~Fire Is Catching~ {Kiribaku Hunger Games AU}

The Claxon

Eijiro Kirishima's pov:

I can't believe Katsuki got a 12 too! What's the odds of that? Two twelves and a ten should be the most feared team yet. There's been a history of exactly 2 12s in the past- a man known as Crimson Riot, and a woman named Nana Shimura. Unsurprisingly, they both won their games with flying colours, never even struggling to survive.

In at least two weeks, that should be us.

Immediately after the scores were announced, Tamaki and I were ushered to our rooms so we could get enough rest for the night ahead. The thing is though... I couldn't get to sleep myself. I couldn't help but think about Katsuki. His perfect skin and his passionate red eyes. Oh god his eyes! I could stare at them for the longest time. Even though we both had red eyes, his showed so little emotion and so much danger and ferocity that I couldn't help but fall in love with them.

Wait...

WHAT?

Did I hear myself correctly? Did I say I fell in love with them????

Oh shit...

And I'm totally right.

Partly...

I'm not I love with them.

I'm in love with him!

Oh no... what do I do? If I tell him, and he rejects me, we could lose the alliance! But... if he doesn't reject me then we'd be even stronger as we have something to fight for! But then again... if I don't tell him and he dies, then I'll never get another chance... but if I don't tell him and we both survive, then I can tell him another time...

So many fucking options!

But which one's the right one?

Fuck!

I'll just go to sleep and think about it in the morning...

So after that little discussion in my head, I tried my best to get to sleep with the busiest mind known to man. Emphasis on 'tried'. I stayed up until about 2 am just thinking about all the ways I could be killed or rejected by the man I loved. I thought of everything from decapitation to a small letdown, from mutilation to a heavy heartbreak. My thoughts would not let me surrender to unconsciousness and slip further from their clutches. No. I had to stay up all that time with those horrifying night terrors. With any luck, they would plague me in the arena too!

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I woke up to the the sound of clashing pots and pans. Whoever was doing my that was sure in for a violent treat when I managed to crawl my way out of the bedroom, half asleep.

After I'd figured out how to stand up, I walked out of the door and to the kitchen.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked, my voice deep from the sleep I'd just been interrupted from.

Opening one heavy eyelid, I peeked to see who was disturbing the apartment at 5 in the morning. It was Midnight.

"Good morning, my young shark!"

"Shark?"

"Oh come on! You can tell me those teeth of yours don't look anything like a shark!"

I rolled my eyes and she took that as an indication that she should continue talking to me.

"So... we have our clothing for you. Here you go," she handed me a small bag presumably with the new clothes I was to wear for several weeks, "keep it until you need to wear it otherwise it'll smell worse in the arena. You can always wash it if you find a water source, but it's best to not take chances with these games." She smiled and I smiled back.