Chapter 1: Beginning / Aftermath of Deku vs Kacchan part 2
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Kirishima woke up surrounded by intense heat. The scent of burnt caramel and smoke permeated his nostrils. Fingers wrapped in a puff of soft hair.
He slowly dragged his sleep-crusted eyes open, his breath catching in awe of the angel that slept in his arms. The soft light of dawn bathed Bakugo’s muscular form in hues of golden lighting up his hair like spun gold. Kirishima felt like he was holding a star in his grasp.
A bright, beautiful star that blazed across the galaxy offering its hope and light to so many below it. A blazing star that allowed itself to rest in Kirishima’s clumsy human arms. He was never one to believe in miracles but what else could you call this opportunity he was given?
“You’re going to be late for class Shitty Hair.” Bakugo grumbled in a sleep-soaked voice, slowly fluttering open bloodshot eyes. The scrapes on his face reminded Kirishima why he was there in the first place.
The fight.
Katsuki knocking on his door.
The devastation on his face as he crumpled into his arms.
“Do you want to talk about what happened last night?” Kirishima asked as gently as he could. Bakugo just grunted in response and turned around facing away from Kirishima.
That was a no then, Kirishima gathered. He just grinned and ruffled the fluffy hair in front of him.
“Well, I’m just glad you felt you could come here.”
Kirishima shimmied his way down the bed. Bakugo, he just learned, liked sleeping near the door.
He went about his daily routine with Bakugo still sleeping in his bed like this was a normal thing they did often, despite it being the first time. Kirishima’s little heart was beating loud enough that he was sure Bakugo could hear it.
He got ready in record time before sitting next to Bakugo again. He watched in rapture as a gust of wind picked up a strand of golden hair. He fixed it as gently as he could but ruby eyes still fluttered open.
“Seeing as you, Mr. Punctual, have still not gotten out of bed. I’m gonna assume you don’t have school today?” Kirishima asked with a teasing grin.
“Fought with Deku last night. Aizawa suspended me for 4 days. Fucker only got 3.” Bakugo grumbled, clearly perturbed by their teacher's verdict.
“And now I know who started the fight.” Kirishima laughed, “Well, unlike some troublemakers, us responsible students must drag ourselves to class. You gonna be ok here?”
Bakugo looked at Kirishima with an indecipherable expression before nodding, already snuggling further into Kirishima’s army print comforter and closing his eyes. Kirishima felt a wide smile break out at how cute the blonde looked, struggling to hold back the urge to plant a kiss on the living dynamite's forehead.
That would get him blown to kingdom come for sure.
“I’ll see you later Bakugo!” He called out instead before heading out.
As he wandered into the common space he saw Uraraka and Midoriya snuggled up on the couch engaged in a heated conversation. One was fully dressed for school, while the other seemed to still be in their pajamas. Midoriya seemed to be sporting similar bruises to Bakugo’s, just with a few more singe marks.
Midoriya noticed the second Kirishima entered the room and looked at him with eyes that seemed to scream ‘Help Me!’
Hero-in-Training to the rescue! Kirishima informed him through a small salute.
“Good morning Mido-bro, Uraraka! Oof that looks nasty! Have you been to Recovery Girl yet?” Kirishima parked himself behind the arguing couple.
“Kirishima! Good morning! Aizawa said we couldn’t use her powers to fix this cause it was a sort of -um personal fight?” Midoriya finished lamely.
“A personal fight with Bakugo. AGAIN. You both need to stop hurting each other like this!” Uraraka said angrily, but the worried frow of her brow was visible to both the boys.
“And as I’ve been saying for the past hour Ochako, I really think we resolved things last night. I think-I think he saw me as a human being for the first time and not just an amalgamation of all his issues and our history.” Uraraka looked like she had more to say but Midoriya cut her off.
“Now, if you both don’t leave right now you’re going to be late and I think Aizawa might be mad enough at us that he may suspend you both as well. We kept him up way past his bed time. He’s going to be grumpy for sure.” Uraraka glanced at the clock in the hall and sighed in defeat.
“Alright, alright. I trust you Izuku. Just take care of yourself ok?” The boyish grin she got in return awakened the sleeping butterflies in her stomach. That was his superweapon against her and the little weasel knew it.
She honked his nose and got up.
“Don’t even try it.” She said, the slight grin on her face undermining the annoyance in her tone.
“Shall we head out Kirishima?” Kirishima, who had been watching the adorable interaction with a slight smile on his lips, nodded and patted Midoriya on the back.
With a quick “Get well soon” from the both of them they left the dorm.
“I really do hope Bakugo stops coming after the poor boy like this.” Apparently, Uraraka wasn’t done with her rant and was now subjecting Kirishima to it as well. He just laughed awkwardly, again.
“I think that’s just how they communicate. They have issues that run years deep. I imagine it’d be hard for anyone, especially those two, to communicate with just words with such heavy baggage.” Kirishima said as they approached the classroom.
“I suppose. But honestly, sometimes I think Bakugo is like in love with Midoriya or something with how much energy he pours into their relationship.” That one throwaway comment had Kirishima’s world screeching to a stop.
He stiffly walked to his seat, barely tuning into Aizawa-sensei’s class.
He instead went through all the interactions he’d witnessed between Midoriya and his blonde best friend. Sure they were extremely passionate about anything that had to do with the other, but that could just be the competitiveness they shared. They seemed to orbit around each other. Or more accurately, Bakugo orbited around Midoriya. Measuring his successes and failures against the green-haired teen. Beating Midoriya Izuku and being the number one hero seem to hold the same weight in Bakugo’s life.
Yes, it could just be his stubbornness but what if-?
There’s no way.
Now that the unfortunate thought was planted in his head. Kirishima couldn’t stop seeing it.
He noticed how his and Bakugo’s nearly daily sparring and tutoring sessions soon dwindled after ‘the incident’ (as everyone had taken to calling it) with quick texts of,
Bakugo: Shitty Hair, training session with Deku.
To which he would always reply,
Kirishima: Alrighty! Have fun guys! :)
a ball of unease growing in his gut every time.
Each time the what if- became more certain in his head.
