KiriKami angst/fluff (ft. Bakubro)
The battle raging around them was relentless. The villains, strong. They had taken precautions this time, such as immobilizing the pros and blocking them from the students as they raged their quirks against the teens.
Kaminari had been fighting alongside Kirishima, but at some point they had gotten seperated. As soon as he noticed, Kaminari was worried. His boyfriend may have a hardening quirk, but that didn’t mean it was indestructible. He had seen it wear thin many times before. Like a shield that slowly stopped being able to protect, Kirishima’s skin wouldn’t stay thick for very long.
Soon, however, the third year electricity user began to reach his limit. His arms felt like lead and his legs threatened tp give out from underneath his beaten and bleeding body. A villian- no- the villian approached him. The one who led them.
Tomoura Shigakare. His hand reached out and rested on Kaminari’s forehead, one finger held in the air. One finger away from his death. With a sickening smile, the villian covered with hands rested his hand completely upon the blonde teen.
Kaminari screeched with pain as he tried to draw back, skin falling from around the right side of his forehead and face. However, he could not release himself from the villains grip, and his quirk had already been overused. All he could do was scream terrifyingly loud and cry in pain.
When Kirishima heard the loud screeching, he knew immediately that it was his lover. He noticed for the first time that Kaminari was no where around him. Panicking, he ran towards the sound of pain. The sight in front of him was enough to make anyone cringe away, cover their eyes, or vomit.
The leader of the villians had his hand on the right side of Kaminarics face, blood spilling from the wound that grew and grew, him clawing at Tomoura’s arm, trying to get free from the terrible pain.
All Kirishima saw was red. His skin hardened, his hair hardened, his mouth hardened, everything did. His body became a rock-like being as he charged the one who was causing his boyfriend, his Denki, so much pain and suffering. Then, he felt nothing. Everything went black.
Denki could only shrivel up in pain as he heard a roar and felt the release of that cold, painful hand. Blood coated his face as he tried desprately to stop it’s flow, only causing his hands to gain the same crimson colour of his irony blood.
Forcing himself to have the energy, he moved his gaze upwards to see what had saved him. He saw a spiked rock monster thing beating the life out of the pulpy body of his attacker. Even when Tomoura was clearly dead, the monster wouldn’t ease up.
The battle raging around them had come to a halt, the villains pausing for long enough that the students could unarm and knock them out. At this point, people were screaming for help, the threat neutralized, but an obviously greater one in tact.
The pros finally got through and the remaining conscious villains were apprehended. The monster, who looked sligtly like Kirishima, was captured despite the great struggle it put up. Kaminari was the only one who was seriously injured. People crowded him, trying to help him, but Recovery Girl could only do so much out in the battle zone that used to be a training field. Kaminari let out a strangled cry when someone tried to lift him, so Ochako lightly used her quirk to transport the fatally injured student. The last thing he remembered before going unconscious was trying to call out to Kirishima and the looks of guilt and utter pity sent his way.
The first thing that registered was the beeping.
Kaminari lay in a hospital bed, his face, torso, arms, and most likely his legs, covered by bandages, tubes running around him, an IV in his arm, unable to move.
Bakugou sat in a chair next to his bed. Without Kirishima there, Bakugou was the one who took the biggest emotional hit when he saw his friend, practically brother, in this condition. No one really knew how to react, the most joking, genuinely happy, bright sunshine of the class could die at any given second.
Kaminari took a deep breath and tried not to panic or complain about the immesne pain he was in, but a small cry escaped his lips, which he found were uncovered by bandages. Bakugou’s head shot up and he touched Kaminari’s arm lightly.
“Denki oh my fucking god, oh my god” he said at an obvious loss for words. If not for all the bandages, how would have wrapped the small blonde in a tight hug. Kaminari struggled to speak, but eventually, he figured the words out.
“I-is Ejir-rou okay?” he managed. Bakugou’s eyes widened, his pulse almost stopping and his face filled with conflicting shock. What would he tell Denki? That his boyfriend was corrupted? That there was no chance of getting him back? He couldn’t do that! He couldn’t just crush the boy who could have died if not for the timing of arrival at the hospital. But he was never one to hide the truth or to lie.
“He.. Denki, this is going to be hard to hear, and it’s hard to say, but Ejirou isn’t okay. He- his quirk- it, well, it corrupted him, and-and he- no one can get through to him, a-and no one can-can figure out how to-how to help him- get him back to n-normal.” he said, his emotional stutter rising to the surface of his voice. Bakugou stuttered and his speach broke when he wasn’t yelling. It was the reason why he yelled. Denki’s hand found Bakugou’s and he clenched it tightly, ignoring all of the pain.
