#kirishima

Just an idea I had for a story. I'll never write it but it's fun to think about. Anyone is free to use it as inspo.

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Eijirou arrives in the small, forested town of Hoshford after the death of his parents. It's a loss that still feels raw and unreal.

The house he inherits from his mother is old and quiet and far too large for one person alone. At least in his opinion. The forest crowds in close on all sides, with his closest neighbours a good ten minute jog away. The locals warn him about 'things in the woods,' but they say it with that half‑joking, half‑serious tone rural folks use when they’re not sure if they’re really lying or not.

As a dhampir, his senses are sharper than humans, but grief has dulled him for the moment. He chalks the feeling of 'something' being nearby up to nerves, exhaustion, and the new strangeness of being alone.

But the forest isn't only home to birds and mundane beasts.

Deep in the woods, Bakugou lives in a hidden den carved into the earth and lined with uneven bricks of rock. Built in part by his mother as a nest and finished by him for more comfort.

He doesn’t know what he is, exactly. Only that his father had been a human and was long dead. But he does know hunger, territory, and the memory of a harsh mother who left him when he reached 'of age', a concept he barely understood. He knows he’s well into adulthood by human standards, but young for his species, whatever it is. His mother had been centuries old, after all.

He knows he’s strong, fast, and volatile. He knows he’s dangerous. And he knows he’s lonely. Though he won't admit it to himself most of the time. The feeling buried deep and locked away tight.

He’s been watching the new red-eyed, black haired man from the shadows, drawn by something he can’t name. Something that feels warm, and a maddening scent that drew him from his home territory.

There's a group of hunters who aren't local, and certainly aren't friendly. They've been tracking a creature through the forest. Fuelled by rumours of cryptids, and a greed that's come with the rise of social media fame.

They injured it badly. Armed with weapons that smell wrong to Kirishima when he passes them in town: silver, iron, something sour and chemical. And blood, a lot of it. Though it's strange and definitely no type of blood he's come across before.

He hears them asking locals questions about strange sightings. Kirishima’s instincts prickle. He doesn’t like the way they talk about whatever it is like it’s a trophy.

It can't be him, he knows how to hide, how not to draw attention to himself from either human or vampire alike. Hated by both, or so it seems.

One afternoon Kirishima returns home to the metallic scent of blood.

His dhampir senses flare. The trail leads to the side of his house and a broken basement window smeared with dark, vivid orange.

Something's crawled inside. Something injured, and seriously by the amount of blood.

His first reaction is fear, his hunger almost overwhelming him in a way that always made him uncomfortable and slightly sick to his stomach. His second is curiosity. His third, which is the one that wins, is a deep and primal urge to protect whatever's bleeding. He doesn’t know why it feels special or slightly familiar.

He has to face whatever's waiting inside.

He descends the stairs slowly, with a pounding heart and his senses sharp. The basement is dark, cold, and smells of mildew and blood.

Something's curled in the far corner, breathing in hash stutters. He can’t see its face. Only the outline and he swears he can see flickering light at its chest and shoulders, too wrong to be human. Or anything else he's aware of for that matter. Definitely not a wolf, he'd be repelled by the scent.

But this scent… This scent is intoxicating. Pulling at him, and it's not just the blood, orange-red and almost spicy in the way it burns.

He steps closer and the creature growls, rough and guttural as it warns him off. Kirishima should run but he doesn’t. Instead he kneels.

Bakugou lifts his head with his eyes glowing and his body trembling, blood slick on his skin.

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