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No one ever expects tragedy.
The morning light filtered through the windows and landed on a sleeping Bakugo. Kirishima was glad he had woken up before Bakugo this one time, now was the only time that he could watch his fiancée with out risk of getting blown up.
Slow mornings had always been his favorite. Normally the blond would be up before him, and the smell of coffee would permeate the air of their apartment.
Bakugo shifted in front of him, slowly opening his eyes. The morning light shone on his hight cheekbones and plush lips, making him look like a god.
“Hey.” Kirishima whispered. If he spoke too loud the quiet morning would surely break apart.
Bakugo smiled softly. “Hey.” The red head raised a hand to brush against Bakugos face. His eye caught, not for the first time, on the ring that rested on his finger. He knew that Bakugo had a matching one on his own hand.
Since they both were hero’s, wearing normal rings was out of the question. Plus Bakugo would melt through anything on his hand and Kirishimas would break the second he used his quirk. So before Kirishima planed to propose, he had gone to talk to Mei Hatsume. She had easily made a pair of matching rings that could stand up to their respective quirks.
Bakugos smile turned into a slight frown. “Why haven’t you kissed me good morning yet you idiot?”
Kirishima chucked. “I thought you said you didn’t like the kisses, and that they were quote ‘stupid shit that saps did and I am not a fucking sap’.”
Bakugos frown got bigger. Kirishima leaned in and kissed him.
It was as sweet and loving as their first kiss.
Bakugos alarm went off suddenly. A loud bunch of explosions that somehow the blond found relaxing to wake up to.
Kirishima groaned. “Do you have to go?”
“Yes, and you do too.” Kirishima groaned again. He did have work today. Although it was just patrolling for Fat Gums agency, nothing as strenuous as running an agency, like Bakugo was doing.
Ground Zero Agency was doing spectacular, although of course it was with Bakugo at the head of it.
Kitishima grunted and rolled out of bed. Both men walked sleepily around the kitchen, making coffee and trying not to burn the toast.
Ok the way out Bakugo pulled Kirishima into a kiss. “What was that for?” The redhead asked.
“Good luck.”
“You don’t need luck.”
“Damn right I don’t.”
—•—•—•—•—
“ Ground Zero demanding backup at East and Palm street .” Kirishimas earpiece buzzed. “ Casualties hight. Villain is a Telekinesis type quirk. Requesting all available units to report to the scene immediately. I repeat ...” Red Riot did not listen to the rest of the announcement. He was already running at full speed towards where Baku- Ground Zero was.
As he got closer more explosions could be heard through the air. Kirishima rounded the corner and there stood Bakugo, facing off against the villain. The villain who was surrounded in flowing and gushing debris, cars, street lamps, and parts of buildings. The flowing structure was at least three floors hight and constantly moving. No one could land a direct shot at the villain.
Kaminari and Uraraka, Chargebolt and Uravity, were already on the scene. But their quirks were rendered practically useless, so they focused on civilian evacuation.
Bakugo let out a curse and and explosion, propelling himself towards the villain, or attempting to. Every time Bakugo was getting close, a piece of concrete would fly at him with incredible speed. Yet Bakugo managed to lightly touch and jump around each one. His mobility in midair had definitely improved since his U.A. days.
Kirishima took one second to take in all this information before sprinting off to the nearest civilians, the villain must have attacked suddenly for there to still be this many people around.
He rushed around, getting people out of card and herding them to were Momo, Creati, and others had set up a first aid tent.
While doing this Kirishima kept an eye on what Bakugo was doing. A couple times the blond nearly managed to get close to the villain, but every time he did another chunk of metal would fly at him.
But Kirishima could see that Bakugo was getting tired. Little signs like how he wasnt fast enough to dodge a small pipe or how his explosions were diminishing in size.
Kirishima noticed the car right before Bakugo did. His legs moved without him needing to think about it.
