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Kirishima sat on that roof for who knows how long. He also befriended a small gray rat. He really considered eating it, but he knew he could survive up to at least 5 months before going really hungry. At least, that's what it said on the calender.
The rat curled up on Kirishima's dirty hair. The rat squeaked and started nibbling on his hair.
A squeak. Then another one. Another one. Kirishima immediately realized what was happening. 'It knows morse code.' Kirishima learned morse code sometime during the experiment stay since one time his voice was completely broken. He also learned sign language.
More taps and squeaks until he was finally able to decode a message.
Hello
The rat understood Japanese as well. Kirishima decided to respond to him. He had nothing better to do than to communicate with it. He tapped the slate on the roof.
Hi
Who are you?
Kirishima Eijiro
Okay
Who are you?
I don't know. Give me a name
Hinansho
Are you my friend?
I don't know what you consider a friend
"Who the fuçk is making noise on the freaking roof?"
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Bakugo hated parties. He didn't really know why he decided to go to the party in the first place. Maybe it was because he felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Living by himself, not really going out, it made his life feel dull.
"Hey Katsu! Want some cake?" Sero asked. He held out a plate of strawberry cake. Bakugo shoved it away.
"No, now leave me the fück alone." He grumbled.
Sero sat down next him. "Seriously man, you should lighten up! It's been forever since you decided to hang us. Or anyone."
"It's too loud here," Bakugo said, ignoring Sero. "I'm leaving, don't follow me."
He needed to get away. Everybody was having fun, talking, laughing, some were even dancing. But not Bakugo. He didn't belong there. He ran up the stairs, and soon climbed into a bedroom where nobody was.
"Why the frickin hell did I decide to come here in the first place?" Bakugo asked himself wearily. He wished he could rewind time, back to a place where Kirishima wasn't kidnapped, where he lived a happy life, without a empty pit sitting in his chest.
It's not like Bakugo hadn't tried dating. They were all just too different. And he was pretty sure they never liked him anyway because of his gloomy, snappy personality. Kirishima was the only one for him.
The bedroom was silent. Way too silent. Bakugo sat there for hours. Looking at the ceiling, checking his phone, only ever going out to the kitchen to get a drink. It was strange, this was basically his life. The quiet bedroom was his life, and the party downstairs was everyone else.
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The orange sky settled through the window. He was pretty sure that everybody was either wasted, or going home.
'I should get home. Those fuckérs probably forgot I was even here.' Bakugo thought as he got up from the bed. He walked over to the doorway, and was about to reach the handle, when he heard something. Almost like a scratch.
The scratches continued. 'Who in the goddamn hell is scratching the roof right now?'
Bakugo walked over to the balcony door and opened it. A ladder on the balcony led to the roof of the house. The scratching was definitely louder. But now, he heard.... squeaking? The hell? It was irritating.
"Who the fuçk is making noise on the freaking roof?" He shouted. He grabbed the railings and started climbing the ladder.
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Kirishima immediately turned around. He cautiously stood up. A shaking wave a fear washed over him. The clanking of the ladder grew louder, and Kirishima eventually saw something.
A man. He was the one who was familiar. He could see the features of the man more clearly. It definitely pulled some fuzzy pictures from his memory. Ash-blond hair, red eyes, body frame, he couldn't remember anything clearly, but it was almost as if they've seen each other in another life.
Kirisima got in a defensive position. The pressure and fear was getting higher. Hinansho scurried to the crook of his neck.
"Who the..... who the fück are you?" The man shouted. Kirishima held his stare. 'I have to run. I have to leave.' He grabbed Hinansho from his neck and placed him on the ground. Hinansho quickly ran away.
He could see the man get more agitated. "I SAID WHO THE FUÇK ARE YOU?" Kirishima's breath got shaky. 'I have a chance of escaping if I use a distraction.'
With a rush of adrenaline and determination, Kirishima kicked a pebble towards the stranger, and started booking it.
"THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
Kirishima sprinted across the roof. Unfortunately, the distraction wasn't enough to escape. The man shot towards him with a deafening boom. Kirishima felt a burning sensation on his back and stumbled across the roof. The slate roofing pierced into his skin painfully, and his entire arm was bleeding. He felt his eyes sting, but they were dry.'I need to use my quirk.'
His arm hardened, with blood dripping on the roof. The other person faltered slightly at the sight of his arm.
'If I can't run, I will have to defend myself.' Kirishima thought. He waited intensely for the stranger to strike. 'I will have to wait for a period of time where I can escape.'
"What's going on here?"
Kirishima and his opponent turned their heads towards the voice. Another person. Actually, 2 people. Somebody with black/green hair, and somebody with half white half red hair. He growled at both of them.
"Gah!" The green haired person screamed. "Kacchan! Who is that?!"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW? THAT GUY WAS JUST HERE ON YOUR FREAKING ROOF!"
While the two were talking, Kirishima desperately tried to think of a way out. His breathing hitched. 'I can not get caught I can not get caught.' He breathed in deeper, and deeper, until he was practically hyperventilating. 'I DON'T WANT THEM TO GET ME! I DON'T WANT THEM TO TOUCH ME! I DON'T WANT THEM TO HURT ME!'
He screamed.
He screamed until his voice broke. Until his throat burned. His ears rang, he lay hunched over on the roof crying his eyes out. A bunch of blurred voices and colors swirled in his vision.
Eventually, the darkness did take over him. And the last thing he heard was a small squeak.
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A/N- So how's life?
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Before And After ||BNHA Kiribaku||
Fanfiction(hiatus) 5 years. 5 years since the disappearance. Everybody moved on. Everybody thought he was dead Until he reappeared. Nothing is mine.
