Takes place after Kamino, so they're in their dorms. It is kiribaku... So if you don't like that then that is fine. It is meant to be angst with a happy ending so there's that... Anyways..
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(Kirishima 1st P.O.V)
"C'mon, man!" I yelled as we crossed the sky, soaring high above the raging battle. I called out to my friend, not sure if he could even hear me over the sounds of the fighting. I could faintly see and hear explosions as a figure threw itself up into the air. They got closer and closer, and I could finally recognize the person as they got close enough for me to reach them.
I kept my arm and hand held out like a landing dock for his own to lock onto. It should've been easy, just grab his hand and hold him close. Never let go of him again. It should've been easy, but… it wasn't.
I had him
I had him in my sight
I had him in my grasp and… I let him go.
I let him slip out of my hand, out of my fingers.
I watched as he fell to the ground, no longer soaring through the air, instead, crashing beneath gravity. He slipped out of my grasp and I was not fast enough to grab him again. The screams of, "Kirishima!" grew fainter, and heavier in my heart. I yelled his name back over and over and over again. My voice was growing hoarse, but I kept going. I just got him back, I can't lose him again!
Midoriya said that it would be up to me. Everyone put their trust in me, and I let them down. It's all my fault. I failed the entire class. I failed Midoriya and Iida and Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. Most importantly, I failed Bakugou.
I had one job. One. "Bakugou!" I screamed one more time, ripping up my throat calling for him. I could still do nothing as I kept watch. He was still falling, thousands of miles through the air, time seemed to slow down. I couldn't breathe, I didn't want to. I couldn't see in this black inkiness that surrounded me, choked me, made me feel as if I were dying. The ever-growing pit in my chest only grew heavier as my thoughts rattled around in my head. They drowned me.
'He won't survive it'
'You should have done better'
'And you say that you're his friend. Ha! What a joke!'
'So this was all for nothing?'
'You should be kicked out of the Hero Course'
'He's gone because you weren't fast enough'
'You're weak!'
'Worthless'
'Give up, you've got nothing left!'
'Just stop.'
The league was running up to where he would be landing. If he couldn't've escaped before, there was no way he would be able to now. There was no way he was going to make it out unscathed.
I stared, blanking out, as I watched him finally hit the ground. An explosion of dust and smoke startled me, it scared me. My eyes stung, I fought the urge to shed a tear, forcing myself to keep it together. I couldn't see Bakugou or the league. The dust cloud shielded me from what was probably a horrifying sight. Afraid of what I would see if I kept watching I closed my eyes tight. Blocking out the light, I was fucking terrified out of my mind. What would happen if I opened my eyes? I don't want to know.
I shot up out of my bed, panting in and out, in and out. Uncontrollable breathing, but it was better than the alternative. Frantically I checked my surroundings. Right, left, up, down repeat, until it was clear that I was no longer on the battlefield, but instead in our dorms. In MY dorm, with my Crimson Riot merch on display, with photo's of my friends on a board, with forgotten homework laying on a table, with.
I was safe, he was safe. The soft snores that came to halt beside me proved that. Katsuki abruptly woke up, blinking tiredly as his quiet voice asked, "Ei? Come back down. Please," Words he only whispered to me. He held his arms outstretched wide, an invitation to come and join him in his arms. My breathing slowed down to a stable pace. I breathed in and out slowly, calming my nerves down until they were barely there.
I crawled back into the bed, and back into his arms. I placed my head against his chest and listened to the steady thumping of his heart. One thump. Two thumps. Three. I lost track of my counting as I found peace in his lax hold.
Wrapping my arms around him, holding on like there was no tomorrow. I felt safe, sound, and secure. I knew I was in the hands of someone I cared for, and someone who cared for me. They made everything that happened in Kamino better just by being there with me. On the brink of sleep I heard his voice whisper out, "I love you, Ei."
That was enough for me to have enough trust to close my eyes. No longer scared of what would happen if they were to open again. All 20 of us in class 1-A were safe, all 19 of my classmates would be safe. All 18 of my friends were not going back down without a fight. And the best part.
"I love you too, Kat."
Neither was the love of my life.