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7:39 a.m.
“Remember that you have to be home early,” Bakugo said, walking over to Kirishima and wrapping his arms around Kirishima’s waist pulling him in closer before Kirishima left. “I will not have you looking like shit on our anniversary got it?”
Kirishima laughed and kissed the top of Bakugo’s head. “Don’t worry, love I’ll be home with plenty of time to spare.”
“I mean it Eijiro-”
“I’m going to be late if you keep nagging me like this!” Kirishima said, wriggling out of Bakugo’s embrace. “I love you.”
“I love you too, now get out of here.”
Kirishima smiled and walked out the door.
9:56 a.m.
Kirishima rushed into the agency, of course, he had been late. The one day where he needed to be early and Bakugo had made him late. He was going to give Bakugo a mouthful tonight.
“Red Riot, thank goodness you’re here!” Ghost said running up to Kirishima.
“What’s going on?”
“Villains seventy kilometers away! They’ve taken hostages and there are already confirmed victims!”
“Alright send me coordinates and get Suneater as well!” Kirishima directed, immediately turning and rushing out of the agency.
12:14 p.m.
Bakugo paced in front of his closet. “Why do I have nothing to wear!” He screamed, frantically running his hands through his hair, still wet from his shower. This couldn’t be any outfit, not even just any anniversary outfit, this had to be absolutely perfect for Eijiro.
Bakugo turned and faced the little nightstand that was next to their bed, he looked at the drawer but didn’t open it. The last thing he wanted was to lose the box that sat inside of it.
1:21 p.m.
The villains had set the building on fire. The fire had been contained but there were still people trapped inside. Kirishima had managed to get eighteen people out but who knows how many were still inside.
“Anyone still down here?” Kirishima shouted, coughing from the smoke.
“Red Riot we’re over here!” A young woman called trapped by the falling debris.
“Don’t worry I’m coming!”
Kirishima made his way over to her and assessed the damage. Her leg was trapped under a support beam that was holding up two large pieces of concrete. “I’m gonna get you out of here,” Kirishima said confidently and the woman relaxed ever so slightly.
3:49 p.m
Bakugo looked in the mirror adjusting his already perfect tie. It took hours but he finally managed to find something not only for himself but for Kirishima, tonight was too important for Kirishima to be dressed poorly. The last time they went out Kirishima wore his crocs and Bakugo made him buy dress shoes before they got to the restaurant.
Bakugo’s suit consisted of a green velvet suit coat embroidered with gold, underneath was a black button-up and a red tie with a subtle printing of Kirishima’s hero logo near the bottom. Kirishima had gotten it as a gag gift for him and Bakugo never had the heart to throw it out. His pants and shoes matched his shirt.
Bakugo picked up his phone to check the time, their reservation was at seven, Kirishima should be home soon.
4:01 p.m.
Everyone was out and was being taken care of. It was just in time, as when Kirishima came out with the woman the building collapsed seconds later.
“Thank you Red Riot you saved my life!” She cried clutching onto him.
“Of course, here why don’t you let the doctor take a look at your leg,” Kirishima said, gently placing her onto a cot and waving a doctor over.
“We’ll take care of her Red Riot,” the doctor said promptly, examining her.
Kirishima sighed and scanned the scene out before him. When he had gotten there the villains had already escaped, leaving behind ten victims and a burning building. Kirishima spotted Tamaki and walked over to him.
“Any info on the villains?”
Tamaki nodded his head. “The fire was due to a quirk not from the building itself, that’s about it. We’ll get more once we start questioning witnesses.”
“Right. Do you mind taking the lead on that? It’s Katsuki’s and I’s anniversary and you know how he is…” Kirishima said with a light laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sure, I’ll call if I find something.”
“Got it, thanks, Tamaki!”
Kirishima jogged off, he crossed into an alley finding it to be a shortcut.
Something was wrong. Kirishima began to run faster, the hair on the back of his neck standing up.
A whirring from his right was all he needed before his quirk activated, right in the nick of time, as the bullet would have otherwise been buried in his stomach. As it was it simply bounced off of him.
“I didn't think that would work anyway!”
Kirishima still couldn’t see the figure. They must be invisible or can conceal themselves during daylight. They might be able to hide their body but they still made noise as they ran. Kirishima could hear footsteps coming from his left and he waited until they grew louder When he thought that the villain was close enough, Kirishima threw a punch, hitting a form instead of the air.
