30 Day Kiribaku (And More) Smut/Oneshot Book!

Below Me 1/? {15}

Day: 15/30 (angst)

Prompt: ?

Couple: M/M Kirishima Bakugou

Words: 537

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It felt like Katsuki's feet were stuck to the ground. But he felt like he was weightless. around was pitch black, though, lighter forms of gray shown on the horizon. he couldn't will his body to move. He couldn't feel. Without moving his neck or eyes he looked down and saw nothing but abyss below.

"Help." He tried, but the sound only resonated inside him. He felt tiny. The gray and the abyss all around him turned white as it got closer. He couldn't move his arms or his legs. He didn't have arms or legs but he was able to near it. The light was comforting and quiet as he got closer to it. Around him got brighter the more he advanced. All he was able to witness was light, he was surrounded.

and then blared the sirens.

Loud, and if Katsuki had ears, it would be taxing on them. But he doesn't think did. All he could see was the crime scene before him. The scene was outside. It was pitch black, but yellow caution tape remained clear. Police officers crowded around something Katsuki could only presume was a corpse. The blonde tried to look closer but he was restricted to his view from above.

"The bullet went straight through the skull" a man informed.

Katstski watched horrified As the man picked up a bloodied bullet from the ground and dropped it into a large marked Ziploc bag.

Three or four policemen crowded around the corpse while seven or eight more worked to push back the crowd of distraught people that only continued to grow by the second.

Katsuki noticed that the people were hysterical. They were on their knees and balling, screaming and shielding their children's eyes. Katsuki figured this person was pretty fucking important. He hoped that people would care that much when he died.

He tried to move again but he was still above and restricted. On times like these, He would run his fingers through his blonde locks and frustration. But he couldn't. He felt like he wanted to cry.

The unwelcomed audience of the crime scene had almost completely dissipated when the time had gone to 1:00, but the number of cops had only grown. And eventually, some heroes showed up as well.

Katsuki looked down with a blank mind as the puzzle pieces fell together. He began to look around frantically, only pausing when he heard a familiar voice.

"Fuck, fuck shit. Move!" Kirishima's voice rang loudly in the night.

Katsuki wanted to reach for him. He was distressed. He needed to ask him if he was ok. But he couldn't.

Katsuki watched from above while Eijirou pushed people pass to get to the corpse.

And then Katsuki could see it.

His very own blond hair stained blood red.

Fuck.

He's fucking dead.

There it is.

His body on the pavement.

A bullet hole through his head.

Dead.

Ejirou was crying loud. Random places on his body hardened with his frantic shaking. He looked down at the blond with wide eyes.

"Eijirou!" He spoke aloud in his head.

Nothing.

"Eijirou!"

Kirishima paused. And looked up.

An: I said i'd cool down on the angst... Sorryyy!