Bakugo x Kirishima

Unrequited Love 

Bakugo's POV

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"Why do you look so sad?" 

"Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings." 

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Bakugo collapsed on the bed after a busy day. A day of busy training and schoolwork. 

He laid in bed. Tears welling up already. His tired eyes turn to the pink sky, slowly turning purple and smiles.

Beeping. Filling his head. Driving out any thoughts of Kiri-

No.

Pulling on clothes, eating breakfast, ignoring Deku... all the same. Every day.

Walking into class. Sitting down and gazing out the window. 

"So I was like, wow! And he just went boom! Boom! BOOOOM!" 

He turns his head to look at the redhead across the room.

A small smile appears along with the familiar ache in his chest after spotting the yellow hair brushing against Kirishima's arm. 

The days go by, night after night ending in the ashy blond sniffing into his pillow.

"He doesn't have room in his heart for someone like me."  

'A monster. Destroys things. Wrecks lives instead of saving. Me.'

This morning was different.  Bakugo jolts awake, holding his mouth. 

The sink was scattered with blood red rose petals. His arms rest beside the sink.

Tears blur his vision, the ground swimming below him. Hanahaki. He accepted it long ago. 

Accepted the ache in his chest every time. Accepted his throat, scratched raw by the the thorns and vines, twining, and twisting, almost every morning. Accepted the silence.

Accepted the pain. 

Now, look at me.  

Bakugo gazed at the white ceiling. Everything was blurring. Wavering. 

His breath. Where has it gone? 

The vines twine tight, forcing all the air to leave.

For a long time, he tossed and turned every night, unable to sleep, wondering if maybe, just maybe, the redhead was also thinking about him.

But now, he doesn't have to. He reaches for him at the hospital bedside. 

Sharp teeth glint, along with the tears rolling down his face. 

"I'm sorry." he says. "It's my fault." he says. "I love you too." he says.

Bakugo twists, coughing and hacking his throat raw. 

"Love truly. Not me. Please." he said back hoarsely. 

The time has come. 

The vines squeeze, thorns stab, and he smiles.

Puts on a brave front when everything inside is crumbling. Shattering.

Now, only darkness. Nothing. No raging thoughts. No heartache. No pain.

But only pure love. He stands there, plucking petals off a withering rose.

i don't love me.                   and that's how i understand why you don't either.

"Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart. And sometimes it's not the butterflies that tells you you're in love, it's the pain."

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