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Kirishima
The Bakugou and Kirishima were pressed together, back to back, surrounded by an onslaught of villains. They had been pushing through what felt like an endless wave of attacks and gradually Kirishima was beginning to feel himself tire. The attacks never seemed to cease and weren't giving them any breaks. The pair were devastatingly outnumbered and between them, the other five classmates and Aizawa, their forces were spread thin. Backup was on the way but despite that Kirishima knew they couldn't rely on it, there was no way any of the pro heroes would make it in time. Not with their current location and the number of villains they faced.
Explosions rang from beside him and he could hear Bakugou yelling at the villains. From the corner of his eye, Kirishima noticed the blond wince slightly and clench his arm after each explosion, both of them were beginning to reach their limits.
He continued fighting, adjusting his quirk to specific parts of his body, trying to conserve some energy. He pushed on, putting every bit of strength he had into his attacks but the villains just kept coming and there seemed to be no end.
He could hear the others in the distance, fighting their own battles and knew him and Bakugou couldn't expect their help anytime soon. No one was coming. It was all up to them.
Bakugou let it a grunt behind him. Kirishima turned quickly, worry instantly clouding his face. There was a large thorn wedged into the blonds left shoulder and he winced slightly at the sight. That's gotta hurt.
"You good bro?" He called, breathless before turning back to the onslaught.
"Fucking fine," came the usual gruff response and glancing back again, he saw the blond grip the base and rip it out of his arm, discarding it to the floor.
"Let's finish this," he growled menacingly, as he raised his hands.
Kirishima nodded raising his fists and hardening his skin as much as he could with whatever he had left. They had to do something and fast. Together the pair leapt forwards increasing the speed of their attacks and working through the villains as quickly as they could. They fought on, hoping to overpower the villains enough to give them even a small break. It seemed like years before they finally got through the seemingly endless tide. This gave them a second to breathe, although both knew it would be short-lived. The others were still fighting and as much as they both just wanted to collapse to the ground, they knew they had to go help.
After giving himself a second to recover Kirishima glanced over at the blond, who had his hands on his knees as he tried to catch a breath. Kirishima let off a small smile, attempting to be reassuring, even if it was laced with pain.
It dropped almost instantly as a flash of deep purple appeared in the corner of his eye. Snapping his head to the side, he saw it. A dark and almost ominous orb flying towards them and close. It was fast. Too fast. And heading straight in Bakugou's direction. Swift as lightning he turned back to the blond, the orb still blazing in the corner of his eye. Panic took over his face as he opened his mouth to yell out a warning but he knew it wasn't fast enough.
As if in slow motion he saw the blonds startled face turn to him, then glanced sideways spotting the orb. He could only watch as registration clicked and Bakugou's face changed to look of shock accompanied by a flicker of what could only be described as horror interlaced with fear, he felt it too. The blond's mouth opened, lips moving to form words as desperation was written across his face. He was trying to say something but the raging noise in his Kirishima ears blocked out all sound.
There was no time for either of them to react, they both knew that much but Kirishima wanted so badly, just for him to move. The orb was so close now, so much closer and it was moving terrifyingly quick. He felt helpless. Kirishima's breath picked up and he forced his body move, quirk activating, there had to be something he could do, anything! He couldn't lose Bakugou. There was still so much to do, so much to tell him. He couldn't lose his best friend. Bakugou began moving as well, only reaching out a hand. Kirishima reached too as he moved, their fingers almost touching. He hadn't even taken a step when Balugou's eyes widened in pain and he was struck directly in the chest, absorbing the blow.
The orb seemed to sink into the blonds chest and Bakugou's face seemed to be frozen as his skin lit up. His pale skin seemed to crack, as web-like lines spiralled across his body, starting at his torso and extending across his arms. A strong purple glow emitted out the gaps and seemed to grow brighter each second. The intensity was becoming almost unbearable as the light grew in strength.