They popped back into view, the force of the punch making them lose control of their quirk. Kirishima gave a half-smile and pursued them.
5:45 p.m.
“Eijiro Kirishima here, except that I’m not! Leave a voicemail and I’ll get back to you soon, rock on!”
Bakugo threw his phone down at the couch and it bounced harmlessly off and onto the ground. Kirishima was late, and now they were going to be late to their reservation. He had tried calling but after the fifth time, it was clear that Kirishima wasn’t going to pick up.
“Damn it Eijiro!” Bakugo yelled and sat down in a huff, his leg began to bounce immediately from the pent-up energy.
The one night where Kirishima had to be on time and he was nowhere to be found.
“He better be dying in a ditch…” Bakugo grumbled and reached for his phone, trying one more time.
6:06 p.m.
What started out as a one v one turned into an ambush. Kirishima was faced against five villains and they were slowly chipping away at him. Every time he thought he had the advantage with one another would come from behind and knock him down, but he got up every time he got up.
“Imagine what boss is gonna think when we tell him we took out the number five pro hero!” One of them sneered going in for a punch.
Kirishima dodged it but was instantly caught by another fist, this one to his stomach. He doubled over but quickly got up.
“I would like to see you try,” Kirishima retorted, wiping the blood from his nose.
6:19 p.m.
“Eij I left clothes for you on the bed, put those on and meet me at the restaurant as soon as you can ok? Love you and see you soon.”
Bakugo hung up and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The small box weighing heavily in his left pocket. He grabbed his keys and turned out the lights and left for the restaurant.
6:37 p.m.
Kirishima wouldn’t last much longer, he knew it. Blood was pouring from his nose and he was covered in bruises and small scrapes, nothing serious, but as soon as he dropped he was as good as dead.
He stumbled slightly and dodged another punch, landing one himself on one of the villains. There were only two left, the other three were either knocked out cold or left to get more reinforcements.
Faster than Kirishima could truly comprehend, the two both rushed him and Kirishima chose to attack the one on the left.
That was a mistake.
7:12 p.m.
People were staring at Bakugo. His leg was continuously bouncing and he drummed his fingers against the table. Even the waiter had stopped checking in on him and Bakugo started at the empty glass, watching the ice melt ever so slowly.
“Excuse me? Are you pro hero Dynamite?”
Bakugo turned and saw a small boy, no older than seven or eight, clutching a notebook and Dynamite action figure.
“Sorry kid I’m not taking autographs right now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you it’s just that me and my friends are like your biggest fans and I know they would be so jealous if I came to school tomorrow with-”
“Kid, can’t you see I’m waiting for someone?”
Bakugo’s words were harsher than he meant but his patience was growing thinner by the minute. The kid shrank back a little and he could see tears starting to well up.
“Shit, look I’m sorry. Just give me the damn paper.”
The tears were instantly replaced by a large smile as the kid thrust his notebook into Bakugo’s face.
“Who do I make it out to?” Bakugo asked, the pencil poised.
“Yamato!”
As Bakugo signed the notebook, Yamato bounced excitedly from one foot to another.
“Here you go,” Bakugo said, handing the notebook back to him.
“Thank you so much!”
“Yeah just don’t expect it to work again,” Bakugo warned. The kid nodded his head, bowed, and then rushed back to his table waving his notebook excitingly.
7:21 p.m.
Bakugo shook his head in amusement as he watched the kid. Vibration from the table distracted him and he turned back to the table. One missed call from Kirishima was illuminated on his phone for a split second before disappearing. Bakugo grabbed his phone and brought it to his ear.
“Where the hell are you?” He asked, angrily.
“Sorry work,” Kirishima coughed.
“Are you alright?” Bakugo said, a deep seed of worry growing in the pit of his stomach.
“Yeah no, I’m ok… I just might be a little late to dinner that’s all.”
“Eij what’s going on?”
“Nothing I’m fine I just thought I would let you know.”
“Where are you? I'm coming to get you,” Bakugo said, starting to stand up.
“Katsuki I’m fine, you don’t need to leave.”
With each word Kirishima said, the more Bakugo’s worry grew. Something was wrong, there had to be something wrong, but what? Bakugo made his way out of the restaurant and to his car.
