Mis-Matched Wrists
Fandom: MHA
Characters: Kirishima, Bakugou
Rating: M
Warnings: Talk of Suicide and death of a main character 9already happened).
Summary: The person most important to you is forever on your wrist. Unfortunatly for Kirishima, his boyfriend is on his wrist, but he isn't on his.
Kirishima knows that his name isn’t on Bakugou’s wrist. The most important person in his life isn’t his partner and Kirishima’s made peace with that. He just wants to meet this person. Some selfish, angry part of him wants to meet the most important person in Bakugou’s life.
He knows the name, Katsuki's never hidden it. But he's angry and okay with it, selfish in his desire, but curious in the knowledge alone.
He just wants to meet Izuku Midoriya.
It’s for curiosity’s sake. He wants—needs—to see who the most important person is in Bakugou Katsuki’s life. If it’s not him, who is it? The question has haunted him since they met and now, over a year into their relationship
So, he does something unmanly. He follows Bakugou to his childhood home on his monthly trip home.
It’s not hard. Katsuki’s born and raised in Mustafu, Japan. It’s where U.A. is now. Hell, he just had to walk the same path Katsuki took when he decided to visit his parents.
Kirishima keeps the blond man in his sights as Katsuki buys flowers then takes a detour. The worst comes to mind, but he pushes it all down and keeps Bakugou in his sight as he turns and deviates from the usual path.
Kirishima has met Bakugou's parents. And their absolutly massive house isn't in this direction.
But Katsuki heads past the river and their old schoolyard to a graveyard and pauses, speaking to Kirishima, "I know you're there Shitty Hair."
Kirishima jogs to catch up with Katsuki. He starts to apologize, ut Katsuki cuts him off.
"Don't." Katsuki messes with the flowers. They're white chrysanthemums and Kirishim regrets doing this even more.
"Hey, babe, I'm sorry I'll—"
"Shit it, Shitty Hair." Katsuki replies, "I didn't want to talk about this, but since you're so fucking curious, I'll take you with me."
Kirishima listens to Bakugou, keeping his mouth shut. They head to a gmall grave near a large tree that casts shade onto this area of the graveyard. Katsuki places the flowers down, careful not to step atop where any dead bodies are buried. Kirishima reads the grave: Izuku Midoriya.
"You don't have to say anything I understand—" Kirishima is cut off again, "I'm only going to say this once and we aren't going to talk about this ever again. If this changes your opinion of me then so be it, but what happened happened and we can't fucking change it."
"We grewup together, our moms were friends. Hell, I still see Auntie Inko when I come back home." Katsuki starts, "We would play together and just be stupid kids. And that elevated when I got my quirk. I'd use it with reckless abandon, not caring about the consequences. And I hurt a lot of people, including myself. But I hurt him more. A lot. Because I got my quirk and he didn't."
Katsuki pauses and jsut stares at Izuku's grave as he keeps going.
"I saw myself as better than him. I kept using my quirk and I stopped accidentally hurting others, but intentionally, I'd aim them at people and fired. Not like the little fireworks I blast at you all when you fucks are being dumbasses. No, I took aim and let out all of my frustration. Every last bit of it." Katsuki catches his breathe and looks at his wrist, "I eventually made it known how much of a Useless Deku he was. I let him know his place in society. I let him know what I thought of people like him—Quirkless people—and how I wished they'd all go away."
"I told him to kill himself. over and over and over again, in new creative ways. Left red spider lillies on his desk and got the whole class involved. Teachers looked the other way. i was to be a hero, he wouldn't do anything good for society, but I would. Who cared if I took my frustrations out on this one kid? No one would remember him." Katsuki rubs his wrist, as if to take the name off, "And then one day, he saved my fucking life. I was being attacked and the heroes did nothing. Well, until fucking All Might showed up but I was being attacked by a villain I couldn't defeat and this fucking kid comes and tries to fight it with nothing but his school bag. He failed but that night, when I was going to see if he was alright, his mother said he didn't come home. And by that next morning, his body was plastered on the fucking pavement."
The birds chirp, kids scream and laugh from a playground in the distance. But the two of them are quiet.
"I didn't push him over the edge. He said that he met his idol and took my advice. Earlier that very day I told him to take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in his next fucking life." Katsuki lets out a laugh, "Well, I got some stern talking to by the police, but my name wasn't in the note, he just called me his best friend. Fucked up, right?"
"And now you leave flowers by his grave?" Kirishima asks.
"Once a month if I can." Katsuki says, "On his birthday. On his death day. Whenever I'm in town. I think I singlehandedly keep the flower shop open."
"You're remorseful, aren't you?"
"Making sure you're fucking boyfriend isn't a fucking sociopath anymore?"
Kirishima takes Bakugou's name-ridden wrist into his own. Kirishima's says Katsuki's name. Katsuki's says Izuku's name.
"I'm just making sure you know that." Kirishima says, "You're important to me. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I've done the fucking therapy circuts." Katsuki says, "I'm not going to do anything rash because of it."
"I know." Kirishima says, "But if you want someone there next time, I'll come with you."
"I don't."
"Then I'll stay at the dorms." Kirishima says, "Alright?"
"Alright, Shitty Hair."
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you know what boils my blood.
over the last 2 weeks, i've seen countless patients walk into my urgent care center, symptomatic for so many things, refusing to get tested for covid and flu, citing that they don't want to knowingly bring it to their holiday tables. i had a patient tell me, verbatim, "i don't want to test for covid, because i don't want to be the asshole who brings it on a plane."
i understand that - i understand that holidays are times where people look forward to meeting loved ones that they might only see once a year, or where they get a break from the hectic back and forth of their lives.
but here's the thing - whether they get tested or not, they will bring whatever they have to their holiday tables. it's pure recklessness to know that you're sick, and walk into someone else's house spreading the disease.
today, january 2, i saw 91 patients, many of them who have tested positive for covid and flu. many of these patients are the same ones who didn't want testing 3 days ago, until their events were over, and now, they will have to reach out to everyone they know to let them know that they were positive because they were showing symptoms well before their event.
the next week or two? we're going to see many, many more, all people with symptoms that started around christmas. these are the only two viruses we test for rapidly in our office, but they are potent and can be fatal in many people.
so here's why i wrote this post, and maybe it's a little late, but - if you care about your loved ones, please get tested if you know you're sick. it doesn't have to be at a clinic if you don't want it to, because the over-the-counter tests work just fine too (if you test within 5-7 days of symptom onset). just...please don't try to run from the knowledge that you might have covid, because immunocompromised people, elderly people, people with co-morbidities like asthma, pregnancy, diabetes, etc...many of them may not recover. and they may not be sitting at your holiday table in the future because of it.
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