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His heart pounded. When was the last time this happened? He spent the next couple minutes speeding through the hall, checking each dorm room for his one and only. Eijiro felt horrible for what he said to the blonde. He felt disgusted with himself for even bringing up that. His heart exploded in his chest. His legs moved on their own. He couldn't think straight, nor could he see things without negativity flooding his mind. he couldn't think straight. His body felt weak and limp when he smelled the scent of blood. Blood was what filled the air. Eijiro's mind immediately went to one thing; SUICIDE. His eyes widened as they filled with tears, the bright red dulling to a dark crimson. That's when he let out a loud yell. A word that would alert anyone who had no context. It could mean anything in the dictionary, yet he still screamed it, chanting it while sprinting to his lover's dorm room. "NO. NO. NO. NO NO NO. NO."

A mantra. A song. Everything was wrong in that one light. Even the oxygen he inhaled felt like poison in his chest. His lungs were tight and he couldn't breathe. He couldn't imagine life without his lover. Without Bakugo. That was his issue.

The moment he reached Katsuki's door, he got to pounding. Yelling his name. Yelling for him to answer. Pleading for him to reply. The world froze when the door swung open. It wasn't Bakugo. It was Izuku. "Kirishima..." was all the greenette managed, before tackling him into a tight hug: sobbing and apologizing over and over again. Eijiro knew what this meant. He was gone. Dead. Within the hour the redhead left, Bakugo must've killed himself. The thoughts were too strong for him. He just didn't make it in time. He was too upset with himself for too long. Everything changed the next morning.

The skies were darker. His eyes were dull and puffy from the crying. He talked less. He smiled more. He hurt on the inside with each forced laugh he gave. Everyone saw through it, too. Yet they decided to stay silent. They decided to go with it. The day of his funeral was worse than expected. Kirishima was called up to say a few words, and yet he couldn't even hold himself together. He had Mitsuki comforting him by her side, clutching onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Masaru had to calm them both down, only for him to mourn in silence. Eijiro managed to choke out all the memories they shared. The laughs, the love, the kisses, the late night movie dates. Everything.

Gone within an hour.

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january 02. entry 1

Times were simpler last year. Even if Katsuki and I are together, we have or disagreements. I love him to shards, don't get me wrong. But he can

be a handful. He's really loud sometimes. I guess Mr. Aizawa warned me about loud blondes. I still love him, again, to pieces. I'd die for him in

an instant. He's just so perfect. He's the kind of guy everyone's jealous of !! His smile's amazing, his laugh is adorable and best of all, he's always

really warm, making it absolutely necessary to cuddle in the winter time. When he blushes, he looks like the shade of my hair: and that's bright. Its

super cute every time it happens. He doesn't say he loves me, but I know he does. He doesn't say it, but he'll show me instead of repeating it each

day. Every kiss we share is like heaven, and yesterday's was absolutely breathtaking. Literally. I couldn't breathe after we were done, and that's

a good thing. It means he's a good kisser. An excellent one. And I'll never get tired of his sleepy voice. The way he summons me to bed is so

magical. He won't even say my last name. He'll say ' ' Eijiro, I want to sleep with you tonight. Cmon and tuck me in. ' '

It lures me every single time he says it. It's probably why I just sit on the couch and wait for him to call my name.

I love the way he says my name. He calls me Shima, Ei, Kiri and Ri. He's so cute when he calls me Ri.

I love him.

january 02. entry 1

by eijiro kirishima.

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Midoriya felt horrible for his reckless actions that night. He hadn't realized how much pain he'd cause Eijiro. He thought the redhead didn't care that much, but when the male burst out in tears; the guilt hit him like a tsunami crashing against countless buildings. He didn't think getting rid of Bakugo would damage him that badly. Each day, he decided to check in on him: trying to make up for his screw up. Vengeance didn't matter at this point. His blood boiling around Kacchan didn't matter now. Nothing but Kirishima's happiness mattered now. He felt so guilty for causing this pain to his previously happy friend. Nothing felt worse than breaking someone's heart by doing what you felt was

right.