After one final burst of light, it was suddenly pulled inwards, causing everything to be absorbed by an impossible darkness. It was suffocating and Kirishima could hardly breathe as reached out a limp arm in Bakugou's direction, still trying to reach him. The destruction continued in the background as the fight went on and Balugou's body dropped limply to the ground. There was a strong ringing in his ears and the redhead felt himself let out a scream. He couldn't hear anything as his legs gave out and he dropped onto his knees, hot tears streaming from his eyes. Crawling over to bakugou, he reached out and lifted the boy to his chest, cradling the lifeless body. His vision was blurry and more screams ripped themselves out of his mouth.
Strong pains began to shoot through his shoulder but the redhead could barely feel it. He couldn't care less if a villain killed him now. Numbness seemed to spread through him and all he could see was the pale body resting in his arms and the memory of his face, right before he was struck. He could feel himself breaking, insides cracking and shattering into tiny shards. He was jolted again as he was hit by another blow. Tears flowed from his eyes which were locked down in front of him. His head was filled with noise but silent at the same time, all he could think about was how much he didn't want to lose Bakugou.
He held tighter, still screaming and wailing. His shoulder was grabbed and he instinctively hardened his arms, protecting the blond and pulling him closer to his chest. A murmur of voices surrounded him but couldn't make them out. They were firm, hushed and seemed almost soothing. Getting closer their soft words only made him more distraught, he knew what would come next. Soon enough he sensed more people around him and pale lights flashed around him, blue and red shining through his eyelids. There was another hand on his shoulder, shaking it gently and a voice right near his ear, trying to get his attention. After no response, a pair of hands gripped his wrists trying to remove them. His whole body grew rigid and he hardened his arms even more, not caring if he sliced the other person's hands in the process. He yelled louder, making his screams and sobs almost defending. He knew what they were going to do.
They were going to take Bakugou away from him.
Kirishima gripped even tighter to the blond and more arms began to pull him away. He knew he was still screaming and the tears only flew faster. He had to keep fighting. He wouldn't let them take him away. He wouldn't leave him.
But his vision was starting fade. And everything blurring. The voices were becoming louder and the hands became more forceful. His quirk weakening. Until he felt the weight in his arms dissipate.
And he was left empty.
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It was pitch black the only thing accompanying him was an echoing drip. Where was we?
He spun slowly in a circle, squinting his eyes, searching for something. Around him, the echos inflated in volume. It grew and grew. Louder and louder. Instinctively he covered his ears, attempting to block it out.
His eardrums felt like they were exploding.
exploding...?
The sound seems to silence at that thought and he tentatively removed his hands. He looked around him and noticed something on the floor. It was coloured darkly making it almost unnoticeable and had a long, thin outline which disappeared into the darkness, making it seem endless.
Just as he was about to take a step towards it, a loud sound penetrated his ears and he whipped he had around. It came again and his eyes darted in the darkness.
Boom
There was a ringing sensation in his ear.
Boom
His brain felt as though it was in overdrive.
Boom
He was missing something, something important.
Boom
Explosions?
Despite the nagging feeling in his head he couldn't seem to remember anything. Or who he even was.
The sound continued to reverberate around him.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
A constant, steady beat sounding around the room.
His eyes met the floor, black, shiny. It was a reflective surface and he saw, what must have been himself, stare back.
He was met with red however it seemed... off. The figure looked hallow and dull red- almost grey, hair shadowed darkened empty eyes. It was like he was staring at a blank shell whose soul had been sucked out.
A piercing tone shocked it's self through his head, accompanying the already overwhelming booming sound and he glanced up. At some point, the explosions stopped and were now replaced with a tremendous ringing. Looking back down to the floor it began to ripple and the reflection became distorted before it fades away.
The new, earsplitting sound, almost seemed to have a rhythm to it. A feeling of going in and out. Again and again. I was making him dizzy. As it got louder he felt his body became weaker and soon enough he was barely able to stand.
"Kirishima"
Kirishima...? Why did that sound familiar?
"Kirishima!"
It came again. The voice was soft, so soft. Quiet enough that he could have been imagining it or it had been carried by a breeze from a hundred miles away.
He looked around again, slower this time. Searching.
His body was stiff and was swaying slightly. It was like all his energy was slowly being drained from within him. His mind was filling with fog, blocking out all his thoughts and room began spinning. But he could still hear it.
"Kirishima!"
