2 years after they graduated from UA, they finally got together... but before that... 1 year after UA...
It was cold. Really cold, cold enough to send little flurries down from the clouds. And the snow was starting to stick. That's why Kirishima was walking so fast. The show crunched under his boots and his breaths made little puffs in the night sky. The only light was from an occasional street lamp or some broke college student burning the candle at both ends with their lights on. He was shivering. No not shivering, completely, visibly shaking. He reached up with quivering fingers to pull the soft wool of his hat back over his ears, sighing. And even with his fluffy sweater, even with a scarf, hat, and double socks, he was absolutely frigid.
He cast his gaze down, carefully inspecting all the little cracks in the pavement, all the little plants sprouting up from the sidewalk, and oh so many of the rotting leaves. He was walking so fast, he almost didn't see it. But when he did, it terrified him to his very core. A small puddle of blood sat there on the sidewalk.
Kirishima stopped dead in his tracks. He felt his fists clench and harden, although still twitching. "Oh god..." he whispered with another puff of steam and all the horror his brain could handle. Looking down the street, he could see more trails of blood leading around a curb. His whole body stiffened.
Creeping with stiffened and frozen feet, he managed to force himself around the corner, prepared to scream and fight! But only nothing. A few more splatters of blood on the pavement, but this time, leading into an alleyway. He gulped. That blood was fresh. He crept further down the sidewalk, keeping as quiet as possible. He got to the corner of the alleyway. He stiffened his whole body, braced himself, and leapt around the corner.
It wasn't a villain or a murder scene that made him yelp. But rather the horrifying, bloody sight of Bakugo, sprawled on the concrete in the darkness, bleeding out into the ground.
"No..." was all he managed to breathe out before his body moved of its own accord. He was at Bakugo's side in an instant, crouching beside him and calling his name.
Bakugo gave no response, apart from bleeding a little more. Desperate, Kirishima pressed his ear to Bakugo's bare chest, hoping for a heartbeat, which he found. Weak and irregular, but still pulsing with the fire that Kirishima knew and longed for. He recoiled at Bakugo's low and pained moan.
"Oh, thank god..."
Shimmying to his side, Kirishima gently rolled Bakugo's head into his hands to inspect the wound. "Blunt force trauma to the head... gash wounds... what on Earth did this?" he murmured to himself as he tenderly shifted Bakugo around to see the damage.
Bakugo's chest and abdomen were riddled with gashes and slices, some clotted and no longer bleeding, but some...
To see the damage to Bakugo's head, one would think he would be a goner. Right in the center of his forehead, it looked as though someone had beat him with a pipe. Several bruised spots, the size of golf balls and oozing with blood, sat right at the top of his forehead.
Kirishima wanted to cry and vomit at the same time. But he shook his spinning head and regained his composure. With trembling fingers, Kirishima leaned to lift Bakugo into his arms, feeling his shaky breaths on his ear. He sent a ripple through his arms for strength, and, wincing at Bakugo's sharp cry of pain, carried him over to the wall on the left.
Once Bakugo was in a sitting position that was relatively comfortable and kept his gashes from opening again, Kirishima pulled out his phone to call an ambulance.