MAKING MEMORIES IN AN APOCALYPSE

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AN: TW // Gore, Violence, Suicide, Negative Self Talk (not related to Reader's weight)

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I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy?

Holding on
So much more than I can carry

I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Day 67 - 2:03 AM

Music - Track 3 - Heavy - Linkin Park (feat. Kiiara)

"Y/N. Y/N? Y/N, wake up."

Was it all a dream?

You rub your eyes and look up, but it's almost pitch black inside the base until your eyes adjust. Kirishima's large form is leaning over you, blocking out what little moonlight is shining through the windows. His eyes are full of concern for you. Hopefully you hadn't been thrashing or talking in your sleep.

So it wasn't a dream. Just memories. You sigh.

"Another nightmare?" He whispers as he tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. You bat his hand away, letting your silence become your answer.

His broad shoulders slump, and he gives you a pouty frown. "Please don't stay mad at me."

You roll your eyes and try to clear the sleep from your throat before whispering back. "Still a little mad. You know I don't like talking when I first wake up." He gives you a nod, seeming to accept your answer. He quietly walks back over to the window where Bakugou's sniper rifle still leaned against it. He must be keeping watch, you think. You look beside you and sure enough, Bakugou is in his own sleeping bag with his eyes closed.

There's no real way to tell if he's actually asleep. Bakugou has always been a light sleeper, but current events have obviously exacerbated that. You quietly crawl out of your sleeping bag and creep across the apartment to sit down next to Kirishima.

His eyes briefly meet yours before he turns his attention back to the window. You settle next to him and peek out of the window as well which is a bit hard to do considering Kirishima has a good two feet of height on you. You sit in comfortable silence for a little while.

Slowly, the night sky begins to lighten. Dawn is approaching. Another day in Hell. You feel your muscles starting to ache so you stretch your legs out in front of you and roll your neck. Your body responds with pops and cracks. Kirishima had been silent all this time, but you weren't going to be the one to break the silence first, even if it was comfortable despite the argument you had last night.

It's not long after you finish stretching that he also adjusts his position restlessly. You can tell he is getting ready to say something so you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts. When Kirishima finally speaks, he keeps his voice low, and he meets your eyes. "I hope you know that I do believe in you. Yesterday was a mistake."

You nod slowly and whisper back. "Then why didn't you take me with you?"

It takes him a few moments before he answers you. He is obviously having an internal struggle over something. "Because... I hate putting you in danger. I don't know what I will do if we ever lose you." He echoes your words from last night. "You know how I feel about you." He gently reaches for your hand and gives it a soft squeeze.

"And you know how I feel." You give his hand a squeeze back. "But you also know what things are like right now."

"Yeah, for now." He gives you a toothy smile then kisses your forehead.

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