It was louder this time, clearer. There was nagging feeling in his chest, he knew that voice. He didn't know how but he recognized it. He snapped eyes back down to the cool floor which was still rippling. He couldn't see much in it anymore, only a pair of piercing red eyes.
They seemed to trigger something in him... a memory? And images flashed through his mind.
Fair hair,
explosions.
He gripped his head and squeezed his eyes shut, he didn't know why but he had a bad feeling.
Destruction,
anger.
He felt his pulse increase and tears began to spill from his eyes.
Screaming, crying, cold, lifeless...
A sob escaped his lips and he tried to block the thoughts.
You. Were. Too. Late.
...Nothing. Just a switch being flipped, they stopped.
Then out of nowhere, there were footsteps, running, pattering across the floor. There was no doubting what the sound was. They were near too. Coming towards him.
He turned, mind blazing and dizziness overcoming him. The room was rotating, his legs were failing him, he could no longer breathe. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white and quickly snapped his head in that direction. Nothing.
He saw it again, this time behind him but it was gone before he even had the chance to turn.
Again and again, the light danced around him and he was rapidly spinning his head in every direction trying to catch it.
"Kirishima"
It was closer now. He felt a shiver run down his spine
Everything began to tilt and he realized he was falling. He could feel the air rush past his cheek and see the floor coming nearer.
"KIRISHIMA"
and nearer,
Bakugou...
His body silently collided with the smooth floor. Everything was blurry and he could feel his vision begin to fade.
"KIRISHIMA!"
The voice was echoing all around him now and he couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. He tried to hold on, he knew that voice, even if he couldn't remember.
"Bakugou!" He felt the words escape his mouth, they felt foreign but right at the same time. He reached his arm out in front of him, sliding it along the floor. The piercing ringing was worse than ever and he scrunched his eyes closed, attempting to block it out. His breath was dropping but he continued to reach with his outstretched arm, feeling the ground around him.
The ring had intensified, so much so that we couldn't even hear it anymore. With a last breath of determination, he launched himself forward, leading with his outstretched hand. He didn't know how but he felt it. There was something there. His eyes widened as he felt his hand grip around something. He pulled it towards him and out of the darkness in front of him. Jaw clenched tightly he used every bit of strength he had to keep conscious, although he knew it wouldn't last long.
The darkness seemed to shrink around him as he tugged the object closer. When his hand finally emerged from the darkness he was holding the end of a rope, it was a deep midnight blue and had an ominous glow coming from it. Inspecting it for a second he felt a tug on the end and his heart rate picked up. There was another tug and he felt his body move into action. Unable to feel his legs any more and only able to see a few centimetres in front of him, he took a steady breath begore dragging the rope in front of him. His vision was fading rapidly now any he was only just holding on, he could feel his muscles going limp but he was determined to see what was at the end. Pulling it closer and closer he began to notice a dull light flickering in the distance. That must be it. The rope, as well, seemed to be glowing now and he felt his chest constrict. More determined than ever he pulled the rope faster. Panic began to set in as he felt his grip on the rope go slack and fingers becoming unresponsive. Curling his fingers around with the grip he had left, he clenched his teeth and simply held on.
Then it all went black...
His eyes flew open and he gasped for breath. Panic was setting in, all he could see was white.
It burned his eyes.
He tried to turn his head but couldn't move. His body felt paralyzed.
A noise was filling the room. A constant rhythmic beeping.
No.
The thrashed around trying, willing his body to move. Dull pain began to shoot up his limbs and the beeping increased in speed.
No no no no no.
He moved faster, struggling to get free and tried activating his quirk. He couldn't breathe. It was like he was being suffocated.
Hands began to grab him, they were everywhere. And voices filled up the room. His mind, which was previously blank, filled with one thought.
They're going to take him away.
"NO!" He screamed and thrashed harder, struggling against the hands.
He was held down tighter as he began to struggle more and let out another scream.
"NO!"
Their mutters became louder and one set of hands left him. He took it as an opening and was able to just wiggle one of his arms.
I won't let them take him, I have to protect him.
Using whatever strength he had, he tried to pull his arm free.
Pain shot through his arm and he let out an agonising scream.
There was a shout and a sharp pain in the side of his neck. Then everything went black.
