Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au

Desperation

I don't own the art above credits to the artist as usual;)

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou's arms shot up and dug into Kirishima's back with all of the force they could muster up. The hot summer breeze crept in through the drapes and filled the room with the sweet scent of sage and honey.

Outside, birds chirped and the stream bustled. The sun had been beating down unrelentingly on the grass that was being chewed on by rabbits and deer.

His breath grew erratic, desperately his eyes pleaded for more but his mouth stood solemnly, not daring to let him say a word. In that sense he was helpless, his lips wouldn't move and his arms hung limp on the side of the bed.

He didn't dare try to push him off knowing that his every effort would be futile. He was strong sure, but Kirishima was a million times stronger than him. Especially in the state that he was in.

Resisting was no use...

so he gave in.

He gave in to Kirishima's cold touch and his warm mouth, he gave in to his sharp eyes and steady breathing. He complied to the taller's every wish, he laid still with his eyes closed and his hands gripping the sheets.

Kirishima released a tuft of his blond hair and pulled away, his face flushed and his breathing heavy, bearing only a small smirk on his dry skin.

When Bakugou came back to his senses, his fever was entirely gone which led him to wonder if any of this was Kirishima's doing. He shot up from the bed and let out a sigh.

"Oh, my fever's gone...isn't it?" He rubbed his head and looked at Kirishima with a pleading gaze that tore him apart at the seams. Kirishima shivered.

"Yeah, I healed you." His reply was curt and it made Bakugou ball his hands into fists. Had he been hoping for a different answer? Setting aside his uneasiness, he flashed Kirishima a smile.

"Thanks." He turned around and pulled the covers over himself, he was still shaking and his lips were on the verge of swelling up. He held onto the quilt tightly and fell asleep with furrowed brows.

When he woke up the next time the atmosphere was tense and he couldn't find Kirishima anywhere. He looked around the cabin frantically, his footsteps heavy and unbalanced from all of the stress.

Usually, he was nimble and graceful but his mind had been so fogged with worry that it was impossible for him to be so light on his feet. He swung the window open and drew the drapes, bending over and shouting for Kirishima at the top of his lungs.

There was no answer, the woods were quiet aside from the birds chirping and the wind shaking the trees. His expression sunk, he was well aware of Kirishima's situation which was why he told him time and time again not to go out on his own.

This seemed to be the only order he had trouble following.

"Dammit!" He cursed, grabbing his sheath and running out of the door. It had only just finished raining so the ground was still a little bit saturated.

The sun was hotter than it'd been previously so the ground was drying at a rapid rate although still muddy enough to make one doubt it'd been sunny all day. He followed the traces of imprints left by heavy boots but found that there was only one set of them and they ended by the stream.

There were no more footprints on the other side of the bridge, or even any mud on the bridge for that matter. His eyes shot wide open as in his state of panic there was only one possible outcome he could think of.

Wearily, he eyed the river and screamed for Kirishima. His lungs felt like they were on fire and his hands were balled into fists so tightly that his nails had begun to draw blood from his palms.

"Kirishima!" His voice was growing hoarse and his lips were starting to feel dry yet with all of his might he called out to Kirishima. His eyes glossed over with tears and before he knew it they'd begun to stream down his face leaving behind ugly streaks of dirt and such on his otherwise fair complexion.

He was shaking.

"Kirishima..." he still shouted with the little breath he had left before falling to his knees and holding his sword pitifully. He didn't think he could last for long without Kirishima by his side.

He supposed the price of getting stronger was having a weakness.

Breathlessly, he closed his lips and laid on the bank of the stream with blood seeping out of his palms and tear stains on his face. He closed his eyes and with a final whimper, he collapsed from fatigue.

XxX

"Bakugou!" The voice boomed, his ears were ringing and he could barely hear a thing.

He reached his hand out and followed the sound until he saw his mother's silhouette. He pulled his hand back and pressed it against his chest, watching his mother's shadow peek from behind two sheer curtains.

"Bakugou!" It called again, his mother offered him her hand and he reached for it. He called out back to her but the moment he said her name she disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing behind aside from the pearls that hung loosely around her neck.

Bakugou went to touch them but he was distracted by a blinding light. It was enthralling, certainly not of the dark world he was in so he followed it.

Leaving behind his mother's pearls, he inched towards the light that called out to him ever so desperately. His hand moved instinctively and reached out for the light.

He listened as the cries grew softer and frowned, retracting his hand, he saw something move from within the light. Curiosity got the best of him and he dipped his foot in.

XxX

"Bakugou!" Kirishima cried, Bakugou opened his eyes, his head was hurting so much. Yet amongst the heavy ringing in his ears and the pounding in his head, there was still a glint of desperation in his eyes.

"Kirishima?" He called. Kirishima smiled warmly at him.

"Yes, it's me." He reassured, looking into the blond's ruby eyes and caressing his face with strong fingers. Bakugou took a deep breath as he pulled Kirishima in for a lengthy embrace.

"...Where the fuck did you go...?" His tone was soft and slow but still stern. His head was rested on Kirishima's lap.

"To town." Bakugou slapped him in the face and scowled.

"You dumbass, I called for you so much that I lost my voice!" He whined. Kirishima smiled at him again.

"Sorry."

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Hehe betcha thought I was gonna write angst didn't ya, or maybe smut? Nope! It was fluff!

Oh also! I'd like to address something before I officially finish with this chapter because I just remembered why I hadn't written a medieval au earlier: there will be no dumpin' shit onto the street in this fic lmao.

Word count: 1,177