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Shackles

I don't own the art above credits to the artist

-kiribaku
-some angst (cuz for the first time in months I feel like writing it)
-fluff
-cheesy fluff but cheese is good so (ﾉ'ｰ')ﾉ
-I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it :)

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou's hands were blistering, the fight seemed to drag on forever. He didn't know what he was even fighting for at this point. Had it been power, money, status maybe? He didn't know yet he still fired his gun and swung his knife.

Shot after shot and swing after swing, in that order. He was getting tired and he didn't like the steadiness in his pace or the hesitation in his swings. He wanted to go all out.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't waste his strength for a reward he wasn't even sure existed. He just couldn't. It was hard enough knowing that the only reason he fought was because he was ordered to.

He was loyal, so why would he ever betray his side? There would be nothing to gain from doing so aside from a few bullet holes so why did he feel so compelled to betray his side?

Freedom. He wanted freedom.

He hated the idea of being bound to only one belief. He wanted to experience other things, he wanted to live a different life.

But he couldn't do anything about it, for that reason. He didn't fear death, he was okay with dying but by no means did he want to stay ignorant to all of the other beliefs and cultures and just groups in general on earth.

In short, he sought enlightenment. He didn't want to be around the same ideals for eternity. But he had no choice. He was born into that dammed mafia and he was going to die a member.

Just like his father, and his grandfather and every other sheep born into his position. They weren't loyal, but gullible. His kin were all cowards who had found a way to access status that would guarantee them power for the rest of their lives.

But of course it came at a price, what in that life didn't? His kin were fettered to only one life. They could travel the world on their high horses but never would they be granted the opportunity to actually be in someone else's shoes. Never would they be able to love with their own hearts or think with their own minds.

Never would they be able to experience true insight.

Bakugou did not want to face the same pathetic fate. He not only craved understanding but he needed it. He needed to feel something. He couldn't stand the dullness that seemed to reach his very soul.

Silence was not golden. Nothing about being lonely was. Bakugou needed someone who cared about him and not his reputation.

"Why do you fight?" He heard a voice ask. He unfurled his hand and dropped his knife. The man had a sword to his neck. He couldn't fight back.

But at long last he would be freed from this endless cycle of honor and dreariness. Even if it meant dying like his ancestors, and being buried with his title.

"I don't know, I guess I fight in hopes of feeling something." Bakugou looked down at his tattered hands and extended his arms in anticipation. A single tear fell from his eye.

"But it's never worked for me. I guess I'm destined to die how I was born. But I thank you, you are capable of making me feel something I've never felt, you can end this feeling of numbness." The man looked down at Bakugou with sad eyes.

"I can't kill you, not like this." Bakugou furrowed his brows. He didn't need pity, he needed to be freed, couldn't the man see that?

"Why? My name doesn't mean anything to me. It feels like a curse and I've been dying to get rid of it since the day I was born." The man winced.

"I'm your enemy." His red hair flowed in the wind and the orange hue of the sunset outlined his features. "I cannot grant you bliss, it's my job to make you suffer."

Enemy? No, this man was Bakugou's savior.

Over time the two became well acquainted with each other. Bakugou's heart would flutter every time he laid eyes on the red-head. Bakugou learned that his name was Kirishima and he was a liberal, he didn't belong to any side, he lived by his own will and followed his own ideals.

Bakugou learned that Kirishima also sought emotion and wisdom, though he didn't have a name to honor, he was orphaned at a young age and forced to fend for himself. He fought for answers.

The two were able to make each other feel like enough. What they had was love and it was enough. The next year or so consisted of feelings, good ones and bad ones and sweet ones and petty ones.

They might as well have been a married couple. They bickered and made up they fought and kissed. Bakugou was able to feel bliss without being killed.

He was able to love and live for the first time. He got to know Kirishima and he got to live a new life that he wanted to live in. He was no longer shackled to a reputation.

Neither of them were.

They weren't pressured to be anything anymore, they could just love each other and spend the rest of their days in elation.

They were free.

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That was kind of a short chapter but I had a lot of fun writing it, I guess the plot just sorta came to me? It was another one of those prompts that comes to you at midnight, the ones that you spend the whole day thinking of until you finally put them into words, yeah, it was one of those lol.

Also I'm having a mini-existential crisis because like, do dogs have knees or not?

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