Trigger Warning: brief mention of alcohol abuse
So uh, this is depressing(and a day late). Hope you can still enjoy it anyway though! I really like this chapter despite the fact that I almost cried while writing it. By the way, sometimes I'll just pick random prompts from the month if I dont wanna do the ones from that week. Enjoy~~
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Kirishima's POV (present tense)
I open my eyes.
I can't remember how I got here, and I can't think of any way out. I can't see any way out.
I'm floating. The air around me is thick. Not air. What is it? The abyss. The void. The dark.
I hate to be vague. That's what it is.
It's pitch black. I can't breathe. Am I drowning? Is this death?
Panic starts to set in as I begin swimming forward. Swimming? Drifting? Moving? Purposeful floating. I'm floating forward with a purpose.
I think.
There's nothing here. Or anywhere else. I can't see anything, nor can I feel, or taste, or smell.
But I can hear. The familiar, smug laughter of someone far away.
I'm purposely floating towards it, but I think it's getting farther away. I try going faster, but it's almost like I'm moving away from it.
I know that laugh. I wish I could remember who...
I love that laugh. If I could bottle it up and keep it to myself forever, I would. That would be so cruel, though. To keep such a laugh to myself is a crime.
I can feel myself smile. It's almost as if I can feel someone else there. But it's so far away, how could I feel?
I open my eyes again.
The darkness melts away before me and my feet connect with the floor. The... ground?
I'm at school. At Yuuei. In the courtyard. Alone. I haven't been here in four years. I can't remember how I got here either.
It seems that I wouldn't be able to remember a single thing for my life.
Four years, huh? I was happy then, I think. I don't really remember why. I do remember, however, the laugh was here just for me. It was so rare, and so special, and just for me.
These hallways probably hold memories. Ones that I probably locked away. Probably last year. When the laugh wasn't for me anymore.
It's not for anyone anymore.
I wish I could remember who the laugh belonged to. Maybe I could ask to hear it again. Up close this time. It's so far away now.
My chest is warming up. It's almost as if I can feel someone there. But it's so, so far away, how could I feel?
I open my eyes again again.
Someone is standing in front of me in the courtyard. I recognize this body, but his eyes were locked into an emotionless stare.
I'm glad I know him, but I can't remember where from. I do remember, however, that I cared about him more than I should've. I remember that that was a bad idea.
I remember that getting so attached to him so quickly was the worst thing I've ever done.
He's standing still. His hands are in his pockets. His face is in a light smirk like he knows something I don't. I remember that I liked to see him smile a lot more than I liked to see him smirk.
He turns around to walk away, and I tried to reach out to stop him, but I couldn't move. I tried to call out to him, but I couldn't speak.
I was just as frozen as he had been mere seconds ago, but I'm a lot more hopeless.
He's walking away from me and there's not a single thing I can do to stop him.
I can feel my heart dropping. It's almost as if someone who was there isn't there anymore. Bet he's so, so, so close, how couldn't I feel him?
Why don't I feel him?
He's so close...
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Kirishima's POV (Past Tense)
"Ei..... Eiji—....... Eijirou!"
I opened my eyes again.
Katsuki was leaning over on me, a gentle hand pressed to my cheek.
"Katsuki..." I mumbled as he swiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb.
"Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep..." he asked.
I nodded gently, refusing to break eye-contact or the silence that hung in the room.
"What happened?"
"I-I'm not..." I shook my head and took a deep breath, "I'm not entirely sure."
I stayed silent after that, looking back up at Katsuki, but the look on his face was urging me to continue.
"It's like... you were with me, but you weren't here. I couldn't talk to you, or touch you. It's like you weren't really there at all... everything felt so out of place and wrong. It's like I was drowning in the air..."
He nodded and offered a sad smile down to me.
"Well you best believe that I am here," he said softly, "and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
I smiled and nodded, and Katsuki continued holding my cheek in his palm.
He sat all the way up, leaning against the headboard and sighing softly.
I repositioned myself so that my head was in his lap, and I heard him laugh a bit under his breath.
It's not like this was a rare occasion for us, I was always anxious about something.
Katsuki always knew how to calm me down though. I feel like everything is okay when I'm with him, and for the most part, it is.
He started gently playing with my hair, and I looked up at him. He looked tired, and I really did feel bad for doing this so often.
I love Katsuki so much... it's such a shame that he has to put up with me...
"Y'know that I love you, Ei. More than anything, right?" he mumbled.
I hummed in response and he continued, "You know I love you and I always will. There's nothing that could ever take me away from you. Not ever."
I blushed as he kept talking, and I could feel myself falling for him even more by the second.
Nothing new.
"I love you too..." I said as I sat up.
I looked over and Katsuki and smiled softly.
"Thank you... for everything."
"Don't mention it," he said, giving me a peck on the lips.
I immediately bought my palm up to his cheek, drawing him back in.
I brought his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. I could feel my heart warming up, almost as if it were on fire.
I opened my eyes again.
A dream. A god awful dream. Just like the ones I've had every night for almost a year now.
I groaned and rolled over, checking the time on my alarm clock. It flashed 3:27 am in bright red.
I sighed loudly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.
As I walked towards the kitchen and ignored my banging headache, thoughts of Katsuki filled my head.
After the accident, I felt like I had lost everything. I did lose everything.
I lost my contract with the hero agency, I stopped talking to my friends, I'm damn near losing my house, and not to mention my mind.
I lost Katsuki.
He always said that the only thing that could take him from me is death.
He was right.
I opened the wine cabinet, which was never filled for long and pulled out a bottle of Fireball whiskey.
I didn't bother to get a glass, it's not like I have to share with anyone anyway.
I opened the bottle and started drinking, ignoring the protests from my mind. Despite my best efforts, I'll never stop thinking about Katsuki.
There's not much I can remember anymore since I drank all my memory away, but Katsuki is not someone I'll ever forget.
Even though I'll never see him again. Even though nobody will ever see him again.
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Just in case you guys were confused, everything except the last part was in a dream. :,) hope you enjoyed my teenage angst being taken out on my children. Please dont cry I love you so much see you later this week ;-;
Word Count: 1,273 down the Rockefeller Street