Chapter 2: The Overhaul Incident
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Then came the Overhaul incident.
Kirishima had never felt the kind of shame or known that kind of defeat. His best had not been good enough. He broke. And someone got killed.
He tried to mask how exhausted and mentally drained he was, tried to put on a smile and greet his very worried friends. He comforted Kaminari and hugged Ashido, spoke at length to assure Sero he was all right.
Through it all his eyes kept darting through the room trying to find a glimpse of fluffy blonde hair, but came up empty every time.
As soon as his friends had calmed down, he faked a large yawn punctuating his need for sleep and crept upstairs.
He’d really thought Bakugo would be there, but maybe he was with Midoriya? Maybe it was time to cut his losses and admit that he’d never have a chance with the man of his dreams. Not that he had much hope anyway, it was easy to see how Bakugo was way out of his league, especially after his failure. Why would he even expect Bakugo to want to be around him anyways-
Kirishima blinked to process what he was seeing in front of him as he flung open the door to his room.
Those red eyes he’d been looking for all evening were staring back at him. Spiky hair peeking through Kirishima’s army print comforter.
“Took you long enough Shitty Hair.” Bakugo grumbled as he paused what he was watching and loosened the sheets around him, inviting Kirishima to join him. And suddenly nothing mattered more in the world than scrambling into bed with the angel of a man in front of him.
Kirishima let the door bang shut as he carefully took the offered place next to Bakugo. The sense of comfort that flooded his veins was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
“You did well Red Riot.” Bakugo whispered as he brushed his shoulder against Kirishima’s.
He took in a deep breath after what felt like years. And suddenly he couldn’t keep it contained anymore.
He broke right there in the comfortable bubble Bakugo had created for them. He sobbed and gasped and grieved. Bakugo just slung an arm around the larger man, keeping a close eye on the red-head and wiping away tears now and then.
“I-If you know h-how I broke today… You’d hate me. I-I couldn’t save anyone.” Kirishima stuttered out between heart-wrenching sobs.
“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair.” He punctuated his statement with a tug on Kirishima’s hair, forcing him to look at Bakugo. “You’re fucking Red Riot. I don’t care that you broke cause I know for damn sure that you got back up again. We a-all saw the state you were in when they carted you away. No way in hell you got that way by not fighting back. You did well. Now fucking breathe you dumb fuck.”
Kirishima felt his sobs taper into a silent stream of tears that continued to fall down his chin. He took a shuddering breath in and out before curling back into Bakugo. Trying to fit his broader body into his friend's lithe frame.
“Thank you, Bakugo. So so much.”
He felt Bakugo nod before playing whatever he had been watching earlier.
Kirishima felt the first real smile spread on his face as the theme song from his favorite Crimson Riot song began to blare through his speakers.
In that moment Kirishima realized some very important truths:
- It didn’t matter how long he’d known Bakugo for, he was hopelessly in love with the angry Pomeranian.
- It didn’t matter who Bakugo loved. Kirishima’s heart would forever belong to him.
- Lastly, he’d do anything to keep Bakugo safe and happy.
He read once that everyone is promised one epic love in their lives and he knew this was his.
He watched with a crumbling yet proud heart as Bakugo grew closer to Midoriya through their internship. He knew how hard it must’ve been for him to swallow his pride and apply. But working with the number one hero seemed to help him improve by leaps and bounds.
He’d always make time to complain to Kirishima about Todoroki’s or Midoriya’s latest mishap, usually while making him more of his delicious food. As they spent more time at the internship he saw how the complaints became less poisonous and more fond. He spoke of Midoriya with an almost soft look in his eye as he complained about how ‘the idiot put himself in harm's way again’ or how ‘he geeked out to another extra today.’
Kirishima basked in the joy that Bakugo seemed to feel as he spoke about his day. It was becoming clearer than ever who held his interest, if not his heart.
So, Kirishima smiled and joked about how ‘Bakugo was one to talk’ or how ‘He’s seen Bakugo’s collection of figurines that would easily rival Midoriya’s’. All while scarfing down the best yakisoba he’d ever eaten in his life and keeping a tight lock on his heart.
He’d take whatever part of the star's light he could get, even if it's light wasn't meant for him.
Chapter 3: The Paranormal Liberation War Part 1
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I'm so sorry about the late update!
I wanted to publish one chapter every Monday!
But life happened T-THere's an extra chapter to make up for it! <3
Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
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Midnight-sensei was dead.
So many people were dead.
Bakugo was hit.
Bakugo got stabbed in the gut and was lying in a hospital bed.
Bakugo took the hit for Midoriya.
Midoriya won’t wake up.
Kirishima was walking back towards Bakugo’s room after leaving Todoroki’s to give the family some privacy. He couldn’t imagine what they were going through. But as he had glimpsed the fire in Mrs. Todoroki’s eyes he had a strong feeling they would pull through.
“Bakugo, stop! You’re going to open your wounds! Again!” Sero’s screaming echoed through the corridor, immediately pulling Kirishima out of his thoughts.
And there he was in all his bandaged glory.
Bakugo Katsuki, fighting against all odds to get to Midoriya Izuku.
Bakugo seemed to stop fighting the rest of their friends when he saw Kirishima.
“Well hello there. Enjoy your nap?” Kirishima asked, his trembling voice giving away how truly affected he was. After everything that had gone wrong, he was so glad to see Bakugo on his feet again.
Bakugo huffed and seemed to calm down slightly, taking in Kirishima’s bloodshot eyes and defeated posture.
“C’mon man. I’ll take you to Midoriya.” Kirishima slung an arm around Bakugo to keep as much pressure off the wound as possible. He knew Bakugo wouldn’t accept a wheelchair so this would just have to work. He glanced at the blonde's torso where he knew a couple scraps of fabric hid a once gaping wound. He grimaced at the spattering of blood he saw there.
“He isn’t awake yet, but All Might says we don’t have to worry about it. You might want to get more information from him.” Kirishima said as he led Bakugo towards Midoriya’s room, waving his friends goodbye.
He caught Sero’s slight pitying look and just shrugged. His feelings weren’t much of a secret amongst the Bakusquad nowadays. They eventually caught on to the fact that his longing looks weren’t very bro-friendly.
