kirishima POV
am i breathing?
can i hear anything?
...am i alive?
i force my eyes to open, when a bright light blinds me, forcing them to close again.
my arms hurt like hell...
i open my eyes painfully, attempting to look down at them.
...they're bandaged?
drips are connected into my inner elbow, a heart monitor is beeping next to me.
the clean white sheets smelt crisp and sterilised.
hospital...?
"kirishima?" a familiar voice calls.
i move my head to the right, trying not to move my arms.
there, was the face i craved to see the most.
"katsuki..?" i whisper, holding tears back, remembering what had happened earlier.
katsuki jumps up, and leans over to hold me.
i flinch, taken by surprise from his hug,
and also because he had bumped my arm.
the pain must have shown on my face, as katsuki immediately lets go when he sees my expression.
"i'm sorry... kirishima." he says worriedly.
i try to smile for him.
he looks like he hasn't got any sleep in a while.
katsuki crouches down, and gently holds my bandaged arm.
i wince.
"does it hurt...?" he murmurs while gently stroking my hand.
i nod, tears stinging my eyes.
"i'll call the nurse." katsuki says softly, as he walks out of the room.
why...?
why is katsuki still so nice to me even though i rejected him?
i don't deserve him.
the nurse injects strong painkillers into my bloodstream, causing the pain to slowly grow numb enough to handle.
she takes the bandages off to clean the wounds, and my eyes widen at the cuts in my arm.
almost each one had stitches.
katsuki's expression sours, then he looks away.
when the nurse finishes bandaging and leaves the room, he instantly pulls me into his arms, and sobs.
"w-why...?" he stutters.
i couldn't give him an answer.
"w-why won't y-you talk to me?"
"why don't y-you trust me?"
i can't stand seeing katsuki like this.
the pain in his voice forces me to talk.
"it's because... i'm a burden to you... i just want you to be happy, katsuki." i try to give him a gentle smile.
bakugo POV
"i just want you to be happy, katsuki." kirishima says, with pain in his eyes.
sparks pop in my hands, hoping to get some of the frustration out.
"ka...tsuki?" kirishima whispers, his arms covering his head.
of course i've scared him again.
"how the hell am i supposed to be happy when you're like this?" i say firmly.
i'm not yelling, but it's louder than i usually talk to kirishima which startled him.
i stare down at his innocent face lost for words, when somebody interrupts.
"EIJIROU!" i hear a deep loud voice echo into the room after a slam of the door opening.
i spin around, scowling to see a large man with black hair and red eyes.
who the hell...?
kirishima's expression quickly turns from neutral to extreme fear.
"f-f-father...?" he stutters.
i see his hands trembling, and his precious eyes fill with terror.
so this is the man that made kirishima want to end his life...?
anger rages inside me, my palms sweating uncontrollably.
it feels as though i could explode.
i haven't felt like this in a long time.
"get away from kirishima." i say sternly, my eyes locking with his.
his expression freezes, then smirks.
"young man, i'm eijirou's father. i just want to take my son home." he gives a sickly smile.
as i get up off my seat to face him, i feel something grabbing my arm.
"please... katsuki just go home, i'll be fine." kirishima murmurs, gripping onto my arm tighter.
"that's right." kirishima's 'father' butts in.
"he'll be just... fine." he smirks again.
his voice makes me want to throw up.
what was this man gonna do to kirishima?
what do i need to do to stop him...?
will i be able to stop him?
"stop!"
i watch kirishima's face darken.
he's looking down, i can't see his eyes.
"katsuki, go home now." he says, almost sounding angry.
he lets go of my arm and pushes it away.
why...?
i try to speak, before being hit with another order to leave.
i stand on the spot, feeling helpless as i take my jumper from the chair.
i slowly start to walk out of the room, passing kirishima's 'father'.
i glare at him.
he's not looking at me, but staring at kirishima.
he's not smirking anymore.
i glance over at kirishima for the last time, as he lifts his face up from the ground.
my heart drops.
his eyes...
they looked like they were begging for help.
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"kacchan"
Teen Fiction~COMPLETED~ bakugo suffers from severe anxiety, and now has to carry the heavy burden of his childhood friend's suicide. just when everything seems to crash before his eyes, he saves a boy's life who then in return changes his life. there are no t...
