kirishima, darlin' you're my best friend

eijirou kirishima was the hand on his, pulling him out of his deepest darkest times. eijirou kirishima was the arm on his shoulders, grounding him. eijirou kirishima was the song he never wanted to sing. eijirou kirishima was the eyes he fell for, so bright and hopeful. eijirou kirishima was the red in his eyes, in his hair, in his everything. all bakugou saw was red, not brash or angry but soft like a sunset. eijirou kirishima was the warmth in a cold winter night in their shared tent. eijirou kirishima was the movie he wanted to star in, be the love interest in. eijirou kirishima was everything he wanted to be, and everything he wanted to be with. eijirou kirishima was the best friend he wasn't supposed to fall for.

katsuki bakugou was the stars in the sky, burning and shining so brightly. katsuki bakugou was loud, but not in a bad way he was loud in the way that a mall was loud. katsuki bakugou was the embodiment of victory, he was what everyone wanted to be. katsuki bakugou was memorable. katsuki bakugou was the knife brough to a gun fight, unpredictable. katsuki bakugou was a drug eijirou never wanted to stop taking, he was addictive. katsuki bakugou was not perfect, and that's why eijirou kirishima loved him.