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As per usual, nothing really change in their lifestyle, except from their growing affection onto one another. As if that actually count as changes, right? Becoming a pro heroes themselves, they never forgot to spoil their partner with a lot of love even though busy with their never ending calls and packed schedules. Until it was all came crashing down on them.
Bakugo just came back from his work. His patrol that day really did tire him off as he came later than he normally did. He threw his backpack onto the black leathered sofa with droopy-tired eyes. He now understand why Aizawa behaved like whatever he did back then, even though their condition was slightly different but for him it’s kinda had a similar way of putting it. Kirishima came into his view, walking from the kitchen toward him. An orange apron hanging slightly lose on his fit body.
“Hey, babe. Welcome home,” the red head man rested his gentle kiss onto the soft untainted smooth cheek instead of the lips because he knew that the spiky boy not really comfortable with a kiss onto lips right after came back from his hero’s duty. ‘All of the germs still hanging around and could contaminate us,’ what he said. Such a clean-freak if we might add. Kirishima noticed how tired this certain ash-blonde man was. He wrapped his buffed arms around the tiny waist along with a soft squeeze of reassurance and comfort.
Out of nowhere, Bakugo slightly tugged away from him, loosen that grip on him with a slight frown. Kirishima dumbfounded. His blasty never reject his sign of affection no matter how worn off he was. Not since their high school. So why today was any different? His eyebrows knitted in worrisome. Is there something wrong?
He got snapped out from his wonder as there was a small soft pecked on his lips. He gazed down on Bakugo; reminded him how tall he had grown in height which left the other guy few inches shorter than him. Maybe about his nose, hm?
“Hey, I’m fine. Just wanna settled down my ass real quick. Nothing to worry about, ok,” the attractive husky voice reached his ears. He zoned out for seconds before hummed quietly in understatement.
“Then I’ll make the table for us. I just prepared something for you, hn. You won’t believe me on how much effort I’ve been pulling through to learn that spicy Mapo Tofu recipe for you these days,” Kirishima respond with his usual beam of sunshine’s ray.
Bakugo chuckled and smiled ; “Yeah, been looking forward to it too. If not, those sacrifices MY kitchen had gone through would go down to waste.”
Kirishima pouted unconditionally which made Bakugo’s laughter grew.
“But welp, lucky for you that I still love your sorry shitty ass tho.”
“Damn right! It’ll take a lot for anything to surpass our undivided love and separate us apart!” Kirishima exclaimed joyfully.
“Hmm... I don’t know, Eiji.... maybe.... or maybe not ‘cause I think that new girl at my agency might have something different in her mind,” Bakugo shrugged, pretended being oblivious. He knew Kirishima had been sulking beforehand as he had a glorified fangirl working as his righthand man, so he would never not let it went as a tease toward his shark boy whenever he could. Small teasing smirk crawled onto his face.
That cause Kirishima to grumble in disapproval but then flashed a huge grin after latched kisses onto the porcelain neck everywhere, made Bakugo (actually) squealed due to the sudden ‘attack’.
“Ok, enough. I’m basically bathing with disgusting sweats right now, so I need to clean myself. And you, sire. Go and make yourself useful before I’ll blast you into the oblivion. Now scram, asshat,” he sassed as he bashed his eyelashes. Kirishima chortled before playfully bowed as some kind of maiden before disappeared from his sight back into their kitchen.
”By the way, Eiji...,” the call made Kirishima to sneak out his head. He looked at Bakugo who was grabbing one of the pillow on the sofa before suddenly threw it onto his face. He was baffled in surprise.
“Hell yes I take your shitty ass anytime out of everything even though you’re so goddamn annoying and frustratingly cheerful,” Bakugo stated while walking toward their master bedroom. He stopped a while in front of the door and turned around.
”But then again, I will still always love you no matter what happened and of course nothing can ever change that,” the sincere soft smile coming from the ash-blond really caught him off guard. Then Bakugo entered the bedroom casually, leaving Kirishima who was still in awed. A wide smile creeped onto his lips.
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He gave a final stir before clicked off the electric stove. Glanced at the marble patterned clock that hanging on the wall. He wiped off his hand using a handkerchief and set aside the dishes.
“Hmm, how long he’s going to take,” Kirishima muttered as he exited from the cooking site toward their room.