“And you?” Bakugo asked, a furrow knotting his brow.
“A clean bill of health! Just a few scrapes and bruises. The usual.” Kirishima finished with a broad smile, making sure not to glance down at Bakugo lest his ruse would be up, before stopping in front of Midoriya’s room.
“He’s just beyond that door. All Might has been keeping watch over him. I’ll wait outside if you need me.” Kirishima said as he knocked on the door. He could feel red eyes drilling into the side of his head, but he never met them, even as he handed off the wounded love of his life to All Might who brought him to the chair the older man was occupying.
Kirishima watched worry etch into every feature on Bakugo’s face as he took in Midoriya lying in bed, almost every part of him covered in bandages. Kirishima couldn’t help but observe his openly concerned expression. It was only present for a minute, quickly shrouded by his usual anger. But at that moment he had seemed lost, and innocent almost like a child.
All Might caught his eye when he continued to linger, lost in thought. Whatever he saw made him glance between Bakugo and him once more before a look of understanding dawned on him. Kirishima honestly couldn’t find it in him to do more than just shrug and walk out of the room, closing the door behind him.
He absently remembered that Aizawa occupied the room in front of Midoriya’s and made his way over to check on his teacher.
“-don’t like what you had to do. But I understand why you did it.” Mic’s emotional voice echoed through the gap in the door, stopping Kirishima in his tracks.
“Why is it always you though? Why do you always have to be in so much pain? I would do anything to take this pain for you.” Mic said tearfully, and Kirishima knew he should leave but in that moment he felt a sort of kinship with Mic-sensei.
That feeling of being so annoyed with the person you love for putting themselves in danger. While also understanding why it had to be done. Hating the world for putting them in that position in the first place, hating yourself for not being there. Wishing beyond anything that it was you and not them.
“Mic- you know this is the job. And hey, look at me. I’m coming home to you and Eri aren’t I?” Eraser-sensei said in the most gentle voice he’d ever heard from the older man.
“Is it selfish to want you to come back to us in one piece sometimes?” Mic muttered almost petulantly, Eraser huffed out a breathy laugh.
“What, am I no longer attractive to you without both my legs and about half my vision?” Eraser joked? He actually made a joke? Kirishima suddenly felt the need to leave.
“You know exactly how attractive I find you Shouta. Need I show you the tattoo again?” Mic said with a slight teasing edge to his voice, and yes, Kirishima was now speed-walking away.
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Kirishima’s thoughts ran away from him as took a seat on the uncomfortable hospital chairs in front of Midoriya’s room.
He thought about how nice it would be to talk to Bakugo about how he felt at that moment. To unload how worried he was. To tell him how angry he was that he would do something that dumb. He wished Bakugo would offer him comfort because he’d understand what it felt like, he’d understand the sheer panic that gripped his soul when he got the news- because he cared for Kirishima as much as Kirishima for Bakugo.
When Bakugo was still in bed, he’d hovered around Bakugo’s room for so long that his friends had to physically push him towards the med bay to get treated. He had tried to keep busy and help in the field, but between the scent of death that clung in the air and the vapid glares thrown his way by hurt, scared civilians he was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and he’d fallen asleep in front of Bakugo’s room.
When he woke up, Bakugo was still in the same state. But Todoroki had woken up and he just needed to be anywhere else-
“Shitty hair, what the fuck happened?” Kirishima took a deep breath and tried to arrange his face into a neutral emotion that didn’t betray how enraged he truly was. Because he was, so so angry and he couldn’t even express it.
“It's nothing, you ready to go to your room?” Kirishima looked up to see Bakugo leaning heavily on a frail All Might and immediately stood up to help.
“What the fuck? You looked ready to murder someone. What happened?” Bakugo questioned but he easily went with Kirishima. Kirishima gave All Might a tight-lipped smile as a goodbye and began leading them back to Bakugo’s room.
“Later Bakugo. How’re you though?” Kirishima said calmly.
“Fine. As you said All Might claims Deku is fine. He’ll wake up in a bit.” Bakugo gruffed but still looked concerned.
“That’s great.” Kirishima said with a genuine grin, relieved that every member of his class had truly survived the bloody battle.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. But Kirishima knew that it wouldn’t last. Bakugo really was like a dog with a bone about things like this.
“Speak.” He predictably barked the second he was comfortably situated in bed.
“Do we really have to do this now? You literally just woke up.” Kirishima sighed as he ran his hand through his gelled hair, getting his fingers stuck in the mess of spikes.
“Fucking spill Shitty Hair.” Bakugo griped as Kirishima successfully untangled his fingers. And yeah, you know what, fuck it. If Bakugo wanted to know then why waste this chance? Kirishima collapsed into the chair beside the hospital bed.
“Never fucking do that again Bakugo.” Kirishima’s face took on a threatening look, slightly hardened as emotions he tried to keep at bay came charging forth. Bakugo blinked in abject shock.
“I am so incredibly happy Mido-bro is alright. But taking a blade in your gut? Why would you do that?”
“I really didn’t have much choice, Kirishima!”
“I know that alright?! But you’re not me. You’re soft.-“
“I-I’m not fucking weak” Bakugo sputtered out defensively
“I never said you were! But you need to know what you can and cannot do! You need to know that to become the best hero and to fucking stay with us! Alive! You know, I had to listen to doctors discuss how lucky you were to be alive. A few centimeters higher and it would’ve got you in the heart! Do you know how terrifying that is? To know the person you- the person who is your best friend in the whole world could’ve died? It was fucking terrifying Bakugo.” Kirishima shielded his face as he felt a few hot tears escape his eyes. He really thought he was all cried out about this too.
“Katsuki.”
Kirishima dropped his hand from his face to look at Bakugo in confusion.
“After making such a long tearful speech, I figure it would make more sense to end it with Katsuki than fucking Bakugo.” Bakugo said, a slight flush on his cheeks. Kirishima felt laughter bubble in his chest at the sheer ridiculousness of his claim. He couldn’t hold himself back as he crushed Bakugo into a tight hug.