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Drowsily he felt his eyes slowly flicker open. His vision was met with a strong flowing white and he felt panic set in
No
He curled his fisted and prepared himself to move, heart racing.
"EIJIRO!"
A face appeared in his vision, hovering above him and he froze. He stared for a moment the face seeming vaguely familiar before recognition set in and he felt his muscles relax. He squinted his eyes taking in every detail and slowly released a breath.
"Mom," he choked out, barely louder than a whisper. His throat was dry and he felt a gradual stream of tears slide down his cheeks.
She smiled down at him warmly and he could feel the relief travel through his body. However, the moment was short lived as he was hit with a wave of confusion.
"Where am I?" He asked scrunching his eyebrows and moving to sit up. His body felt stiff and he struggled to move.
"Eijiro stop," his mother called sternly, worry lacing through voice.
Kirishima paused, sending her a confused look before finally glancing down at himself. Understanding and shock took over, his mouth creating an 'O' shape. His body was completely covered in white from neck to toes with a thick layer of plaster. His whole body throbbed with pain and seemed to ache everywhere. Although his must be on some sort of pain medication as his head felt as though it was full of cotton. Looking around he realised he was in a hospital, the strong smell of disinfectant overpowering the room.
The beeping however continued and after further inspection, he realised it was a heart monitor. He knew meant nothing good and he knew why. Almost every inch of him was wrapped like a mummy. Whether it was in a cast like most parts of his limbs or covered tightly with bandages, his injuries were obviously severe. He could even feel a few plasters over his face.
"Oh," was all he was able to get out.
He looked back over at his mother and noticed that she had tears in her eyes. With hands stuffed full of tissues, she looked down and him sadly.
"Mom? What happened?" He asked, wincing at the small shots of pain it took to speak.
A shadow passed her face and her lip wobbled slightly like she was trying her best to keep everything in. He stared up at her for a long moment before she burst into tears.
"Baby, I'm so, so sorry!" She sobbed, reaching over to him.
"Mum, what?" Replied, panic slowly building. His mum wasn't a crier, even if he was seriously injured, she'd usually stay strong.
"Y-you were fighting v-villains," she sobbed just bearly able to get out words, "it was broadcasted tv a-and I was so worried--"
She broke off growing almost hysterical, "i-it was a mission... you an your classmates were fighting... I-i thought you were going to die... at the end... it was like you gave up... I thought you were going to let them kill you... you dropped to your knees an-and then--," her speech was broken between sobs and like remembering a dream his memories began to click into place. The attack, the villains, the fight, it was all coming back to him. Bakugou... BAKUGOU! He was with Bakugou. His chest sunk as he furrowed his brows trying to remember. There was a glowing orb. But he couldn't remember what happened but he was scared, he remembered that much.
"Bakugou," he croaked, the was a strong, achy, sinking feeling in his chest. He had to find out what happened. He had to know that Bakugou was okay.
His mum just stared at him, heartbreak shining in her eyes as sobs continued to rack her body.
His eyes widened and he filled with pain, this time it was on the inside. He felt his own tears welling as he remembered the events, flashes across his mind. He began panicking again, tears now streaming down his cheeks. Bakugou.
"B-Bakugou!" He repeated, choking out his words, "I-is he okay?" He felt the desperation in his words and his whole body began to sink at her next sentence.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry," his mother kept repeating.
"NO! Where is he?" He was yelling now and he felt a flicker of anger rising.
"I'm so, so sorry. I know you two were close..."
The tears came faster now and desperation flooded his words, voice cracking at the end.
"Mom--"
He felt it. The pain, the loss, the feeling of the blond's body, limp in his arms. It all rushed back to him.
"Please," he whispered, "tell me he's okay" his words were laced in pain as he waited or an answer, tears rushing out.
His mom's gaze was still on the floor, tears still steaming out of her own eyes. At first, she didn't react or show any signs of hearing.
Kimishima felt his chest tighten, his breathing becoming rapid. His eyes were wide as he stared at her, willing her to tell him that everything was okay, that he was okay.
But instead, she looked up, a deep sadness filling her gaze and shook her head.
"H-he's, he's gone..," she whispered.