“Hey, aren’t you done yet?” twisted the knob on the wooden door, he entered the master bedroom. The room dimmed from lacking of light ray as Bakugo not really a fan of bright surrounding. The red orbs wandered around the room, searching for the presence of the other before his gaze locked onto the translucent door of the lightened up bathroom. ‘Still closed...,’ he thought.
“Food was ready, babe. Come quickly or it’ll turns cold,” much to his dismay, no reply was heard from the other side of the door aside from the pouring shower.
“Tsuki?” he knocked twice. But still, not even a sound was replied. He started to worry.
“I’m coming in, okay,” he tried to turn the handle but with no luck. Its locked.
By that time, Kirishima already on verge of panicking. He harshly tugged on the metal handle aggressively before decided to use his quirk to break in. For a few seconds, he still managed to mentally apologise to Bakugo for destroying the door; once again, for about thrice now.
His eyes widen in shocked as soon as the broken door slammed open. His stomach making a flip while he gasped as if the air got knocked out from him. In front of him lay Bakugo on the slippery floor. There was some red liquid pooled underneath him, mixing with the flowing water from the raining shower, painted the white tiles with lighter shades of red.
Kirishima stunned for a while before kneeling beside Bakugo. He could feel a lump of bile forming in his throat as he scrambled on the floor. Searching for something, anything, more like to support his consent on having the situation under his control. He scared. He was SO very scared.
“Hey, Katsuki....,” he breathed heavily, cradled the emotionless body close. Then, and just then when he took a notice on the large gash scared across the back of the unconscious man. That was when he finally put it together on why that man rejected his affection— no, more like his touch earlier. 'He might felt a stung upon the pressure apply on it'. Kirishima blamed himself for not noticing it sooner despite his actual awareness on how Bakugo seemed slightly slumped inward when he arrived home.
He startled when he heard whimper of pain came from the ash-blonde, barely calling for him with eyes still tightly shut. He did not understand on why Bakugo seemed like chocking on his breath despite nothing coming out of his mouth until his eyes really observed that particular gash. 'Somethings not right....,' Kirishima surprised. While it looked just like some kind of large scratch not a few seconds before, now the wound seemed burned with dark red irritation surrounded the edges. The wound started to bleed again as it looked like it just got cut opened, once again.
Somehow...... it looked very surreal...... or more likely, similar to an effect from some particular quirk he had seen before. Then when it knocked him.
Paper Cut! Yes, it got to be him! As dumb as the villain name sounded like, it is actually a psychotic serial killer that really favour to openly murder his victim in public like some sort of entertainment show before flight the scene with his signature wicked grin and propaganda. Famous with his poisonous sickle; which was his finger nails that attaching together and grew into certain length, that slowly killed the victim with corrosive feeling with similar feeling like getting burned from inside out. The victim would never aware of their wound until it was at a very last moment with already enlarged slash. The sickle however not like that typical type of large blade, but rather it was a very thin also long hard-material that possessed maximum agility and malleability. Kinda like a paper, hence his label. That man also very kin on making the chase with the pro heroes like some sort of a game of tag. Very frustrating and exhausting.
How could Kirishima forget that his mate, together with the current #1 hero, Izuku Midoriya @ Deku, were responsible for his capture operation since past few days as it seemed like no one could really handled and catch up with that villain etiquette and pattern and behaviour other than them both. And of course with some support from the other top heroes too.
His hand fidgeting in his pocket, searching for his phone in mere panic. ‘Fuck,’ he cussed as he wondered why no one ever keep their gadget in the pockets at home. But thank to Bakugo’s consent on designing the bathroom, there was a phone in the bathroom in case of emergency as what he said during his reasoning with Kirishima on the design. Kirishima carefully rest Bakugou on his lap as he snatched the phone on the wall, struggled to dial the emergency number with his shaky fingers. It had been what, 10 minutes since he last spoke with Bakugo? God knew for how long the exact time that had past since he first received the wound.
“Hello, this is the careline. What is your emergency?”
“I-my— Gahh, screw it!... This is Red Riot and I’m currently in my goddamn apartment! This is about my husband! Dynamight had actually got injured during that encounter earlier with that stupid psychotic villain; Paper Cut! Don’t you guys do your fucking job properly at that time?!” Kirishima could heard a faint shock gasped from the other side of the call, which he assumed mostly might be because of his unusual choice of words and pissed intonation. Very not so like him as he more known as one of the most gentle and carefree hero with his signature happy ray beamed everywhere he went.