“I need you, Katsuki. Just please always remember that yeah?” Kirishima muttered into his shoulder, and he heard Katsuki hmm in response. He pulled back from the hug and grabbed a couple tissues for his leaking nose and eyes.
“And if I get to call you Katsuki, it's only fair that you call me Eijirou. Though I already know Shitty Hair will reign supreme to you.” Eijirou said as he cleaned up his face.
“Whatever Sh-Eijirou.” Katsuki said with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the way Eijirou sputtered in response.
“You’re a menace.” Eijirou expressed before sitting back down and filling Katsuki in on everything he’d missed.
Shortly after their ‘not’ moment. Midoriya left.
And if he hadn’t been convinced of Katsuki’s feelings before, even with getting stabbed for the boy. Watching Katsuki put his pride aside to apologize was really the last nail in that coffin. He saw how gently he carried Midoriya back with Uraraka constantly at their side fretting over the tired young man.
He watched the tears flow down Uraraka’s face with a heavy heart. The poor girl was completely distraught when Midoriya left. Kirishima was glad they had Midoriya back.
Katsuki had been determined but surprisingly not as broken up about it. Probably because he already knew about Midoriya’s powers? Or maybe he was just confident he’d find his- ugh Eijirou still didn’t know how to describe their relationship- His Deku.
The years following the great war saw Deku and Katsuki grow closer. Theirs was a bond forged through trust and heartache. Through understanding and cruelty. Through literal fire and brimstone. But it warmed Eijirou’s heart that Katsuki also got better at letting more people in.
He saw the effort Katsuki made towards not just being the number one hero but at being a better version of himself. Although Katsuki still seemed to be the most comfortable in his presence, even in their third year (a fact he was extremely proud of), it wasn’t uncommon to see him in the common room beside Todoroki watching some Natural Geographic show about Koalas. Or helping Ashido with her makeup before a big dance performance. He’d even let Kaminari come to a few of their study sessions when the boy was obviously struggling with his studies. And Eijirou had walked in on Katsuki playing Mario Kart in Sero’s room on more than one occasion- just to name a few instances.
Eijirou was particularly proud of how much progress he’d made with his mother. After learning about their relationship Eijirou had urged them to go for family therapy. He acknowledged the moat of love that surrounded the family but couldn’t help but say something about how that love was expressed. Their conversation had led to one of their biggest fights to date. Katsuki had refused to talk to him for almost 2 weeks, despite all his groveling.
Just as Eijirou was contemplating breaking down Katsuki’s door to get him to talk again, Katsuki himself showed up. At the dead of night. Soaking wet having run to the dorm from his home in the rain.
“You were fucking right Ei. Dad said he’d make it happen.” Katsuki had mumbled and Eijirou had felt his heart swell with affection and pride for the man in front of him.
“You’re incredible.” Eijirou had said simply before inviting the man into his room and wrapping him up with a towel.
He set up an All Might movie and brought over some ready-made hot cocoa with a dash of cinnamon as Katsuki got ready for bed. It was routine when one of them had had a heavy day. A ready fix that Katsuki had created for them
Notes:
Tada! It's the next chapter!
Right on schedule!
And I really really like this one too! XP
Chapter 5: Original Arc Part 1
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True to Eijirou’s thought in his first year, he never loved anyone other than Katsuki in his second year. And they were now in their final year at UA.
Katsuki had never made any indication of being interested in Eijirou in a romantic way. But he still had everything that mattered. Eijirou had Katsuki’s affection in the form of the random meals he would cook for them. He had his attention every time they came up with a new move together. He had his awe when he perfected unbreakable to last for 10 whole minutes. He had his happiness in the form of Katsuki’s braying laughter at his dumb antics. And now he had his time as Fatgum and Endeavor’s agency’s linked up for a joint mission.
“Ground Zero! We get to work together again!” Eijirou chirped as he ran up to the love of his life, and saw Deku next to him.
“Us too Deku! When did we last work together? Not since when we met Rin!” Katsuki huffed.
“Nothing good comes from working with this show-off.”
Eijirou knew for a fact this wasn’t true. The wonder-duo were famous. They balanced each other out perfectly. He’d teamed up with Katsuki to kick some serious butt too, but it was the wonder duo that was plastered on every magazine cover as the biggest rising heroes.
Todoroki used to feature with them as well before he went to work with Hawks. ‘To get a different type of field experience’ he’d said, but Eijirou knew the truth.
Just like his dumb self, Todoroki had gone and fallen for someone he could never have.
Pro-hero Deku.
They have had many a sorrowful night since their second year, talking about how amazing their respective partners are. Todoroki still insisted that Eijirou atleast try as Katsuki was still single. But even Todoroki couldn’t deny there might be something more between Deku and Katsuki. And Eijirou couldn’t risk what he had with his best friend.
He wouldn’t be exaggerating if he said Katsuki was the light of his life. He was always there to pick Eijirou up when he stumbled, and he stumbled a lot, or to share in the happiness of his successes. And he just couldn’t lose that. No matter what.
“As far as your assignment goes it’s pretty basic.” Mic’s voice echoed through Endeavor’s conference room.
“There’s a new quirk canceling drug on the market, Miracuru. A group called the Zombie Skulz, yes mostly made up of young people, intends on infecting the waterways with the stuff. The usual ‘those with powers are ‘impure’ and we’re curing them’ bull. The group has managed to pull in some serious numbers, possibly due to the large-scale destruction and loss of life made possible because of the existence of powers during the Great War. Even with the 40 heroes we’ve managed to gather, the ratio of heroes to villains is 1:50. I’ve sent you all a file on who has what powers and which ones to look out for, but it may not encompass every single villain you will battle.”
Kirishima frowned a bit, the fact that a criminal organization managed to collect over 2000 people was quite concerning. The Great War had really brought out either the worst or the best in most people.
“We will be rushing their hideout tomorrow at 21:00. Their hideout is a typical old warehouse, so there shouldn’t be any civilians around during that time.” Mic finished.
“Come on Shitty Hair. I know I’m gonna have to beat all this information into your thick skull.” Katsuki said as he aggressively scrolled through the 982 slides on his phone.