“Katsuki. Take me to Ejirou.” he said. Bakugou refused since Denki was in no shape to be going anywhere. Denki’s reply was more than shocking. He let go of Bakugou’s hand and reached up to his face, tearing away the bandages to reveal a heavily stitched right side of his face, his right eye only half open and fogged up. The left side of his face only had small cuts littered around, and his gold iris hardened with determination and shone with defiance. He sat up, grunting, and ripped out the tubes and IVs that penetrated his skin. He winced, but left it at that, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing himself up.
“Where is he Katsuki?” he questioned, though it sounded like a demand more than anything. Bakugou knew there was no stopping the injured 17 year old, so he wrapped an arm around his waist and supported him, leading him to an elevator, avoiding doctors on rounds.
Somehow, they reached the basement where Kirishima was being kept without anyone seeing them. Bakugou threw an explosion off to the side to distract the people watching Kirishima. It worked and then the two made their way towards the rock monster that was Ejirou.
Denki put his hand up to the unbreakable glass that contained his boyfried behind it, hoping that somehow, Ejirou was still in there.
The black around his vision started to fade, though Kirishima still did not have full control. All he could see was that he was in a white room with one wall of glass. Someone was at the glass, their hand pressed against it. Their face was familiar, but it was red and raw and stitched up on one side, their eye unable to open more than a fraction from what he could tell.
Having no control, his body lept at the glass, smashing against it, roaring and bearing his shark-like teeth at whoever dared to approach. Next to the one with their hand on the glass was one who was tall. They had a black shirt on, their face mixed with guilt and fear, and they were supporting the one who still didn’t flinch and kept their hand on the glass, seemingly pressing even harder.
After figuring out that intimidation wouldn’t work, Kirishima calmed himself down. He stared for a long moment before deciding to place his large, rocky hand on the opposite side of the glass, much bigger than the small fleshy hand that was covered in bandages. The supporting one tensed up, but the one with their hand on the glass only looked more determined.
A small shock was sent through the glass and up Kirishima’s arm. Something sparked in his mind and the people became sligtly more familiar, but he couldn’t figure out who they were.
A stronger shock was sent through his body and more things started to click. Then, a soft, warm shock pulsed through him like a heartbeat. The black haze of confusion faded from him completely as he recognized the two in front of him. Denki and Katsuki. His friend and his lover.
He watched as the layers of rock-like skin faded and formed back into a human size. He registered the damage done to Denki and the fact that Denki was still in a hospital gown. Memories flooded him like an ocean as he recalled how he had lost control in the first place.
Denki smiled and mouthed Kirishima’s name through the soundproof glass before wincing greatly and crumbling down onto his knees, Bakugou starting to panic. Kirishima dropped to his knees to be level with his boyfriend on the ground, pounding on the glass uselessly as Denki curled into himself, releasing cries of great pain.
Bakugou screamed for someone to help Denki. He yelled until someone came. They took Denki away and left him with Ejirou, opening the door to the containment chamber that Ejirou was previously locked in. They both watched hopelessly as the small blonde was taken away.
Bakugou looked over at Ejirou, who had tears streaming down his face.
“Y-you know, the first-first thing he said when he-when he woke up was ‘Is Ejirou-Is Ejirou okay?’.” Bakugou said. Kirishima looked at Bakugou and urged him to go on.
“I told him-him what happened to you and what- and where you were- what happened to you.” Bakugou continued, tripping over his words and accidentally repeating some of them. “He sat up and ripped-ripped off his bandages and s-stood up like no-nothing hurt. He-e was a tota-total badass. Denki w-was gonna walk down-walk down here by hims-self if I did-didn’t take him t-to where y-you were.” he finished.
Kirishima could only stare in amazement.
After an hour, someone came down and called the two up to where Denki was. He was going to be fine, but he needed to stay down for a day or two and not be bothered.
Those were the two longest days Kirishima ever lived through. When they were over, however, he got to see Denki again. He gave him light hugs and was careful of his injuries, making sure that he didn’t take off the bandages covering the right side of his face again.
A week later, Denki was discharged, but ordered to stay home for two more days before returning to school. When he was allowed to take off the bandages, he found out that he was blind in his right eye. He was fine with it and said that he was glad it was him and not anyone else.
When he got his stitches removed, the right side of his face was heavily scarred, but yet again, he said that he was glad that it was him and nobody else. He studied hard and caught up with his class. He participated in everything that the hero course threw at him, determined to become a hero. And he did.
And Kirishima never left his side through it all.