7:28 p.m.
“Katsuki, I love you,” Kirishima said suddenly.
The words made Bakugo pause, key halfway to the ignition.
“Do you love me too?”
“Of course I love you, what kind of fucking question is that?”
“I just needed to hear it that’s all.”
“Eijiro what’s going on? Where are you?”
“Katsuki I-” His words were cut off by a fit of coughs.
“Stay on the phone ok? I’m going to come find you!”
Bakugo started the car and sped off towards Kirishima’s agency, that was the best place to start looking for him.
“Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why are you being so fucking vague, you’re scaring me!”
“Sorry I don’t mean to scare you…”
7:33 p.m.
Bakugo kept driving as he listened to Kirishima’s breathing, it was irregular and getting shallower. He was hurt and he was alone.
“I’m going to find you.”
All Kirishima could muster was a simple grunt. Then silence.
“Eij? Eijiro? Eijiro answer me!”
Nothing, he didn’t respond and Bakugo’s panic increased exponentially. He was going as fast as he could, barely stopping or getting out of other people’s way fast enough. Soon enough he heard sirens, not from any nearby car. But over the phone.
“Eijiro? Are you there?” Bakugo sobbed looking down at the phone before turning his attention back to the road.
“Bakugo?” It wasn’t Kirishima, it was Tamaki.
“What the hell are you doing with Eijiro’s phone?”
“He… he’s being taken to the hospital I was just about to call you when I picked up his phone.”
“Hospital? Why the fuck is he going to the hospital?”
“It looks like he’s been stabbed, he’s lost a lot of blood,” Tamaki paused. “It doesn't look like he’ll make it Bakugo.”
“Shut the fuck up! Don’t say that! Just tell me where you’re taking him!”
“Orange blossom by his agency.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible” Bakugo hung up and pressed harder onto the gas.
8:57 p.m.
Bakugo had finally made it to the hospital. Leaving his keys behind he rushed into the hospital. There he found Tamaki covered in blood, Kirishima’s blood.
“Where the hell is he?” Bakugo asked, walking towards Tamaki and the doctors.
“Bakugo…” Tamaki started then was cut off by his sobs.
“No,” He whispered, stopping in his tracks.
“I’m sorry we tried everything we could but he had already lost too much blood when we found him,” One of the doctors said, his sympathy was practiced and robotic.
“No!” Bakugo said, lunging towards the doors.
He was immediately caught by two people, Tamaki, and another doctor, and was dragged away from what could only be Kirishima’s room.
“Let me go!” He screamed trying to get out of their grasp, tears were streaming down his face and his breathing became shallow. “Eijiro!”
Bakugo was taken into an empty hospital room and as soon as he was free, he began to break every object he could. When he was finally done the room was completely trashed. Panting and out of breath, Bakugo sank to the floor sobbing repeating Kirishima’s name over and over again.
“I’m so sorry Bakugo,” Tamaki said timidly. He sank down to the floor with Bakugo and Bakugo flung himself into Tamaki’s chest.
“He can’t be gone, we just saw each other this morning.”
“I’m sorry Bakugo,” Tamaki repeated, rubbing Bakugo back trying to soothe him.
9:18 p.m.
Bakugo continued to sob, his gasps for breaths the only thing interrupting the tears. After what felt like hours, Bakugo couldn’t cry anymore there were no more tears left in his body. Instead, he just sat on the floor, numb to the rest of the world.
He didn’t remember pulling out the box from his pocket, but he studied it. He was afraid to open it, now knowing that Eijiro would never see what was inside. Bakugo took a deep breath and popped it open a small ring encrusted with diamonds and tourmalines resting inside Bakugo's and Kirishima’s birthstones, Bakugo picked the ring up and flung the box aside.
He had finally worked up the courage to propose to Kirishima three months ago but decided to wait until their anniversary. Now he wished he didn’t wait.
“You bastard, I told you not to be late. I told you tonight was important.”
His fingers enveloped the ring as he pressed his hand to his mouth. How was he supposed to live a life without his soulmate? Kirishima was the one person who truly understood him, the one person who never asked Bakugo to change. And now he was gone, and he was never coming back.
Bakugo just wanted to kiss Eijiro one last time.