Eijirou groaned but faithfully followed Katsuki waving a quick goodbye to Deku.
“How am I going to survive without you?” Eijirou exhaled. Two coffees and four hours of studying later he had a rough idea about who had what power. Largely due to Katsuki’s painstaking efforts to keep him focused.
Katsuki’s head flung towards him, face carefully neutral.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Um… Dude you do know that our time at UA is coming to an end right, in like 3 months? We won’t just be around each other all the time.” Eijirou stared at Katsuki’s face, smiling to himself when he saw that this information seemed to actually upset him.
“What do you plan on doing after graduation?” Eijirou asked, he’d never had the heart to ask. Somewhere deep down he didn’t want to know he wouldn’t be part of Katsuki’s future plan. But he’d made peace with it. Stars in the sky never stop moving for anyone after all.
“Deku, Round Face, and I were planning on getting a place together.” Eijirou felt his face fall but he tried to hold it together. Apparently, stars make exceptions for their fellow stars.
“Oh, that sounds great. Good luck living with the happy couple.” Eijirou tried the teasing route but his voice sounded flat even to his own ears.
“Yeah… That’ll be painful.” Eijirou nodded, his mind rattling with questions. Painful? Painful how? Painful cause he’ll have to live with the man he loves and the woman said man loves? Or painful cause it’ll be awkward? Or maybe, just maybe, it’d be painful cause he’ll miss Eijirou?
Eijirou sighed and brushed the thought away. That was definitely a reach.
But… he could just ask.
“Painful how?” Eijirou hoped beyond hope that maybe he could get Katsuki to consider moving in with him. But perhaps that would be quite masochistic on his part. Having Katsuki near him without being with him.
“That-“ And Katsuki never got to finish that thought as Deku popped into the conversation.
“I’m so sorry to do this Kacchan but we have to go remember. We were going to finalize houses together today! Uraraka is already there!” He chirped getting adorably visibly excited when talking about his girlfriend.
Eijirou smiled at the cute interaction, absently wondering if anyone would ever get this excited while talking about him. Before banishing the thought. Even if someone out there did, the angry boy in front of him had his entire being. There’d be nothing left for anyone else.
“You have the worst fucking timing in the world!” Katsuki screeched, before ruffling Eijirou’s hair in way of a goodbye and leaving, dragging poor Deku behind him by the collar.
Kirishima huffed out a laugh as he straightened up his mussed-up hair.
He felt a shudder of sadness work through him for the millionth time.
He never felt unwanted by Katsuki. But knowing he’d never be wanted to same way he wanted Katsuki, knowing that Katsuki didn’t need him the way he would someone he truly loves. Yeah that was a hard, bitter pill to swallow. One that he gets better at taking every time it’s dished out.
Eijirou got up deciding that preparing for the upcoming battle was a much better use of his time than mulling over his broken heart again. It had really had more than enough screen time in his life.
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The atmosphere was electric with the tension that usually permeated the air before a major battle. Everyone had dispersed into their groups of 5, deciding to enter from three entrances on the ground and three ‘secret’ exits they’d found. Likely exits for the upper echelon in case of an emergency evacuation.
“You ready kids?” The pro-hero Wind-Rider asked, her long hair flowing dramatically behind her. Katsuki rolled his eyes at being called a child, while Eijiro, Deku, and, a hero-in-training from Ketsubutsu, Bumblebee enthusiastically agreed.
Wind-Rider was able to control the winds, her signature move being Hurricane Flush. Bumblebee was able to shrink to the size of a bumblebee while keeping her strength, she also had wings that could help her fly. Or so Deku had explained to them when they were allotted to their teams.
“Then let's go whip up a storm!” Wind-Rider created a wind raft of sorts to keep Eijirou with them while they all readied themselves for the signal.
They could all hear Present Mic’s countdown through their earpieces.
It second the countdown struck one, there was a flurry of activity. Sparks danced in the air from Bakugo’s explosions as they took off.
No one was sure exactly where the drug was kept and hence the whole warehouse needed to be searched thoroughly.
The warehouse itself didn’t seem very large. But as they ran down the same corridor for 15 minutes they began to realize they were already caught in someone’s quirk.
“It could be Maze, he can create a perception of a never-ending maze.” Katsuki said.
“Paths too straight to be a maze. It could be Hippie. She could’ve hypnotized her the second we entered the building” Deku countered.
“Not unless she was dangling her eyeballs from the ceiling. Can’t do shit without direct eye contact.” Katsuki gruffed.
The wonder duo exchanged a few more names, but Eijirou was more interested in what he found on the ground. As they went on 20 minutes in their loop, Eijirou jumped off the wind platform and landed on the protrusion he’d found in the ground. Katsuki stayed behind to see what the hero was up to and immediately saw what he was looking at.
He smacked his forehead when he saw Deku and the others complete another circle and end up when Eijirou and Katsuki were.
“It's just a slight perception shift. And they sealed off the doors. I think we can get to where we need to by just smashing downwards.” Eijirou said as he hardened his fist and Katsuki popped some explosions in his palms. Deku beat them both by smashing the ground first, much to Katsuki’s chagrin.
“I hate that human.” Katsuki whispered darkly to Eijirou who just laughed and pet his head in response.
Eijirou looked around the dark passage they found. When he flicked on his flashlight a sparkling white substance surrounding the walls and floors immediately caught his attention.
“Kats, you don’t think?” Eijirou looked around in fear. If his assumption was right, they had possibly just walked right into the villain's trap.
“Mic, we just found signs that the new version of the drug is a powder and hence could become airborne. Alert all heroes that attacks related to wind must be used with caution.” Katsuki spoke through his earpiece as he pulled on his gas mask. The other heroes did the same.
“How long of an exposure do you think we need before our powers stop working?” Bumblebee asked worriedly.
She answered her own question as her body began to grow. Deku tried to activate his superstrength to no avail, and Eijirou couldn’t activate his hardening either.
“Shit!” Katsuki summed up all their thoughts quite well. If the most important piece of data about the drug -its administration- was fabricated there's no telling what it could do.
