Red
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Red.
His favorite color. His eyes were red. His explosions were red. He liked red. But there was this one specific red. The red of his eyes. His. Goddamn. Eyes. Never, he was never a person to be fascinated of others. He was better then everyone else. But then there was this boy, with sharp teeth, with spiky red hair and the most beautiful red eyes he ever saw.
“I’m Kirishima Eijirou, and you?”
Red.
The sky was red. It was dawn, the sun setting. The sky was beautiful red. He heard his short breaths, him gulping down his water. His body was hot, so fucking hot. In both ways. Hiking was fun, but alone was a pain in the ass. But he had him on his side, smiling and grinning like the idiot he is, talking about their class. He just sat their. The soft, orange red sky painted his tan skin, leaving it to glow. His red hair was spiky like always, bright red. And his eyes. His fucking eyes, sparkling like stars on a clear autumn night. He didn’t even listen to ihm, he just watched his mouth move. Strangely, for someone who can literally harden his whole body, he had soft skin. Confused he blinked, looked to his friend. He grinned widely, Hans still waving in front of his face. He heard his laugh, clear and loud.
“You still with me Dude?”
Red.
His hair was red, messy on Top of his chest. Middle of the night, everything was quiet. He listend to his short, quiet breath, reeled his warm. His hand run trough the messy locks, playing with them. It was a few days after he was kidnapped and was saved by him. Everything was fine now. He was save. He felt him move, his hand on his cheek. When he looked down, he saw his favorite red. Looking at him softly. He crawled higher, more into his armes, said nothing. They just laid there. Feeling each other. Listening to the heartbeat of each other.
“I’m so glad you’re back, Bakugo”
Red.
Everywhere was red. Red flames. Red light. But there was one red which stood out. Fluid, red on the streets. His breath was ragged. This face in full panic. Where was he? Where? It was everywhere. He was sick of it. He couldn’t see it anymore. There was too much. Too much on him. Just too much. With teary eyes he kneeled down, holding him agains his chest. Red. His body was red. His red hair sticking on his face. His red eyes halfway closed. But still, he was smiling. Soft lips blood spilled, spiky teeths red. He looked like he won the first price of a competition, but oh so weak, laying at his chest. There wasn’t a breath, wait, there was. Small and soft. He shouted for help, for someone who could heel. Someone who could save him. A weak touch at his cheek let him look down
“I love you Katsuki”
Red.
Everything together. Red sky. Red flowers. Red tombstone. It was what he wanted. Red. He loved red. Red was his hair. His eyes. For him, Red was manliness. Red was passion. Red was love. But know. Red was a dull color, like grey. He couldn’t regnorice it anymore. He was blind to this color. To his color. The color which started everything, which endet everything. In a Trance he heard his classmates, his friends. They told him how sorry they were. They wished they would have been better, stronger, faster. It was a grey day for everyone. No one saw the red everywhere. No one wanted to see it. In the end, he was alone. Standing in front of the Tomb. Grey flowers in his hand. He wore the suit he bought one time. With the white flowers in it. He loved the suit. Slowly he kneeled down, laying the flowers in the fresh earth. He still heard his voice.
“I love you Katsuki”
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“I love you too, Eijiro”
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Welp, this was dramatic. Honstly don’t know what this is, this was an idea I had and wrote down I’m like 20 minutes. Sorry for spelling errors or something like that.
