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            take your time . catch up on everything first . 

@startinqwars 
            
            /   awe ! ofc ofc 

/  mhm !  
            just figured i'd let you know . 

/      *     wait please  
            i need a distraction and that would be perfect   .   <3 

katsuki's teeth were gritted while he breathed heavily, part of him almost felt bad for lying and faking ever emotion that he was feeling. he couldn't stop now though, he was just where he wanted to be. in the eyes, arms, and home of the person who helped him learn love and what it was like to feel.
            "i fucking tried to revive him..i didn't want to believe he was dead! i even tried giving him a damn hug, he always begged me for them, but he never fucking breathed, never moved or fucking laughed! he was just..empty! gone..!"
            he explained, moving his hands that were shaking while he gripped the front of his hair with a shaky breath.
            "i..i want to fucking kill whoever did this. he didn't deserve it! he did nothing..!" 
            he did nothing except fall in love with eijirou, he couldn't have it. he had to kill him, had to have his blood on his hands.

@-lcvesickk 
            
            he heard the explanation , but it didn’t match up on why there was blood splattered all over his clothing and skin , kirishima bringing up his own hand and wiping some of the blood off his face , a curious expression upon his features as he placed himself on the couch and gently pulled the other with him , not caring at all if there were stains on the couch or about how bloody his clothes are , Katsuki was important to Kirishima . 
            and he could see that he was hurting , soon hearing the very common yelling of anger from the short tempered blonde . it made more tears stream down his cheeks , shaking his head and rubbing his arm ,
            " hey . . It ‘s not your fault . . don ‘t blame yourself . there is n - no way you could ‘be known . "
            it was certain he was heartbroken by not just the news , but by the sight . he was starting to stutter and his voice was shakey . he was still very curious , and he really wanted to know . 
            " we - well uhm . . how did you get blood all over you , katsu ? "
            the red head questioned , tilting his head to the side once again . 

when eijirou wrapped his arms around him for that moment, his heart sped up and he swore he saw hearts in his vision. he was lovesick, he would do anything to get the redhead. he just wanted this warm feeling, he wanted it forever, he wanted to stay in his arms and never let him move or go too far. 
            " yeah..okay.."
            he didn't feel numb right now, he felt something right now. maybe it was being in the home of the other? maybe it was the feeling of the blood splattered across his face and clothes like spray paint on a alleyway wall or building? he didn't know, but it felt swell. he liked it.
            "i-i'm so sorry, kiri. he called me..he wanted to talk and when i got there he was dead in the kitchen..the door was open, too.." 
            his voice was raspy, making it sound as if he had cried or had been screaming while wiping the tears from his face. kirishima was crying? did the other really make him so..happy..that he cried? did he love him? he had so many questions. 
            "he was your good friend, it's my fault for not showing up on time! i could have fucking blasted whoever was trying to harm him!" 
            now it was time to fake anger, it was the easiest thing to express and what he was known for, so he used it.