“We proceed with the hope that the loss of our powers is reversible and temporary. I strongly suggest we leave and return after checking on our powers.” Wind-Rider said as she picked up her kunai knives.
Eijirou shined his light through the passageway and while every bone in his body argued with turning tail and running, he could see the wisdom in what she was saying. Deku and Katsuki seemed to begrudgingly agree as well.
Bumblebee seemed to agree as well before she screamed in pain. Everyone was by her side in a minute. An arrow was sticking out of her shoulder, thankfully sitting much higher than her heart.
“Aw, I missed.” A scrawny teenager with scruffy black hair emerged from the shadows.
“That’s alright Micky. They’re powerless we can get them easily.” A muscular woman appeared behind Micky. Eijirou raised his flashlight to light up the rest of the passage and saw atleast 40 people crowding the tunnel.
“I’d like to see you fucking try.” Katsuki challenged but Eijirou could see the slight worry behind the bravado. 1:10 with powers was a cakewalk. 1:10 without powers could bring some challenges.
Eijirou pulled out his Tonfa, Katsuki, and Deku pulling out their whip and mace respectively. They caught some familiar faces in the crowd. But no one they thought to feel particularly apprehensive of.
“Any chance you let us destroy the drug and leave without a fight?” Eijirou asked, just to cover all his bases. The laugh he got in return was answer enough.
“All right then, don’t blame me for what’s about to happen.”
The wonder duo immediately rushed into the thick of it, simultaneously thinking of taking down the powered people who seemed to be in charge.
The other villains, to their credit, reacted to the sudden charge quickly. Rushing towards the duo launch attacks of their own. But Eijirou and Wind-Rider wouldn’t let that happen.
The clash of steel against steel rang through the tunnel. Icicles and lava bubbling up in reaction to the villain's powers. The one good part about this being an anti-quirk group was that a lot of them were quirkless or had quirks not suited to battle. The boy he was fighting, who couldn’t have been older than 16, seemed to have a scissor quirk that allowed his hands to turn into scissors.
In another life, maybe he could’ve been a hairdresser. Eijirou idly thought as he lifted his arms over the boy's head and brought down his heavy fists, knocking him out cold.
The fight continued in a similar fashion, Eijirou catching bits of the villain's monologue about how their ‘head’ was going to destroy all quirks. Or how their ‘head’ would get them justice for all they suffered at the hands of quirk users. But Eijirou was too busy with the villains coming at him to fully pay attention.
Eijirou dished out as many blows as he got, but with every rod ramming into his back, and every arrow that nicked his arms and legs his body began to feel heavy. His head swung to the side as another villain clocked him in the face, but from that new angle, he saw a slowly growing glimmer behind a boulder.
Another quirk user, his brain helpfully provided.
The next series of events happened too quickly for him to fully process.
Eijirou noticed a man behind that glimmer- a glimmer that seemed to be coming from the laser gun he’d morphed his arm into.
The gun was pointed in Deku’s direction.
Katsuki noticed the gun and rushed towards Deku. Possibly to take the shot like last time.
Deku noticed the gun but he wouldn’t be able to move out of the way fast enough.
Eijirou had already begun to run towards the quirk user, to attempt to disarm him. But he wouldn’t make it in time.
That really only left one choice, didn’t it?
Eijirou pushed Katsuki out of the way.
Hearing the horrified whisper of Eijirou as he did.
He rushed in front Deku, hoping the muscles he’d built over the past 3 years would be enough to stop it from reaching its target.
And from the screams he heard from Katsuki and Deku as a searing hot pain filled his body, it probably was.
Eijirou grasped at the hole in his side, gritting his teeth at the pain, but he didn’t cease in his momentum as socked the man behind the boulder in the face. The man’s gun had morphed back into a hand and Eijirou briefly recalled someone with the power to launch one bullet every 24 hours or something similar.
“Red! Red Riot! You fucking stay alive! You hear me!” Eijirou laughed at the audacity of the blonde-haired man currently fighting off another barrage of attacks. A laugh that slowly turned into a cough as he felt blood build up in the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” Katsuki cursed, an undercurrent of fear in his voice that Eijirou desperately wanted to quell.
“J-Just a scrape. I’ll be fine.” Eijirou rasped out. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wind-Rider being cornered by too many people. Thankfully Bumblebee was back in the fray but there were too many people for just them to take down.
C’mon legs. Move. We still have a job to do.
If Red Riot was going to go down he was going to go down swinging. A fanged smile spread across his face as he pushed his heavy body up. He wasn’t very fast anymore but he would take down the guys making their way towards Wind Rider.
He rapped his fists together in his signature pose before launching himself at the villains.
“Why don’t you fight me instead?” He asked almost politely as he took his battle stance.
The villains took one look at the injured hero and proceeded to attack. Trying to get him while he was down. But Eijirou stood his ground like the unbreakable horse he once claimed he was.
He felt warm liquid rush down his side with every blow he landed. He shook himself out of every searing moment of pain that came when he was dealt a blow. And true to his word he took down the villains he intended to before falling to his knees.
He felt Wind-Rider and Bumblebee flank his sides, the number of villains had decreased with all their contributions so they were managing just fine.
Eijirou watched Katsuki and Deku wear down the group of superpowered villains even without their quirks. And as he watched their effortless parrying, their infinite trust in each other- he knew he’d made the right choice.
Eijirou fell to the ground, the thumping of the battle carrying on around him. He felt blood pool and collect around him. He felt his breathing hitch, he’d really hoped to die in a more elegant way. Perhaps on his death bed surrounded by his and Katsuki’s many grandchildren.
He’d obviously go first, living without Katsuki would be too painful.
He’d always heard that people see their life flash before their eyes before they die. But all Eijirou could think about was the future that could’ve been.
But that’s alright, he may not have Katsuki’s love but he managed to keep that promise he’d made to himself all those years ago.
Katsuki was happy and safe.
Notes:
I swear I love our red-headed puppy!
But angst so goooddd! T-T
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Eijirou was pulled out of his musings by a giant boom. He tried cracking his eyes open, that had been one of Bakugo’s explosions- how?