As he babbled (yelling) their address, he then realised that he was being an arrogant douchebag at that time. However, he could not brought himself into a slight care. He knew how dangerous the situation could become. He also well aware on how low the survival percentage of his lover the longer he got exposed with that venom circulating inside his body.
“I am so sorry because of our carelessness, sir. We are on our way!” the dispatcher replied urgently.
In his arms, Bakugo surpassed a fit of dry coughs before moaned and wheezing uncomfortably. His lungs felt like they suddenly got punctured close, uncooperative with his need of oxygen. Kirishima averted his attention toward the shorter man. He could see how pale he had became as the time passed by.
“Hey hey, Tsuki babe. Listen to me. You need to try and keep breathing, ok? I know it’s hard, but I’m here... I’m here to help, ok?” he didn’t really knew if Bakugo could really hear him, but insisted on kept whispering comforts on his ear.
“He can’t breathe right now!” he couldn’t help himself from slighty shouted in distressed at the phone. He was really stressed out.
“I know, sir. We are trying our best to reach there as soon as possible.”
Suddenly, Bakugo gasped for air. He slightly gurgled as a string of blood made its way from the corner of his mouth. The movement on his chest halted. Kirishima horrified. ‘Not good... real not good...’
“No... nononononono,” he frantically chanted as he tightened his hold on Bakugo. Fat tears spontaneously flowed across his cheeks. ‘What do I do... What do I do whatdoIdowhatdoIdo....’
“Sir? What is actually happening there, sir?” if that person on the phone was physically present in front of him, he confirmed that he would definitely so going to strangle her because of that dumb question.
“He- He stop breathing... Can’t you fucking tell?!! HE JUST FUCKING STOP HIS BREATH RIGHT NOW AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO TO! FUCKING FUCK! JUST HELP HIM!!” he screamed in pure freaking out, petrified. Scared of his dying beloved. Scared of what was happening right then. The next feedbacks coming from the lady left unregistered on his ears as all what he heard was a faint gargling sound coming from that particular blond boy.
“No, please... Please.... Just stay with me... Please, Tsuki..... Don’t leave yet..... Please.... Just stay.....,” he cried while peppered sluggish kisses on the sweating forehead whereas his fingers kept combing the spiky-ash hair backward.
“I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry,” he kept on chanting a string of apologies until the paramedics finally arrived by his side shortly a few seconds later, and settled Bakugo carefully on a stretcher. They pumped on his chest urgently, tried to bring back his breath, before an oxygen mask make its way and covered his face as they got him to breathe.
Some of them struggled to calm Kirishima down while they wheeling away the still unconscious blasty whom thankfully finally able to catch his breath even though it was very faint. Kirishima went berserk when he acknowledged that Bakugo’s presence was no longer in his radius before a woman with a curly ponytail assisted him toward the blond. She also calmly asked if he wanted to come with them via the ambulance.
During their frantic journey to the hospital, Kirishima not realise that he no longer aware on those various chaotic sounds in his surrounding. He also never knew how those paramedics managed to enter the locked apartment, and he never asked too. All that he knew that Bakugo was still in his bare sight, trying his best to keep alive with his collapsing heart. Reminding him of the still-spreading poison. He gasped anxiously. Both of Kirishima’s hands keep fasten and unfasten their grip, attempted on massaging the cold ashen hand in comfort.
His mind clouded with so many different thoughts. What if his love couldn’t make it? What if he finally decided to give up? No. No, he shouldn’t have a thought like that. He knew that Bakugo would never stand down without a proper fight. His grasped tightened. How he wished he never had a thought like that as now they were lingering in his mind. Haunted him with a lot of possibilities. Bad thoughts.
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The cold breeze blown softly, brushed gently upon his redden skin. His long hair was tied into a man-bun. His breathe released a visible cloud as the winter seemed came sooner than expected. While walking on the pavement with a relaxing pace, his eyes caught a glimpse of someone. A wave of familiar feeling came crashing on him.
In the space-out yard in the playground, there stood a kid with winter onesie of the certain explosive hero wrapped on his body. Stand bravely on one of the monkey bar; or might be more like stupidly because he’d been thinking that the kid might never considered that he could get injured if he fall from that height. With a loud shout of “SHINE!”, imitated his favourite pro hero, he jumped off while cackling; managed to land safely, as the other children squealed excitedly.
