My head hurt, there were blue flames rising, but I still ran towards them, I heard familiar grunts and yells. The voice was so implanted in my head that I would recognise it even under water, there in the clearing in front of me was bakugo, his head was gushing with a wet crimson. A dark misty figure stood behind him, kurogiri, he was controlling the warp gates that were next to an ash blonde girl, with messy buns and a man with a burnt-up face being barley held together by pins and piercings. Laying around bakugo and me were the bloodied bodies of our classmates, midoriya, shoji, tsyu, ururaka, tokoyami and Todoroki. They weren't breathing.
Crap…I didn't know what to do, my head was spinning, that when I noticed the villains begin to retreat, bakugo in hand. I ran to grab him, arm outstretched, I think he's unconscious…, I began to wonder how I would get him to safety and protect the others. if there even alive and can be protected. I shook off the negative thoughts… focus… focus… focus! I began to grasp bakugo's hand, when his head snapped up, his usually bright red, bloodlust filled, eyes were dull and lifeless.
His usually loud and tempered voice was quiet and bleak, but hurt more than it ever had before "kirishima…" one of the rare times the blonde had called me by my name sent my heart down into my stomach, "you failed… there dead, you didn't come… I refuse to allow such a weak… pathetic… excuse for a man… a hero… and a friend to save me… I would rather die than let your pathetic hands be the one's that save me" his words hurt, they hit every insecurity I had, they came from someone that I admired and I… I tried to speak, to argue, to tell him I was a wall, I would protect everyone behind it, but my words wouldn't come out.
Speak dammit! the villains backed out into the warp gate. My legs were frozen by bakugo's words still, I'm pathetic, god dammit. I began to cry as I watched the villains take him away, Knowing I was to weak to save him, knowing nothing had changed since middle school. I didn't deserve to save him. I didn't deserve to be a hero, a man or his friend… the only noise that could escape my throat was a muffled sob, that was suppose to translate to please don't leave me…

Kirishima woke up in a cold sweat, remnants of the terrible nightmare still fresh in his mind, bakugo's voice, his eyes and the bloodied bodies everywhere. It felt so… real. He could taste smoke and still feel the sting of fresh tears on his face. Oh. Apparently, he had been crying in his sleep, hopefully nobody heard, thankfully he was a quiet crier, he did have a lot of practice at hiding his tears any way.
In a way it was real, it had been a couple of months since the league of villains had attacked there training camp, and stolen bakugo, the only difference between his dream and reality was the fact that kirishima had been in his remedial class, not been able to leave and didn't see any of the actual villains or the kidnapping, ok so, a lot of differences. He only knew what the villains looked like based off the descriptions from midoriya and the prior knowledge on kurogiri, from the USJ attack. The attack were he and bakugo had started their friendship. If I can even call it a friendship… he just tolerates my pathetic ass! Kirishima was beginning to fall into a pit of self-despair and pity.
Just like middle school, so fucking pathetic. Kirishima was beginning to feel that pit in his stomach, that ached and made him feel violently sick. He knew what he had to do to get rid of it, to make him feel safe and whole again. But he had promised himself he would be different in high school, he wouldn't do such stupid things, he would be a hero and heroes didn't…don't even think the word, he commanded of himself, fighting every bone in his body as it longed for the relief that he knew all to well. He still had the stuff he needed despite the promise he made. No. It was there as a reminder of what he was, not what he would become, a man and a hero, they did not need those sorts of childish reliefs. He did not need it. Kirishima sank back in his bed, the aching still there and hurting more and more by the minute. He knew it would be futile to go back to bed, there was no way he would be able to sleep. It didn't help that they were now in the dormitory system, or that bakugo lived right next door. But he had to at least pretend to sleep. I'm fine… tomorrow will be great, it will all blow over and I'll be completely fine again. He told himself, but the pain in his stomach and the involuntary tears he shed said otherwise.

The next morning kirishima woke up, he was exhausted from crying all night and had dark circles under his eyes.
He lugged himself out of bed and over to the bathroom grabbing his uniform on the way, "crap…" he said poking at the very visible bags and staring at the darkening roots of his hairline. He did the best he could to hide the bags with the little makeup ashido had left in his dorm and the roots would have to wait till the weekend. He put his clothes on, messing up his tie and ran down to the common room, spiking his hair as he went and grabbed a granola bar to munch on for breakfast.
"um… kiri you know it's Saturday, right?" kirishima's close friend denki pointed out, obviously confused by the school attire.
"crap! It is... I thought I was late?" kirishima began to walk back to his dorm,
"where you going man?" denki called out obviously highly confused, by his red-haired friend's odd behaviour.
"I'm catching some more sleep. Ugh," kirishima groaned, obviously exasperated.
I really don't need this today.

Creators note

This is my first angsty fanfic and my second fanfic (the other one is still being written) and thank you to my proof reader genzo. (apparently you can't start a sentence with a lower-case letter, ugh)