Truth or Dare, Hair for Brains? ( Kiribaku )

I need him. ( Part 4 )

pov you think the chapter is gonna be full of forgiveness because of the picture 😺😺💀

Kirishima POV
Aizawa Office

I explained everything. I was sitting in that room, a crying fucking mess, with my literal teacher. And guess who else was crying? That fucking teacher.

Maybe not choking on sobs with a migraine and sleep deprivation, but he was kinda fucking upset as far as I could tell.

"Eijiro, I'm just really sorry. I want you to know he most definitely cares about you, even if he- makes some bad decisions."

"I know. I know because we care about each other. Because we've been best friends for years. Because I fucking love him!" I sobbed.

"Eijiro I understand. I really do, I promise. But this isn't healthy. You know that," he whispered, looking at me worriedly.

I hate this so much, god. "I know.." I whisper. "But I don't know what to do," I clench my fists and look down.

"I can't get over him. I care about him and he's hurting. I also love him way too fucking much to leave him like that," I whisper back.

He hugged me again, and I just cried into his shoulder. "Do you want me to talk to Katsuki? I'll just ask what happened, I won't even mention our conversation."

"S-sure, yeah. Can I please wait in here until lunch is over? I'm not ready to detail that entire situation to everybody, hehe."

"Stay as long as you need, Eijiro." It definitely helped to talk about it, but it would've also helped to get my mind off of it. Oh well.
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Bakugo POV
Recovery Girl Office

I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling. I'm not crying anymore, I feel sort of numb. I hear a door open and roll over to look at the wall, not ready to face anyone.

"Katsuki?" Aizawa called, and I basically fucking curled up in a ball. Like a damn nerd or something. What's wrong with me?

"Y-yes?" I responded, straining my voice in the effort to sound sane, stuttering either way. What's wrong with me?

"Katsuki, I'm sure you know that students are very concerned about you and Eijiro. Could you please elaborate?"

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Shit. "W-What do you mean? Mina and- and Sero and Kaminari?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"So you don't know?" He asked. Fuck. What the hell happened? "First off, do you remember the events before passing out?"

"I- uhm, yeah. Yeah I do, I think. Shit, I don't remember passing out. I just remember why I was upset." I respond, tearing up.

Shit, I'm such a crybaby. But I don't wanna think about it. "Do you know about Eijiro coming here? While you were unconscious?" Aizawa asked and I shook my head.

"I hate to make you uncomfortable, but your disagreement is really the only thing being discussed by students right now."

Fuck. I can't do this. I can't be reminded that I don't have Kirishima anymore every time I walk into a room.

"Fuck," I whisper, and then I start fucking crying. Because I'm a fucking crybaby. I don't care, I just want it gone.

"Katsuki I know you're upset, but you really have to make it to class. I know you and you can only get better by brushing it off. I'll give you the breaks you need, but—"