-Chaos- Kiribaku Oneshots

❤️|Distant (3/3)|

Part 3 of Distant: "I think I can be happy again."

I'd kill for you. But taking it literally. :)

Ship: Kiribaku

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Lemon, Action

Trigger Warning: mentions of Rape/sexual Harassment, Mental Breakdown/Panic attacks, graphic description of torture, intrusive thoughts, addiction, trauma, blood, ~murder~

Length: Long

Ending: Yours to find out ;)

Songs to vibe to: Arcade slowed/reverb, Start a riot -Banners, vertigo, Russian doomer music -virgin plax (trust me its a fucking VIBE)

Let's begin. Buckle up, this is going to be one hell of an experience.

Katsuki had already begun to breathe deeply, face soft and relaxed. His blonde hair fell loosely onto the pillow, his torso shifting with every breath he took. Eijirou had missed seeing him peacefully sleep, all the tension falling off his shoulders as the deep breaths lulled him in like a lullaby. He had missed wrapping his arms around the blonde, burying his face in his hair and smell his sweet scent. 

So why couldn't he fall asleep now? His eyes rested on Katsuki, a silent sigh leaving his mouth. He was tired, he was so, so, tired. But no matter how long he closed his eyes, no matter how often he turned or stared at the love of his life, his body just wouldn't fall asleep. 

After Katsuki had returned, the apartment was filled with life again. His mere presence made the room glow, the fire behind his eyes heating up every corner. Eijirou had missed living with him, missed seeing the light go on in the middle of the night, missed his cussing as he tried to cook something. Missed the shower turning on after he had a night shift, warming up the food he had made that evening. He had missed all the little moments they had, the games they played, and the movies they watched. 

His eyes never left his perfect face, admiring every little detail he could see. The little scar on his forehead, the gap between his lips he quietly breathed out of, and the strands of hair stuck to his face. No matter how long they had been together, Eijirou still couldn't believe that Katsuki had managed to fall for him. Someone as perfect as him, someone as passionate and loving - he could go on for hours talking about how much he adored him. 

But then, a little voice inside his head spoke up, bringing back the rage he had carefully tried to bury. How could anybody dare to hurt him. 

Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around him tighter, burying his face into his fluffy hair. The scent of burnt caramel filled his mind, but the memories still seemed to get through. He had been on edge ever since the call, the hatred was still there, sitting in his mind, clawing onto him like a parasite. A fire flickered around his heart, burning it up and growing bigger, wanting revenge. 

Intrusive thoughts had always been a part of him, but it was these ones that always made him question if he really was a hero. Images of his clawlike fingers ripping the green-haired 'hero' apart appeared in his mind. Blood splattering onto the walls, his pained scream only fueled his anger, the burning hatred turning into an inescapable hellfire, destroying everything in its way. Just to hear the screams of agony, just for his eyes to glow in horror at the sight of his own blood. 'look at the monster you created.'

Eijirou felt dirty as if his fingers were already dripping in the blood of his. Clenching his jaw and trying to get his mind to shut up, he held Katsuki tighter, hoping he wasn't hurting him with his rib crushing hug. 

But he's still out there. He is roaming free through the streets, with no consequence at all. For all Eijirou knew, he could be raping someone at this moment. The media and society saw Deku as a hero, number one. He was the successor of all might, one of the strongest people on earth. Would the court even believe them if they would file a lawsuit? There were no witnesses, also Katsuki would never want to make this public.