He felt someone move him as the passageway rumbled and groaned, it was starting to cave in.
Eijirou passed out somewhere in the middle, his next moment of lucidity started with the sting of a slap.
He tried to crack his eyes open, and he managed to. Just enough to make out Katsuki’s tear-streaked face engulfed by the first rays of dawn.
“Don’t… be sad.” Eijirou gritted out, he couldn’t make out the words Katsuki was saying as his consciousness faded away again but he knew he didn’t like the desperate tone. Or the tears on his face.
But he couldn’t stay awake any longer, he really wished he could’ve punched whoever made his favorite blonde cry though.
He thought he’d fixed everything.
Eijirou woke up to the sound of a continuous beeping. A rather familiar sound in his line of work.
So I survived. Eijirou thought with a slight smile.
He tried blinking his eyes open, frowning when the fluorescent lights of the hospital blinded him. He blinked away the black fuzz behind his eyes and felt his mood lighten as he took in all the get well soon balloons, and flowers surrounding his room. The bouquet that looked like a rainbow had thrown up on it was probably from Ashido.
The little plushie shark was definitely from Denki, he knew how much he loved the little suckers. Sero probably brought the balloons, seeing as how they were taped on the ceiling directly above his head. He squinted to read what was written on it.
“I’m stealing your chocolates while you stay asleep.”
Ah yes, definitely Sero.
He looked around at the various other trinkets, a card was placed on the table near his bed, a collection of sweet well wishes from his classmates for sure.
A genuine grin began spreading on his face at how wonderful his friends were. He reached out for the card but a sharp pain in his side prevented him from moving.
Ah yes, that tiny scrape.
Eijirou collapsed back in bed, pressing the call button for the nurse. He checked the clock on the side of the room as he waited for assistance.
Shit, I’m going to have to make up for 4 days of school. Including today.
He belatedly wondered how they got out of there, and whether the quirk-cancelling powder was dealt with. He panicked as he realized why he was there in the first place and tried to reach for his hardening. It immediately responded much to his relief.
Maybe that was actually Bakugo’s explosion at the end then. Really thought I’d been imagining it-
Eijirou’s musings were cut short by his door being thrown open.
And there stood Bakugo Katsuki in all his panicked glory. He was heaving, his arm in a sling, his hair a complete mess. Deep dark circles surrounded his bloodshot eyes. He looked distraught.
Eijirou thought he had prevented this.
“Kats… What happened? Are you all right?” Eijirou croaked out, belatedly realizing how dry his throat was. He watched in shock as Katsuki’s eyes welled up.
He immediately turned toward the table and grabbed Eijirou a glass of water. Eijirou tried to reach out shaky hands but Katsuki swatted them away, instead grabbing a straw for Eijirou to drink from.
Eijirou obediently accepted it, blushing when the heart monitor kicked up a notch. Eijirou glared at it, feeling betrayed by his own damn pulse, before noticing that Katsuki’s gaze was fixed on the monitor as well.
“Stupid thing stopped 2 times the first night you were here.” Katsuki whispered with a haunted look on his face. Eijirou felt his heart go out to him. It must’ve been terrifying to see your best friend’s heart stop beating.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that Katsuki.” He said honestly but Katsuki wouldn’t look at him. He just placed the cup on the table and took a seat next to his bed.
“Why did you do that?” Katsuki asked quietly and Eijirou gave him the most obvious answer.
“Mido-bro was in trouble. The laser was aimed right at his chest, and I picked up on it too late. I figured I had a higher chance of survival taking it in the gut.” Eijirou sheepishly scrubbed at his hair, slightly perturbed by how subdued Katsuki was.
“Why did you push me out of the way?” Katsuki asked just as quietly and Eijirou just smiled.
“It was better me than you.” He said plainly and to him, that was the simple truth. And also apparently, the wrong thing to say as Katsuki’s eyes blazed with fury.
“Never fucking say that shit! That is complete fucking bullshit! It would never, ever be better for you to be here than me. You are a fucking ray of sunshine Ei, people need you! I need you!” Katsuki held onto Eijirou’s hand tight, like he might float away if he let go for even a second. Eijirou smiled at the concern.
“To me, you're this bright blazing star, with your passion and unrelenting spirit. And I’ve been so happy to be in your orbit. You have this fire that inspires me every day Kats. And I need that. I need you. So of course I couldn’t let you end up in here. You belong out there, doing good in the world. With or without me around.” Katsuki rushed to smack his hand across Eijirou’s mouth.
“What did I just say?” Katsuki whispered almost brokenly before his hand slid across Eijirous face to caress his cheek. “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to live in a world without you in it? When the doctors said your heart stopped for the second time I started researching time-altering quirks all fucking day cause I refuse to live in a world where you’re g-gone. I only stopped once they told me you were stable.”
“What-? Katsuki?!” Eijirou furrowed his eyebrows. Messing with time-altering quirks was one of the worst taboos in their quirk-filled world. Too much could change, too much was at risk.
“How are you still confused, you stupid hardhead?” Katsuki murmured heatedly, hand now fisted around Eijirou’s loose red locks.
“I’m saying I want you to be the person I see when I get home every day. I’m saying I want to cook you your probably unhealthy amount of meat and watch your stupid Crimson Riot movies. I want you to comfort me when my nightmares get bad, and I want you to come to me when your brain is eating you up about something. I want to beat field information into your head. I want you right at my side when I become the best hero in the world and I want to support you through all your ups and downs. I want to fucking grow old with you. I want to tease you about your bald shiny head which you will definitely get from all your stupid fucking bleaching. I want to live a life with you. Don’t you want that with me?” Katsuki finished, a slight apprehension coating his last words as he loosened his grip on Eijirou’s hair.
“Kats, do you love me?” Eijirou was in awe staring at Katsuki’s quickly reddening face. Katsuki let out a strangled sound before he nodded.
“Of course I do you shitty-haired shit head. Who else could I ever possibly love?”
“Midoriya?” The slightly insecure part of Eijirou reared its ugly head.
Notes:
Hehe! Behold the mushiness to make up for the angst <3:)
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Katsuki looked almost disgusted at the notion.
