Kiribaku One Shots (and maybe some other ships)

lmao when ur sad...again

So listen peopel
I decided to do a second part of the poem Baku wrote because I ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ left you on a cliffhanger
Oops
Anyway
Yes
Might be short but i dunno yet lmao
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3rd POV
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The class was shocked. Not only because their teacher was actually crying in the closet, but because Bakugou was not angry. He was not happy either. He didn't scream. He didn't yell. He just sat there, crying. Nobody would say he was crying though. They didn't want him to yell. They didn't want him this quiet either though.

Kirishima stared at Bakugou. He knew the poem he wrote wasn't fake. Why would he write about some boy self-harming? Why would he do that as just a poem? Plus, Kirishima convinced him to write about his feelings. This was all just really concerning. Nobody decided to ask him about it though. They all just went along as if nothing happened.

But not Kirishima nor Aizawa.

He thought, no, he knew something was up. Not only was Bakugou not being his explosive self, but he was nearly crying when he finished. He looked relieved when nobody questioned him. Kirishima was going to ask him about it later though, when they were alone.

~ smol time skip of a large short 6 hours~

School had just ended, all of class 1-A we're back at the dorms. Well, those except Bakugou, Kirishima, and Aizawa. Aizawa stayed because he was trying to figure out Bakugous poem. Kirishima stayed because he saw Bakugou turn toward the stairwell. Bakugou was heading to the roof.

It's bouta get real sad fellas. And ladies. And other. It's bouta get real sad bitches. Yes.

"Hey Aizawa-sensei?" the red-head asked the older male. "The hell do you want?" Aizawa didn't look up from the paper in front of him. "Do you know where Bakugou is going?" Aizawa looked at him with a confused expression on his face. "To his.... dorm?" He said, well, more like asked.

Kirishima nervously scratched the nape of his neck. "Uhm he was heading up the stairs last time I saw him. Aizawa's face changes from a tired expression to a frantic one. "HES WHAT?? How long ago was that?" Kirishima was taken aback from the sudden yelling. "A few minutes ago?" He said plainly. Aizawa stood up abruptly. "We need to go to the roof. NOW." Kirishima was confused. "Why do we need to- waIT." Aizawa nodded, confirming his un-asked question. "LETS GO" The two then sprinted toward the stairs.

Minutes prior to the dismissal of students, Aizawa was reading over Bakugous poem, searching for something. Anything. He had a terrible feeling when Bakugou finished his poem. I mean come in, the boy was nearly in tears. Why wouldn't he be concerned for the boy. Plus, toward the end, he said something about the teacher making the student read the poem. It just sounded all too realistic.

As soon as Kirishima spoke about the blonde going toward the stairs instead of the dorms, he immediately knew what was going to happen. Bakugou never stayed after school. Ever. Aizawa pieced together the poem. He knew. He was going to jump.

Some may call it a instinct. A fatherly intuition. Or maybe a plain logical explanation. Either way, he knew he was running out of time.

Going up the stairwell, Bakugou was thinking to himself. If I do this, I'll never be able to tell Kirishima how I feel. But if I don't, if have to go back home to the abuse. He was weighing the pros and cons. He finally decided. It's not like he would return the stupid feelings. He wanted to jump, to escape the wrath of his angry mother. He reached the top of the stairs. Right as he opened the heavy door, he heard running.