✂ for kemani 😁👍🏾 take him OUT!
❛ i know you’re going to comeback , dipshit. i’ve seen it before. ... i believe(d) you. ❜ blank scarlet eyes stare into his broken features as blood covers both of their canvases. they both had agreed to let katsuki see kemani rebirth into anew. it was something that he had always been curious about. it was like a faded dream that remain in the the back of his mind: like a lost dream he never truly wanted to forget. but what would the traumatized boy want to remember? bakugou then crouches to the boy’s dead boy and just stares. it feels like he is awaiting for the gods to finally come down this horrible placed called earth: maybe earth was the real hell after all. ❛ is it like you pissin’ or some shit? can i not look? bein’ a pussy? ❜ maybe not so harsh question / playful almost / which doesn’t mirrors his harsh attacks. the way he choked him while his explosions went off before he smashed his head in was a new experience , for the both of them he thinks. fingers close his open eyes to maybe make him feel better about the massacre that only had happened a few moments ago. it’s hard to believe his hands can do anything that could be considered blessed: even for him. bakugou sits there for about another 30 minutes before he speaks once more , the whole time his eyes never leave the corpse. ❛ we’re different , obviously. but we both have rage as our core. ❜ he admits out loud as in a way to maybe lure kemani like a fish on a hook. ❛ you’re being annoyin’ [ even in death ] right now. you can kill me when you come back. ❜ but what if he doesn’t come back? grazes bakugou’s mind like shears would on toa sheep and it pains him , like if the shear had cut his skin instead of his wool..
