5 bullets left.
Bang! It misses Kirishima, but only barely.
4 they count.
Bang! This one hits the red head, tearing at his body, but ultimately falling away.
"Ugh, three," Kiri grunts. His breath hits Katsuki's face.
"Kirishima," Bakugou says. "Move."
READ THIS PLEASE!
Not my characters!
I want to apologize in advance!
I'm not very good at writing!
This will be short!
The idea for this short story actually came to me via my late night daydreaming. (Wow, weird sentence Pomme.)
Anyway, I'm doing my best to stay true to that original idea while also building on it, and attempting to fit it all together.
#1 in #pleasedonthateme which I wouldn't say is a huge accomplishment but still
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.