“Explain yourself for even making such an absurd statement.” Bakugo asked roughly, planting himself onto the bed next to Eijirou. Eijirou began listing all the instances he’d observed-
“-and you took a fucking dagger for the man, and were about to do that again! Like 4 days ago! Ever since you had your battle he began to change you for the better. I literally watched you both communicate with no words. Ya’ll always practice together and well now you’re moving in with him! What was I supposed to think?” Eijirou was understandably slightly emotional by the end of his rant.
“Wow, I have never known of anyone who’s come so close to the truth and then veer so far off. You’re a special kind of dumb, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki said with a smirk. Eijirou gasped in righteous indignation.
“Hold your horses drama-king. I’ll start right at the beginning. If you think far back enough, who was the annoying fucker who kept trying to get me to make up with Deku?” Eijirou thought about it for a second a distant memory flashing in his brain.
“I may or may not have told you it would be super manly for you both to talk about what had happened in the past and attempt to move forward.” Eijirou muttered.
“Yes, and you followed that up with, ‘And if everything goes to shit, come cry on my fucking shoulder.’” Katsuki said with a killer smirk. And Eijirou did recall saying something similar with much less swearing.
“Do you also remember how you would drag me to every fucking Baku-squad meet up? Of course I would form relationships with the fools after seeing them around all the time! How did you even think that was Deku’s doing?” Katsuki seemed to almost laugh at the thought.
“Because he was such a good influence in your life?” Eijirou asked sheepishly and Bakugo ‘tsked’.
“Only thing that weasel is a good influence on is increasing my blood pressure. Always a hairs breath from death, that one. That’s why I train with him so often, cause his own powers could actually kill him. It took him years to master. And ever since I found out about how he got his powers, I couldn’t just look the other way anymore.”
“And I’m not moving in with them, you idiot. We were going to get a 3-bed flat cause… Honestly, because I was too chicken shit to ask you to live with me. I was trying to build up to it, but I just never could. It would hurt like a bitch to live with you and not be with you, ya know.” Eijirou teared up a bit as he clasped Katsuki’s free hand.
“Yeah, that’s why I was scared to ask you too. Well, that and cause I thought you were in love with Midoriya. I should’ve just asked. I just didn’t want to even risk losing you as a friend.” Eijirou whispered, and he watched as a realization dawned upon Katsuki.
“You love me too. And we’re both idiots.” Katsuki summed up quite nicely, making Eijiro laugh.
“Yes to both.” He said shyly, pressing a quick kiss to Katsuki’s knuckles.
“We have chickened out of shit enough, no more of that. I want to kiss you.” Katsuki boldly claimed and Eijirou happily nodded, wetting his dry lips once.
His heart beat faster as Katsuki drew closer, his heart monitor making sure to let them both know. He wrapped one hand around the back of Katsuki’s neck, playing with the baby hair there. They leaned in for a second maybe two before their lips met.
Eijirou’s first kiss was beautiful. It was warm and passionate and comfortable. It made him excited in the best of ways, while also bringing him relief. Like he could let go of the weight of being a hero and just exist as Eijirou for a minute. It also helped that Katsuki’s lips were as soft as he’d imagined, he thought about maybe taking things a bit further-
But with interrupted by the clearing of a throat.
“Alright boys! I just need to do some routine checks and I’ll be out of your hair.” A rather flushed nurse asserted, dropping a stack of papers on the table right next to the card.
Eijirou felt a Katsuki like thread of anger swell up within him about being interrupted. But Katsuki immediately backed away; concern etched deeply into his brow. He probably needed the nurse’s official confirmation that he was ok, but Eijirou still didn’t like that look on his face.
“So what happened to your arm? And the quirk-cancelling drug?”
“I blew up my gauntlet. High heat crystallised the powdered drug and we got our escape route.” Katsuki grinned like it was the greatest plan ever while Eijirou looked horrified. The pride on his face warmed his heart though, and he relented with a sigh.
“Well, gotta admit that’s a sick move. Glad you kept your arm.” Eijirou stuck out his fist for a fist bump that Katsuki returned.
“Doc said it was the sleeve you asked Hatsume to make for me. Just a couple broken bones but, yeah, kept the arm.” Katsuki would not mention the abject terror that had gripped his heart when he saw Eijirou fall. He wouldn’t admit that he hadn’t even thought about whether or not he would keep his arm. He wouldn’t tell him how he shook the entire way to the hospital, how he refused to move from his spot at his door till he knew his heart was beating. He wouldn’t tell Kirishima that he would keep searching for that time-quirk just as insurance. Katsuki would never lose his Sun, not to anything but old age.
“Then I’m sure you’re glad you kept me around huh?” Eijirou smiled his sunshine smile, ripping one out of the blonde as well.
“I think I am.” And I’ll make sure it stays that way.
Notes:
Tada~
And it's finally over!!!
8 weeks laterrrr!Stay tuned for a tiny bts!
And wish you a very Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!!! <3<3
Chapter 9: Original Arc Part 4.5
Notes:
Here's the last chapter as wellll!
A tiny little holiday present from me to you <3
Chapter Text
Outside their room, a certain homeroom teacher stood awkwardly next to the forgotten nurse whom Kirishima had called. Aizawa had a couple of stacks of homework clutched in hand for problem child 1 who’d been absent the entire time Kirishima was unconscious.
Between the yelling, the crying, and now the prolonged heart-to-heart, they both lost their opportunity to go inside.
When his students were still talking 5 minutes in, Aizawa just shrugged and gave the homework to the nurse asking them to hand it to his two students who were currently...
Making out.
Dear God.
“What’s got you so flushed?” Hizashi asked as he put the car in gear.
“It’s nothing. You owe me a 20 for calling Kiribaku happening in the 3rd year though.” Shouta said smugly as he fastened his seatbelt.
“Again?! How are you so good at this?!” Hizashi griped exiting onto the road that led to their apartment.
“I know my problem children.” Shouta simply said as he closed his tired eyes. God was he glad his days as an uncertain teenager were done. A slight smile played on his lips as he twirled the ring on his third finger.
He’d better get an invitation to their wedding though, he idly thought.
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