Kiribaku Oneshots

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A/N: We're starting off with warnings! This starts off very angsty, but ends fluffy! There is major character death, and descriptions of the corpse afterward. Other than that, I think we're okay. Uh, this was requested by TinytheMutt on Tumblr. And if you look me up on Ao3, you can see their account too, since I made it for them. They write Kiribaku stuff, but from what I see, it's mainly smut. Don't like smut? Don't read their stuff. You do? Go right ahead. I won't stop you, obviously. Anyway, let's begin!

3rd Person POV

"Come on, you guys! This place has the best katsudon you'll ever have!" Midoriya said happily, leading a gaggle of 21 students behind him to an expensive looking restaurant.

"I can't believe we actually graduated," Mina sobbed, clinging onto Hagakure.

"It is pretty amazing that we managed," Hanta gave off his signature, perfectly straight grin. "Mainly Katsuki and Kaminari,"

"Shut the hell up," Katsuki muttered, slouching his shoulders a tad more.

"Eh, it's no biggie, right? We lived, so it'll be one hell of a story to tell our kids!" Denki beamed way too happily for someone who had been shot.

Katsuki still had major trauma from his years at U.A. Being kidnapped, being stabbed, everything. It was all that damn League of Villains' fault.

Yet, one person managed to prevent any of those flashbacks or negative thoughts.

Eijirou Kirishima.

The now taller redhead who walked beside him had always managed to calm him down, and Katsuki never understood why or how.

But he did.

"I can pay," Momo and Tenya offered immediately when the class had arrived at the restaurant.

"I already made a reservation," Shouto said, flashing a familiar credit card.

"You gotta stop stealing money from your dad, dude," Hanta said.

"He should've stopped abusing my family, but he didn't," Shouto spat before putting the card on the front desk.

Everyone went quiet before sitting at the long table.

Senseless chatter spread like a wildfire, bouncing from student to student. Or, it seemed senseless to Katsuki.

Until he heard Kirishima speak.

"Yeah, well, I'm thinking of moving to another prefecture, maybe closer to the north of the island? I could start as a sidekick at an agency there until I can build up my own,"

"Seriously?" the blond felt himself ask before he could properly think it through.

"Huh?" A few heads turned toward Katsuki from his question.

"That's fucking stupid," Katsuki scoffed.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kirishima asked.

"I mean it's stupid! Moving further away!"

Katsuki's been through hell. He knows that. Anyone who's seen his face would think "Oh, he's the guy who was kidnapped by villains," or "Hey! It's that guy who got chained to the 1st place podium in his first year!" or "Wow, is that the guy from the sludge incident a few years back?" The list was far greater than that, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that Kirishima should know his trauma, and that his trauma feels like it goes away whenever he's there.

Katsuki already became a sidekick under Mirko, who was in the prefecture. So why couldn't Kirishima become some sort of sidekick under Fatgum or some shit?