Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au

'Till Death Do Us Part

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

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou swung his lustrous blade for the last time and watched as the fiend's body dematerialized into thin air, it's fragment fell to the floor with a clink.

He panted heavily and fell to his knees, this fiend in particular was elite, if he he'd have come any later it surely could have destroyed the village completely.

It was definitely capable of doing so. The townsfolk cheered him on and he used the little energy he had left to flash them a smile. A man who sat on his porch approached him and gave him a pat on the back.

"We're having a fair next week, you should come!" The man beamed at Bakugou whom was still hunched over on the floor clutching his blade with a forced but tender smile.

"Will it be in this village?" He asked, catching his breath. The man smiled wider.

"Of course!" He chirped.

"Then I'll be there." Bakugou replied. Today's fight was especially hard on him since Kirishima stayed home for whatever reason and he had no backup whatsoever.

Needless to say, he did a good job upholding his reputation, even despite the red-head's sudden absence.

"Great! See you then!" The man held out his hand and helped Bakugou up before waving him goodbye and disappearing back into his house without another word.

Bakugou stared down at the fragment in his hands with cold eyes, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk all the way to the market and pawn the fragment, he figured he could either do that and not have enough energy to get home or just go home.

With a sigh, he tucked the fragment into his robes and begun walking home. By the time he arrived, he was too worn out to even speak, Kirishima greeted him at the door but he shoveled his way inside and collapsed on the foot of his bed.

Kirishima only watched from the doorway with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, I see." He whispered after just one look into the blond's tired eyes. It was almost funny how soft he could make his boisterous voice sound, though he did only do it out of respect for Bakugou, the one who took him in when he had nowhere else to go.

The red head smiled and covered the blond up, he then went outside and sat on the porch. With an emotionless face he gazed up at the large, gray storm clouds rolling about in the sky and closed his eyes.

"It must be about to rain."

XxX

By the time Bakugou woke up it had already stopped drizzling and the downpour had begun. The blond rubbed his eyes and rolled himself in the blanket he was covered in.

"Achoo!" He sneezed. The house, which had previously been plagued by a deafening silence was now filled with the sound of Kirishima's laughter and a continuous sneezing-spell from Bakugou.

The blond pouted.

"Someone must be talking about me" he murmured.

"Seems like they've got a lot to say in that case" Kirishima retorted from the other room. Bakugou sighed and put a hand to his forehead, surely enough, it felt hot.

"Ugh, Kirishima, could you fetch me some water?" He asked, a wave of nausea sweeping over him.

"Mhm" Kirishima replied, stepping over the threshold and walking outside to the well in order to fetch him a pail of water. When he got back, Bakugou was still laying in the same place this time with a hand to his head and a solemn expression.

He had a sudden urge to run his fingers through Bakugou's silky blond locks. The urge was so strong that his fingertips had begun to shake. That being said, he had a terrifying amount of self control so he was able to stop himself from doing so.

Bakugou turned his head to face Kirishima and with a frown, he brought his hand to the red-heads cheek. Kirishima went pale, Bakugou's hand was so cold and his fingers were long and thin. He cupped Kirishima's face and spoke with heavy eyes.

"Don't get so close, I might make you sick." His voice was soft and raspy, Kirishima couldn't help but to pity him. He reached out his callused palm and returned the favor, Bakugou's hot skin pricking his fingers.

"I've been sick before, it's no big deal." Bakugou's face sunk, if Kirishima got sick as well then who would protect the kingdom and attend the townsfolk's fair?

"No, I can't let you get sick too." Hastily, Bakugou pried the pail of water from Kirishima's hands and took a sip. Aside from being fatigued, Bakugou's mind was in a state of turmoil.

"It's okay." Kirishima reassured him, gazing at the blond's febrile complexion with a soft smile. He'd do whatever it took to make the blond feel better. Suddenly his expression grew worrisome and his smile twisted into a frown.

He remembered that there was indeed a way to get Bakugou back to normal within a matter of minutes, but it was an odd way so to speak. The dragon shifter had powers, but only to certain extent and for the most part there was no way to determine the severity of the backlash that was sure to follow suit.

He sighed and with the most fierce expression he could put on, looked down at Bakugou's flushed face.

"Do you want to get better?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou pondered the question for a moment, his response being especially slow due to the fever he'd given himself.

"Ok." He responded. It was curt but Kirishima got the idea. He nodded his head.

Kirishima bent down and connected their lips.

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Ok so um yeah that chapter was kinda rushed but u get the idea I'm sure, er sorry for making this a slow burn lol, I originally didn't really have that much of an idea what I was going to do with this story but I believe that there will still be loads of chapters to come and the next chapter may have a bit of NSFW content but we'll see what happens from here. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!

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