I D F C villain!bakugoxhero!kirishima (discontinued)

H O P E

TW: Some Angst, and Profanity

Quick Note: I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. I'm sorry this hasn't been my best writing I'm having some difficulty trying to figure out what the plotline is. So since the last chapter was based on how Kaminari became the villain he is today we are going back to the present. Sorry, this was so short.

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*Previously*

~Katsuki looks back up to him once more before leaning in and pressing his lips onto Kirishima's softly. Sliding his arms around Kirishima's neck as Eijiro slips his hands onto Bakugo's waist the two kiss. Both their hearts beating faster than usual and both their minds content and happy. 

Bakugo broke the kiss panting a bit and looks down at his shoes and asks a question that Kirishima never thought he'd be asked.

"Will you join me?" he asks the red-haired male.~

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 Bakugo POV:

The words just fell out of my mouth I never expected him to say the answer he was gonna say. "Y-Yes," he says whispering. My eyes blew wide and I pushed him back a little. "W-What? What the fuck did you just say?" I ask him confused. "I said yes," he responds. "No, I know what you said I just...I guess I never expected...you to say...yes," I respond with a confused voice.

"Well I did," he says. I slowly turn around and go to the bar to get myself a drink. "Do you want anything?" I ask taking a martini glass and setting it out. "Whatever your having will be fine and are we going to talk about what the next step is?" he asks me walking up to the barstool and sitting down. "Well, the first thing is we have to tell fucking handyman and then you know he'll tell all for one, and then we do a little something with your appearance," I say pouring the gin and vermouth into the mixer.

I put some olives in the two glasses and pour the liquid into the glasses setting one in front of him. "So does that mean I have to change everything about me?" he asks. "Fuck no. All you have to do is wear some weird-ass contacts and then you know do something with your hair and get you hot ass outfit," I tell him lifting the glass to my lips. To be fair I never thought he would say yes I thought he would push me back say no and then try and do something.

Seeing Shigaraki walk into the room I wave my hand a little and sit next to Kiri lifting my legs and setting them on his lap. His arms instinctively lifting up and then going down. "Did something happen?" he asks in a gruff voice. "As a matter of fact, something did happen. He joined and were dating so cross him you cross me and then cross me you cross him you know the whole relationship thing. You're dating Dabi for pets sake," I say taking another sip of my martini.

"Hold the damn for a second. Since when are you two dating and when did he all of the sudden join?" he asks in a confused voice. "for the past five minutes for those two questions and how long did it take you to walk down those stairs?" I ask with a smug smirk on my face. He 'tsks' and walks over to the couch. "What's the plan?" he asks quietly. "Tonight we get some rest. Tomorrow we get you a disguise and hopefully not wake up with a god damn hangover," I respond.

Throwing back the rest of my drink I set it in the sink that's right next to where all the glasses are and walk to my room. After my breakdown, they cleaned my room and made sure that if I needed something to punch when I have those that it would be a punching bag. So that I don't injure myself any more than I already did. As I walk into the room I see the many things I had of Izuku's and I start to feel the tears in my eyes. Quickly flicking them away and taking a deep breath to compose myself I sit at my desk chair and look at the pictures I had of us.

"You may be gone, but I can still feel you, Deku," I say my voice wavering. I know that he wouldn't approve of this and I know that he would be disappointed but this...this is what I do now. I'll always remember us this way. Hearing a small knock on my door I turn around and see Kirishima leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and his head leaning against the door frame too.

"Missing him?" he asks in a soft voice. "Yeah. I always will," I respond walking over to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his chest. Feeling his arms lock me in and his thumb rubbing my back gently I let a few tears slip. "I do too," he tells me. "He and I were pretty close at the beginning of the year," he says softly. "It still hurts. Even though it was so long ago, it still hurts," I whisper pound enough for him to hear. "I know," he says.

I unwrap myself from him and go over to my closet taking out a t-shirt and some sweatpants I get changed into them not minding Kirishima being there. I feel eyes wander my body and I let my head look behind me and say "Take a picture it'll last longer," I hear him slightly chuckle at that and I put on my shirt. Walking over to the bed I lift the sheets up and snuggle my way into them. Leaving the sheets lifted I pat the empty space next to me and then bring my hand up to my head to rest under my cheek.

Nobody POV:

Eijiro slid into the bed after he took his shirt and pants off and got behind the ash-blonde male and let his arms hold him and his legs entangle with the others. Though he still does mss his childhood best friend he knows that he's in a better place. But damn does he still wish he was there with him. Feeling arms wrap around his body Katsuki slightly hums and nuzzles his head into the chest of the other.

His ruby red eyes closing and his ash-blond hair being the only thing peeking out of the blanket. His hands being brought up to his chest and one of his hands intertwining with the others. Both boys slowly letting the slumber of sleep take over. There breathing becoming steady and their minds becoming filled with dreams.

As the two boys slept the rest of the group were sitting anxiously in the bar as they were waiting to see what was gonna happen in the future. They knew how they were going to take down the symbol of peace but they also knew that it was going to be a deadly battle. A battle that could end in either life or death.