An Eternity Without You {KiriBaku, Soulmate AU}

Chapter 39 •• I'm (s)creamin Discoveries

3RD PERSON POV-

It had been days.

After the tight embrace the class had held Bakugo in, he suddenly pushed them all off, aggressively rubbing his eyes and walking away. He screamed about not needing anyone, a sign of his weakness leading into their minds made Bakugo feel ill as he raced out of the hall, soon caught by officers to go through questioning on Kirishima's abduction. 

The class was transported back to the U.A dorms as soon as the police interrogations were over, telling students to take a week off school for rest and so the teachers had more time to spend on the case.

As the class trailed into the 2A common room, all of them stopped to watch Bakugo immediately begin to walk up the stairs and out of sight, his head hung low in defeat.

"He's taken this the worse, ribbit.." Tsuyu mumbled sadly.

The class only stood in silence as they stared to where the not so explosive teen had disappeared from their sight.

"Of course he did!! He had to stand there and watch Kirishima be taken!!! Helpless and alone, like it was his fault!! HE COULDN'T SAVE HIM!!!" Midoriya screamed to the class as gentle tears slipped from the corner of his eyes and down his freckled cheeks, the students reliving the events of Bakugo's abduction.

How they couldn't save him.

How Midoriya begged everyone to carry out a plan, but even then no one would listen.

If only there had been another student who could have helped, but every student had told him to leave it to the pro's.

Midoriya's eyes flashed with memories, wanting to go save Bakugo. The image of All Might losing the last simmer of one for all on live television as Bakugo was left bloodied and barely alive, no one had come to save him. He had to fight off villains, breaking slowly with each explosion he sent until Endeavor came to the rescue, sweeping his half conscious body off of the scene. Bakugo had shut himself up for days, afraid of the outside world. No one had known what he had been through in order to stand back up and continue with his dream. For no one to ever feel like that again, yet he had watched Kirishima's body disappear before his eyes.

As the students stood in longing, brain numb and eyes watering with their class mate lost, Bakugo was screaming... at least he was trying to.

He climbed the stairs as fast as he could the very second he was out of sight from the class, almost crashing as his knees were wobbly and mind a frenzy mess. He had crashed, reaching into his pocket to unlock the familiar door. He ran into the room and slammed the door shut, sliding down until he was resting against the hard wood, his knees half way pulled to his chest as his hands hovered in front of him as he stared down to them in his frenzied shock. How badly he wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. Only hard heaves and loud sobs as he hyperventilated on the ground, eyes balling and tears never stopping as he stared through blurry eyes to his surroundings. The deep smell of fresh grapefruit mixed with a wood base, such a unique but heavenly smell only made him cry harder as he remembered which room he was in. He had grabbed Kirishima's room key from his luggage at the cabin, crashing into his room and sobbing on the ground.

"I-'m.... I'm s-sorry!! I'm s-sorry Eijiro!!" He loudly cried to the room in front of him, wishing it had been a dream, that he would look up to see the bright smile and gorgeous ruby eyes as they embraced him in a loving hug.

His sobs lasted for hours as he found himself pulling himself into Kirishima's bed, burying himself among the blankets and sheets that still held his scent.

Days gradually passed to weeks.

Kaminari sluggishly pulled himself from his bed, not have slept through the restless night as he peered to the clock on his bedside, 4:38am. With a groan, Kaminari shrugged on an oversized yellow hoodie, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his sweat pant pocket as he left his dorm room. To a place where he knew no one else would be, where he could be alone with his brooding thoughts. The hallways were dark and still as he carefully walked along the carpeted hallways, trailing past multiple rooms as he went. Where was Kirishima? He made it to the elevator as he pushed the very top floor. Was Kirishima okay? How could everyone sit around like nothing had happened? It had already been 2 weeks since the incident and everyone had been creeping over thin ice. Like none of them cared. Kaminari couldn't help but imagine his time back in a cell, dark, grey, dull and disgusting. Kirishima's screaming face and ear piercing cries as he begged for villains to stop, how so much things had happened to the both of them. Was he calm? Collected because of his immortality? Perhaps he had already escaped?