Kirishima smiled softly upon seeing those event unfold before tightened his jacket and walk away with a gentle hum. No, to be honest, his heart couldn’t really take it. His mind unintentionally remembered that one particular moment which he could never forget. Not in the near future. Never.
(flashback)
“No, please. I cannot let him go. You need to take me inside, please. I'm his husband. He needs me, and I NEED him,” as ridiculous as it sounded like, Kirishima still persuaded for permission.
“I’m so sorry, sir. You know the regulation. We cannot allow unauthorised person to go into the operation room,” the nurse stated apologetically. She was anxious to go back inside immediately and performed her part, but Kirishima’s antic kept halting her. Some doctors together with her squad already passed through them into the ER. Made her becoming more impatient.
“Ok, listen. Why don’t you stay here, sir, keep yourself collected or maybe call any other person to accompany you together for awhile, hm? You need to be strong for him too. Give him support from here while we will strive our best by doing our job. If you keep interrupting us, then we cannot do our part properly,” the timid looking nurse suggested. Her voice still remained gentle and patience. Kirishima surpassed a distress sounds but then finally agreed to give his cooperation. The nurse thanked him with a polite bowed and dismissed herself quickly into the operation room.
For a slight moment, Kirishima hate himself for actually considered to knocked down the nurse to run passed her into the surgical site. He palmed his face harshly as he actually realised that he was a mess. His face already drench from all those tears and cold sweats. Taking the nurse advice, he sat down and brought out his phone. His chest squeezed painfully for a second upon seeing his wallpaper; a wefie that they took together just few days before they celebrating Bakugo’s birthday on their wedding day. The day when they knew that earphone jack was carrying her first child which she just acknowledge exactly before that event started. The day where Jirou and Kaminari declared them as their child’s godparents as they playfully said that Bakugo was the one whom blessed them with that ‘present’ due to his saying that he wish they would finally got a kid just so they would busy themselves with other things then kept coming to his house. Kirishima hesitantly clicked on his contact and dialled the first series of numbers that came into his head.
“Hey, waddup lover boy! How you’re doing? Does the Mapo Tofu come out as a success?” a cheerful voice entered his ear. He then noticed another voice in the background, shouting something about going to ‘borrowed’ the person’s makeup for some TikTok or so which later received a threaten from the very person on the phone. She replied that she going to tape the man on the ceiling if he dared to touch any of her private things. Upon hearing that happy atmosphere, he felt guilty to bring the news and turned their current light mood into despair.
“Hey, Kiri? Are you ok? What’s wrong, dear?” Jirou worried because of the unusual, lack of enthusiasm conversation she received.
Usually when she got a call from that rock-man, he would immediately talked frantically about his bickering with the other guy before later ranted for god knew how long just about their perfect life in their little world called love when they finally made up; which was not longer afterward. But now, all she heard was a mere silence. How could she not became worried of one of her best friends?
“It is a failed attempt? Was the kitchen exploded? Want us to come there?” Jirou gently asked after she shouted at Denki to peep down his impossibly loud voice.
“I’m at the hospital...,” Kirishima simply stated with defeated voice. A gasped from the girl didn’t went unnoticed.
“What—Why?” she blurted.
“Paper Cut happened,” his gripped on the phone tightened. A new tear threatening to escape his already redden eyes. Another shocked gasped came from the lady, well aware on what he talked about. She later told him to stay strong, don't do anything stupid and wait for them. Her faint shouting at Denki to get dressed quickly and snatched the car key was the last thing he heard before the call was ended.
It felt like forever when a doctor finally came out. He looked somewhat miserable as he seems failed to collect himself, making Kirishima’s gut did a flip. He quickly approached the doctor, terrified for the worst.
And indeed.... It did.... The doctor surpassed that he was sorry.
Kirishima gasped. His heart suddenly felt like it had stop beating. He scrambled on his feet and dashed past the doctor whom tried to grab him but with no luck. He slammed through the swinging door, paled. There, lied Bakugo on the surgical table. Eyes closed shut in deep slumber.
“N—n—no.... No..... It shouldn’t be like this....,” Kirishima cried. He immediately went beside his husband.
