came at the door. He vigorously wiped his eyes, then ran downstairs to get the door. He opened it slightly, seeing someone around his age. He pulled it open all the way, and saw that they had short orange hair and a worrisome smile on their face. "Hey, are you Kirishima" they asked kindly.

Kirishima nodded, and the newcomer reached into their pocket to pull out a phone. Kirishima's phone. He knew he had lost it a few days ago, but he did t expect it to be returned to him. "Where did you find this?"

"On the bridge way back there," they pointed in the direction of a familiar location. Kirishima had been to that bridge many times, and the many times he thought he could release the pain. However, he decided to hold out. He took the phone and glanced it over, no damages. That was good, at least.

"Your friend is looking for you, you should call him," they had a sweet smile on their face as they stepped away. Kirishima smiled softly, calling after them as they walked off, "Thank you!"

Bakugou was still alive. Thank god. Kirishima went back inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. He had thought, for a moment, about calling Bakugou to make sure he was okay, before he quickly decided that Bakugou hated him. He'd just have to talk to him at school, because there's no way the blonde would pick up.

|| Bakugou's P.O.V. \\ First person ||

I opened my eyes to see myself standing in a meadow. One I recognized from my childhood. Confused, I glanced around and quickly caught sight of a familiar red head sitting off in the distance. I tried screaming his name, ecstatic to know he was okay, but my voice was gone. He started running towards him but it felt like I had heavy shackles on my ankles. Why was he being withheld from me? I started to hear his voice in my ears as I pulled myself closer, seeing that he held a flower in his hand. The flower only had three petals left on it, as I heard him say, "He loves me not." The third petal was pulled off. I knew this game. Kids used to play it all the time. Kirishima turned to look at me, a sad look in his eyes as he forced a smile, "The answer's pretty clear, right Bakugou?" Tears started forming in his eyes, and I felt my heart sink. How did he know?

"You know-" Kirishima interrupted my thoughts, "I really trusted you. And you said yourself, someone who lies is someone undeserving of the title 'Hero', yet you lied to me." I felt the familiar lump in my throat as I tried to tell him it wasn't like that. I had been lying to him to protect him, to make sure he lived to find someone that truly loved him back. A silence washed over them as I now stood behind Kirishima. He sat facing away from me and I knew deep down that he hated me.

"I love you, Katsuki. I honestly do, so why don't you love me back?" He paused, "Don't answer that." Not like I could anyway. He turned to look at me, a soft smile on his lips as he turned, lifting his hand to my cheek. I felt my heart sink further at hi touch as I held my hand on top of his, my eyes falling to the grass below us, moving by head a bit so my mouth was resting at the edge of his palm. Kirishima's voice rang in my ears again, "It's okay, I forgive you." I felt something press against my forehead softly before everything faded to black with the closing of my eyes. The contact soon disappeared, and I reopened my eyes to see myself standing near a bridge, sirens calling. There were police cars all around me and I couldn't make out much that wasn't blue or red. I ran to the edge of the bridge and looked over the side. There, lying in the rocks was a body, still. I felt like my world crush as I recognized many things. The outfit, the hair, the body shape. It was Kirishima. No no no no, this couldn't be happening. I rushed down the side of the grassy slope, coming to a halt as I saw the corpse clearer now and my worries were confirmed. No. No, no, no, please don't let this be real. I kneeled down by Kirishima, feeling water rush against my knees as I pulled him up into my arms, holding the dead body. It felt empty, like I was hugging nothing but a pillow. There was no warmth, there was no arms wrapping back around me. There was just the guilt and sadness that I had just lost him. I could feel the hot tears falling quickly from my eyes as I tightened my arms around him. He was gone. He was gone...

For a moment, I felt something wrap around me but when I looked up, I saw nothing. I felt a warm feeling wash over me, as if someone was whispering into my ear that it would be okay. As if Kirishima wasn't really gone. I felt him. It sounds crazy but I know I felt him. It was comforting, and safe, and welcoming, and I felt like everything would be okay. Policemen were running down the hill as well, and as soon as I knew th y were standing beside me, I felt Kirishima disappear, and I was once again left with nothing but his body and memories.

[A/N this is an even meaner cliffhanger than last time- man, I'm such a ni e author :))]

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