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“Is it weird I’m not afraid to die?” Kirishima’s beautiful voice said around the blood pooling in his throat and Bakugou almost laughed but the gaping wound across his chest left him without the ability to do more than grunt.
“It’s not as bad as I thought…but maybe it’s because I get to do it with you.” That broke Katsuki. With every ounce of fight he had in him he turned his head to see the love of his life trying to quietly sob—probably not to worry Katsuki—that asshole. Eijirou’s exposed chest was covered in Katsuki’s blood from when he rushed to him and riddled with marks from their enemy that lay dead a hundred feet away. There were so many Katsuki didn’t know which one was the fatal one, maybe it was all of them. “Although,” the red heads words were more watery than before and Katsuki tried to reach for him. “I never wanted you to die. I never wanted us to die. I wanted us to get old, fight about study things like the new young heroes and what coffee to order—”
“You… hate… coffee,” he struggled out and didn’t expect the look of anguish that crossed Kirishima’s face as he tried to fight back another sob. He must not have realized Katsuki was looking at him. Eijirou hadn’t looked away from the evening sky yet—he always loved sunsets. How fucking fitting. Katsuki hated fate. He hated the universe. He hated every fucking thing besides the beautiful man beside him. His amazing soulmate. The person who shared the fiery and ferocious soul mark that stained his shoulder down to his arm. The terrifying and mesmerizing mix of orange and red and black that somehow bled together more beautifully than any fucking sunset. Katsuki’s eyes drifted his lovers’ right arm that matched his left. The mark that was exposed when they first sparred. The mark that made their unyielding friendship evolve into an unconditional love and a horrifyingly painful end.
“Do you think we’ll find each other again? In the next life? I think…I think I’ll always look for you.” Eijirou started and Katsuki looked up, willing his left hand to reach just a little further. He’d been trying to reach Eijirou for what felt like an eternity but his hand was blew to hell and his arm felt like it’d almost been ripped off—cause it had—but either fucking way, Bakugou was going to reach Eijirou just like that stupid fucker had reached him. He’d saved him from Kamino and never ever thought him the villain everyone else tried to make him be and – fuck, if he could move his right arm he’d wipe away the tears that flowed down his face but he couldn’t. All his strength was focused on listening to Kirishima’s familiar voice that felt like home and crossing the few inches that separated their hands. “—and I’ll always love you. You know that right? I’ve loved you since the beginning and, well, I’ll love you no matter what. No matter what time, place, or whatever, I’ll find you, and I’ll love you. I love you so much Katsuki. I promise, I’ll find you.”
Katsuki thought dying was painful but nothing hurt as much as the finality in his lovers voice or the fact those words were what finally made him look at Bakugou. Tears stained his cheeks, leaving ugly patterns in the fresh blood that covered Kirishima’s face and dripped from his lips. Lips he loved. Lips he’d kissed and promised an eternity to.
“Not…if I…find you first.” Katsuki fought against the lack of air in his lungs and the blood that flooded out of him like a river. Kirishima’s sob was interrupted by him trying to cough up all the blood that collected in his throat. Katsuki hated this. He hated it so fucking much. He wanted to kill that stupid villain over and over. He wanted to curse Kirishima for jumping in front of him. He wanted to give him the few breaths of life he had left but he saw the light going out behind his lovers’ eyes. The vibrant red matched the blood on his face but slowly faded to the color of the dried blood that circled them. “Kirishima, please, Eijirou. I love you, don’t fucking go, please.” The Great Ground Zero begged his soulmate, grabbing the familiar hand finally only to feel it cold and lifeless and a sob was ripped from him like most of his viscera. “I love you Eijirou. I’ll find you. I swear. I’ll love you forever. I’ll find you first and I’ll fucking kill you for dying first—I’ll never let you.. I’ll find you.” He promised between tears and gasp for breath. Between his body panicking and gasping for air and his life draining from him, he looked at his lover who stared at him lifeless.
And Katsuki still thought he was beautiful. His hand squeezed Kirishima’s too tight before soon enough there was nothing left in Katsuki. His energy was drained, his blood gone, and all the air was gone from his lungs. Red eyes stared at an even redder sunset and he almost smiled.
“Wait for me Kirishima. I’m on my..”
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“Dude, you’re in an exceptionally bad mood, what’s wrong?” Jirou asked from her perch on the counter. Katsuki just ignored her in favor of scrolling through the endless articles on villain attacks around the city.
“Probably his loud neighbor again.” Sero called from where he flipped through tv channels before reluctantly settling on the news. Katsuki felt his brow twitch as they took turns guessing what was wrong with him.
“—oh! Maybe he ran into his soulmate. Did you meet your soulmate?” Sero had turned around to hang over the back of the tattered couch to stare at Bakugou who still hadn’t looked away from his computer screen.
“He’s the only person who would be that pissed meeting his soulmate so…yeah, actually, that could be it.” Jirou added unhelpfully with a devilish gleam in her dark eyes.
“Fuck off both of you and no it wasn’t any stupid soulmate shit. You both care about that a whole fucking lot for two people who know whos theirs is and won’t talk to them.” He bit out and watched color bloom across both of their faces. “Maybe I should call pony tail or figure out who the fuck that pink freak is and let them know exactly what you two are—”
“Point taken, sheesh.” Sero relented first and Jirou’s signal of retreat was plugging herself into her phone and listening to music.
The low sound of the tv and silence from his two counterparts that replaced the once annoying topic had his shoulders relaxing before something on the tv had his eyes darting up to the flat screen.
“Three more villains were turned in tonight by an unknown vigilante. The only thing we know about them is that they aren’t our usual vigilantes.”
“Yes Isabelle, this newcomers tactics are more direct and much less…violent.”
“We’d like to take this moment to remind everyone that any hero activity is illegal and any quirk use without proper papers is a punishable offense. Stay safe, and leave the heroics to the police.”
“What a bunch of—” Katsuki started and almost burned the table to the ground. The scorched handmarks only matched the several other burnt and exploded parts of their safe house.
“Anyone been heroing without the rest of us?” Sero asked with an awkward laugh, looking between Jirou and Katsuki although Katsuki knew looking at Jirou was a formality. They thought he ran off on is own—which he should’ve since he was better than those fucks—but…
“Wasn’t me.” Jirou answered easily.
“It wasn’t me either but I want to know who the fuck is copying us!”
“Well, they’re not really trying to copy us…they seem nicer.” Sero said and Katsuki fixed him with a glare that had him falling silent.
“Either way, it’s nice to know we have some help. It’s hard protecting the whole city.” Jirou said and Sero nodded but Katsuki felt the opposite. Some stupid fuck was probably out there trying to play hero and was going to get hurt. Not that he gave a fuck but if some dumbass got hurt there was no hopes of getting heroes reintegrated into society. The laws would get stricter and their actual job of helping people would get even more difficult.
With that, Katsuki decided he was going to figure out who the fuck was doing all of this and tell their dumb ass to stop or else.
“Where are you going?” Sero asked as he slammed his laptop back into his bag before pulling on his hoodie.
“Out. You two should go home too. Oh, and find a real job so we don’t look so fucking suspicious just hanging around Ponytails shop all day.” Jirou turned bright red but simply flipped him off. With that he made his way to his motorcycle and was off.
He’d find this stupid fuck if it was the last thing he did.