“H—hey, Tsuki babe. Can you hear me? You can’t do this to us, ok?...... Not now...... We—we promise to live our life together, aren’t we?.... We even— we even made a vow last Saturday, don’t you remember?.... It was during our wedding..... We—I— no..... You, you said that we could adopt a child or two to grow them together, right?.... Please.... Please, just come back.... Please, babe?.... For us..... For me..... For our future together....,” he already a wreck of tears and hiccups that he didn’t even noticed his friends had came in with that doctor before. It pained the couple to witness the most bright person among them breaking down.
Jirou placed a soft touch on the shaky shoulder; “Hey, bud. We’ve arrived,” trying to get his attention. He didn’t even acknowledge the gentle grasp as he kept on trying to bring back Bakugo with frequent harsh pumps on the chest. Faint crack sounds could be heard, signalling some broken ribs upon those action.
“Kiri, you cannot do that. It’ll hurt him more,” Jirou spoke, tried to reasoning while eyed for Kaminari's help to stop him.
“I need to. I need to try. He would never left me alone or feel abandoned,” he firmly respond with determination burned in his glossy eyes.
“Kiribro, please. Stop that. Nothing we can do to really bring him back. The doctor already did her best, okay,” Denki stepped near.
”No, perhaps they’re not really trying... I can help... I can make it better...,” Kirishima spoke, determine, but more like to convince himself from the current situation. He kept on pumping and practicing the CPR until he partially shaken with anger due to the failing attempts.
”Stop it! Just stop ok! Can you not see it?! He is no longer breathing, you ignorant jerk! GET A HOLD ON YOURSELF!” Denki snapped. Overwhelmed with the tensed atmosphere. He tugged harshly on Kirishima’s shoulders with both of his hands, making the red-headed facing him eye on eye. Now he could see clearly on how hurt Kirishima was at that time. The light in that ruby red eyes have dimmed, nearly died. The red orbs were glassy with clear fluid.
“I can’t.... I can’t lose him, please.....,” Kirishima sobbed. New fresh tears heavily washed his face. Once again, the stream flew like a broken faucet.
“You know.... How can I be the your kid's godparent if my other half is missing? How can I adopt my OWN kid if I cannot share those moments with the person I love?! How can I just simply live this life and keep moving on if I no longer have the purpose?!! HOW CAN I BE THE GODDAMN ‘UNBREAKABLE’ WHEN THE FIRST PERSON THAT ENCOURAGED ME TO BE IT HAD GONE AND LEFT ME ALONE??!!” he screamed hysterically as he dropped onto the cold floor, kneeling with both hands covered his wet face in shame.No, he just... could not....
Seeing his condition, Jirou took the cue to reached for the crying boy and rest his head onto her chest, rubbing his back in circular motion to comfort the guy. Kaminari silent. His eyes darted to the ash-blonde guy. His face somehow looked so peaceful as if he actually was experiencing the nicest dream he ever had. ‘You selfish, blasty.... You don’t get to sleep right now and let this happened you know...,’ he monologue with a heavy sigh.
“I just want him to come back home with me.... Greet me with his unique version of affection when we see each other.... Serve me with his great cooking once a while if he’s not busy with his jobs.... Heck, I even miss those cusses he throw around about my taste in fashion or about those villain he encountered.....,” Kirishima whispered silently, not to anyone in particular. More like mumbling with himself as he closed his eyes. A soft-bitter smiled make its way onto the dry lips.
“Yeah... I know, right......... Unfortunately, me too, Kiri.... Me too......But, you’re not alone okay... You still have us... It’s different, yes I know, but you still have your purpose.... Deep down inside, I believe that you know that too...,” Jirou softly replied with a string of tears flowed across her chubby cheeks.
And so, not only them, but also the society, acknowledged that they had lost a very passionate top hero. A hero that would do anything to win his fight in order to save others, but like tsundere he was, he would never admitted them out loud. A hero that had quite the explosive behaviour but actually with a very soft and kind and sensitive heart buried deep down in him. A hero that very good in acknowledged others good qualities and points. A hero that always aimed and pursued for the best and never stray away from his goals despite everything. A hero that loved humanity more than he ever admitted. A special hero in Kirishima’s heart that was just like a bright fire that lighten every nock of his very own life and always be.
But then again, he knew. Even the brightest star would faded away when its time came up. He knew crystal clear. He just didn’t want to remember.