He appeared behind Bakugo a split second before the car would have crashed into his fiancée, but all it did was crush into Red Riots Unbreakable form. The car shuttered and bent slightly around Kirishima, creating a little save haven for the two of them.
“You need to stop.” Kirishima pleaded. “You almost just died.”
“But I fucking didn’t.” Bakugo retorted. He was leaning heavily on one leg, and had lost all of his belt grenades. There were little tiny nicks and cuts all over his body, and blood was dripping down the side of his face.
“Yeah because I saved you!”
“Lisent it’s not important!” Bakugo growled. “This guy can’t be beat.”
“What.” Kirishima said, astounded.
“He can’t, we have tired everything and nothing has fucking worked.”
Kirishima was confused.
Was Bakugo admiring defeat? After years of not taking ‘no’ for an answer and never quitting until the job was done? This can’t be right.
“But I have a way to beat him.” Bakugo continued.
“How?”
“I have enough bombs attached to pieces of debris to detonate the whole block. There arn’t any civilians left in the area and all the other hero’s are already cleared out.”
“Katsuki what are you saying.” Kirishima knew everything about his fiancée, including how every single piece of his hero costume worked. Bakugo had to be there to detonate his bombs.
“I’m saying I need you to leave.”
No.
“No. What? What are you saying?” Kirishima exclaimed. He could hear the villain still picking up chunks of concrete from the ground and adding it to the collection. But that was all background noise.
Bakugo grabbed Kirishimas shoulders and pulled him away from the back of the car. He managed turn Kirshima to the side before the redhead realized what he had been trying to do. After that there was no moving Kirishima.
Bakugo huffed and stopped trying to push the other man. “I’m saying that we can’t let this guy go, Eijirou, he’ll kill everyone. I have to do it.
“No...”
“Yes. You know what I mean.” Bakugo reached out a hand to cup the side of Kirishimas face. He felt a thumb brush at the tears leaking down his face. He was crying.
This wasn’t happening.
They were supposed to get married.
Bakugo had been so shocked when Kirishima had proposed, down on one knees and everything. They had barely started wedding planning amongst all the chaos of their respective jobs. Now Kirishima wished they had just done it.
“I’ll stay here with you.” Kirishima said firmly. “I can protect you.”
“No Kirishima, you know that you can’t. Even with your Unbreakable it’ll still kill you. I need you to get out of ground zero, the explosion will kill you if you don’t.”
Kirishima let out a sob, he was fully crying now. “Please Katsuki... don’t leave me.” The villain was getting closer to them, they would be overrun in seconds.
The blond leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Kirishimas lips. He pushed his fourhead against Kirishimas, who wrapped the other man up in his arms.
“Hey Eijiro.” Bakugo said.
“Yeah Kats?” Kirishima sobbed.
“I do.”
Oh.
Oh.
Fiancée.
Husband.
“I do too. I love you so much Kats.”
“I love you too.” Bakugo pressed one hand against Kirishimas. The redhead felt something get pressed into his palm and he reflexively closed his hand around the small object. Bakugos other palm came to rest on Kirishimas chest. He hardened the skin on instinct, and it was a good thing he did because a second later he was flying through the air, sent tumbling by one of Bakugos explosions.
Kirshima landed in a heap on the ground.
He stared at the buildings in front of him.
There was a big bright light. An explosion.
And then a boom of sound.
Then nothing.
—•—•—•—•—
No one ever expects tragedy. Until it happens to them.
Kirishima didn’t plan the funeral.
He didn’t even know the date until Kaminari woke him up and gold him to get dressed. He had been staying at his friends house for the past two weeks, or had it been three? He didn’t know and didn’t care. But his appartement had too many memories for him to go back too.
It was a closed casket service. There was a picture of Bakugo with his signature smirk. Kirishima avoided looking at it. Instead he fidgeted with the rings he wore on a small chain around his neck.
His own ring, which caused him to sob uncontrollably the first time he looked down at it after Bakugo... after.
And the second ring. Matching his own, but slightly smaller.
Bakugos ring.