No matter (Fem!KirishimaxBakugou)

Epilogue

[TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF GORE, SUICIDE]

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The lights felt almost blinding as they hit Kirishima's eyes. Every part of his body felt heavy and in need of movement. He wasn't sure if he could even sit up, every time a flame of motivation appeared it was blown out a second later.

The next thing he couldn't help but notice is the cushioning of his body, like he was being cradled by his surroundings. the redhead let out a groan, his voice too raspy to comprehend as his own, his lips chapped and cracked from lack of moistures. The sound of a curtain being pulled was suddenly present and a familiar voice croaked. "Kirishima?"

He blinked a few times to get his eyes used to the light, there stood Recovery girl with relief booming in her expression. What was happening? Kirishima didn't understand the sudden change of atmosphere, he'd sworn just a second ago he was kissing Bakugou.

Bakugou.

"Where's Bakugou?" Kirishima tried climbing out of the hospital bed only to fall right back down. The sound of the hospital monitor beeped to the beat of his anxiety. Did he do something to him? Was that kiss a mistake? He didn't know what he would do with himself if the blonde ended up being hurt.

"Oh dear, we shouldn't focus of that now. How are you feeling?"

He couldn't focus, he needed to see Bakugou. He needed to make sure he's okay. He gulped, the saliva made he dry throat feel weird. "Is Bakugou alive?..."

To Kirishima's surprise, Recovery girl laughed. "Oh my, Is that what you're so worried about? Yes dear, he's alive and as rambunctious as ever."

The redhead grinned, his cheeks hurt from how far it was stretching. Bakugou was okay, Kirishima didn't hurt him. The realization was almost overwhelming and the tears were falling down his face before he could process it.

Recovery girl smiled sweetly and pulled out her clipboard to record Kirishima's current vitals. "I'm sure he'll be more than happy to see you. He's been visiting you everyday since you fell into your coma."

"Coma?" He looked down at himself. He was...Normal again. There was the second realization.

It was all just a dream.

Everything. To him turning into a girl, to him kissing Bakugou. Kirishima winced, he didn't actually get to kiss Bakugou. The tears were falling down his face before he knew that they were there. He was stupid to think that the great Katsuki Bakugou would kiss him. He wiped his eyes as Recovery Girl patted his back, at least the blonde had bothered to visit Kirishima. That had to mean something... right?

"When am I gonna be discharged?" the redhead sniffled as the tears slowed to a stop.

"When I finish this paperwork. And then I can personally escort you to your dorm room. Or if you'd like, I could call one of your classmates to escort you instead?"

"Yeah." Kirishima said, and that was that.

???, ???, U.A. nurse's office

It wasn't very rare that Katsuki Bakugou was called to the office, no, that was almost 2 a week. Called to the nurses office though? That was new. It was a new that the blonde was willing to embrace. As he walked down the empty halls he thought of the possible explanations on as to why he would be called in the middle of class, but could come to one conclusion. Kirishima.

His stomach burst into butterflies and he had to stop himself from sprinting, the last thing he needed was a teacher coming out of their classroom just to lecture him on the practice of properly walking in the halls.

What if Kirishima wasn't actually awake, but dead? No, no, no. Katsuki shook that thought out of his head, if the redhead was dead he doubted that he would even be called. He had to be awake.

Bakugou went over Kirishima's last moments before going into the coma. It was just a normal training session, Katsuki had just took down his opponent. Or so he thought. While he was walking away, the daughter of a bitch must had tried to launch an attack at him. Kirishima pushed him out the way, and was unconscious before he was able to enable his hardening. The guilt was the hard to handle, but not as hard as seeing Kirishima in a hospital bed in a coma for who knew how long. He should be thankful though, his best friend could had been asleep for longer.

Best friend... What was Katsuki kidding, he was in love with the fucker. And as much as he kept trying to deny it, he couldn't hide the way his heart pounded around the ecstatic red head.

He had to tell him if he is awake.

Ha

Ha Ha

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I bet that's how you fucking wanted it to end huh? With Kirishima and Bakugou being happy in love? Too bad. I'll tell you what really happened.

Sunday, 8:55 P.M., Katsuki Bakugou's dorm room

Kirishima had almost finished, almost. She laughed to himself. Katsuki was beautiful, gorgeous even.

Especially with his guts strewn across his dorm's balcony.

As the bloody culprit sat in the moonlight -- observing the pocket knife he kept in his pocket for this act exactly -- she couldn't help but notice how right this feels. It was almost like she was meant to spill blood, that of all her family and Bakugou.

And her own.

She stood up and climbed up to the edge of the balcony. The wind blew around her as if edging her to her inevitable doom. Her job was done.

With one final blow of a kiss to Katsuki Bakugou's dismembered body, she slipped to her fate.

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