Kiribaku Oneshots

❓ Oh, I Forgot That Was There❓

A/N: Based off of personal shit, just gave it a twist because this oneshot is supposed to have two people in it, right?

Kirishima's POV

A box.

There's a box.

A small, wooden box.

There's a small, wooden box.

A small, wooden box that had been painted.

There's a small, wooden box that had been painted.

Years ago.

It sits underneath the endless notebooks and papers on my desk.

There isn't much in it.

Dull pencils.

Lots of those.

Two clay figures.

Two index cards.

Both have drawings.

Three papers.

One in orange pen.

Two in turquoise pen.

The orange index card.

Words are on the back of it.

There are words in the drawing too.

They're all mean.

Nothing nice is said in that box.

So when I came into my room and saw Katsuki opening the box, you can imagine the fear and anxiety that coursed through my veins.

"What's in here?"

My thoughts.

My pain.

My reasons.

My Pandora's Box.

"Oh, I forgot that was there,"

No, I didn't.

I never will.

"Whoa, are those drawings?"

Don't read the words.

They're mean.

They'll hurt you.

They'll leave scars.

"Eijirou?"

He had the folded orange index card and the three papers.

The orange index card was unfolded.

"What is this?"

MY THOUGHTS.

MY PAIN.

MY REASONS.

MY PANDORA'S BOX.

"Oh, I... uhm, forgot that was there,"

He was staring at it.

He was reading the words.

He was feeling my pain.

He's going to get hurt.

The words are mean.

They hurt.

They leave scars.

"Stop,"

Katsuki looked up at me, concerned.