A KariBaku prompt: Listen To Me
Because I can dawg(that was supposed to be longer judging by how I imagined it)
They have different quirks here(bc I can dawg)
@itzairiii heard karibaku is your otp, that one's for you
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Bakugou Katsuki — it's about uncontrollable destruction. About ground shaking, lightning striking through the air, blades slicing through reality and matter, destroying everything on their way. About fresh, warm blood spilling on the ground, making it slippery and sticky, about eyes matching the colour of the liquid as it gets on his face, soaking once white hair into red. It's about scars that don't heal, leaving the eternal marks on his body which are hidden under the bandages.
Bakugou Katsuki — it's about betrayal. About invisible knife that was just sharpened stabbing under the ribs, piercing the young heart again and again, about despair, about losing something you can't replace. About tons of forgotten wishes and dreams turning into ashes and disappearing in the silent abyss of nothing.
Bakugou Katsuki — it's about peace that is so much needed but never comes. It's about suffering that doesn't end. It's about hope that he himself threw away, knowing he can never take it back.
All his life is a search for a spot to rest the tired mind on.
He was blessed cursed the day he stared into the rainy sky with glassy eyes, holding his side and feeling the blood leaving his body, moveless, emotionless, almost breathless, with head empty with only the buzzling sound in his ears telling him about Death coming.
It didn't take him that day. It touched his shoulder, placed its hand on the wound, held it here and left, leaving Katsuki alone again.
It was always following him. Wrapping its arms around his head, messing with his thoughts, taking his sanity away day by day as he distanced himself from his classmates.
One one day he broke and fled. That was when the voices had finally shut up.
He was left alone again, but now he had only himself. His body. His mind.
"I heard thousands of stories about you, but never hoped to meet you."
This person who was holding an umbrella was unnaturally calm after seeing him take out the entire hero group in a matter of seconds. Their hair was matching his eyes: dark and deep.
Calming.
"You need an umbrella?"
He remained silent, the sword's blade in his hand still pulsating with dim dark purple light. They only chuckled and smiled softly.
"I'll take that as no, judging by your gaze."
They took a step forward — the blade flew up, pressing against the person's neck. They raised their hand, trying to get the sword down, but he remained still, increasing the pressure.
"Alright, I got you. Sorry."
He slowly lowered the blade to their torso, watching them step back where they were. They were, indeed, strange. All calm and smiley against the villain who was wanted dead or alive in the entire world.
"Please, listen to me."
And he suddenly felt nothing but calmness fill his mind and body as he dropped on his knee, his head hung low and the arm with a sword touching the ground. The rain stopped — they walked closer, the umbrella covering both the person and him. He saw them kneel in front of him, pushing the hair from his face aside so gently that it sent goosebumps down his spine, their fingers travelling to his neck and on his shoulder, caressing it. Then they spoke in a quiet, soothing voice:
"I have no intention to hurt you and do anything bad. How can I call you? What's your name?"
He shook his head, backing up a bit — just so little that they wouldn't have to reach out their hand for him.
"I don't remember it."
"Well, if so..." they looked to the sword he was holding, "may I call you Blade?"
Blade?..
...Sounds not so bad.
New-named Blade nodded as the person finally revealed theirselves too:
"My name is Kariage, but you can refer to me as Kafka, if you like that more."
Blade nodded again. The sword dissipated, and Kafka took his hand, rubbing the palm softly. The umbrella seemed to levitate on its own as he carefully pulled Blade closer, ruffling the once spiky, now only a little bit curly, hair and rubbling soothing circles into his shoulders.
And for the first time in years Blade let his guard down, closing his eyes and allowing Kafka to pull him into a warm, safe hug, relaxing against another man's shoulder. For a moment he waited for Kafka to push him away and wake up in the middle of the rain, but that didn't seem to end. Kariage's palms were taking the pain away and-
— giving him the peace he was looking for.
Yes, maybe he could become addicted, but if that is the price for that — yes, he would sacrifice himself for it.
And if Death wants to mess his life up again — well, Blade will see it try.
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