Hidden behind him had been a knife.

Kirishima would spring his device back, clearly confused by the strange glint that reflected back at him. The last thing he thought of was for it to be a dangerous object. "Huh?.."

He then nervously grinned, trying to lift the atmosphere. "Bakug-" Suddenly cut off by the other's part of his lips, his best friend would finally utter something, only for him to flinch back. "I wanna ask you a question."

Kirishima swallowed a lump in his throat. He glanced down at Bakugou's occupied hands, and then locked eyes with a familiar angered pair, which somehow placed a glacial distance between them. His silence urged him on to continue, and the male did exactly that. "...I just need you to answer honestly, so this'll all be over. Tell me... Are you sure you're not interested in [Y/N]?"

Obviously, it seemed evident that he was. Scared of the consequences, he bit down on his tongue, finding that there was a sort of a threatening pressure to this situation.

Reaching up to rub the back of his neck gingerly, he'd look the other way. "..I am.. but, I'll back off of her if that's what you want. Stealing my best friend's crush isn't manly!" A sort of admirable gleam emanated around him.

Certainly, this response wasn't something he expected.

Bakugou lowered his head, as well as his eyes, concentrating silently. His demeanor eased for only a moment, expressing his thoughts by his mutterings. "Knowing that makes me relieved. But still, there's this urge that I can't shake off, no matter what I do..." He moved one of his hands from behind his back, lifting it only to stare at his palm. Silent for quite some time, it was in an instant when his gaze would switch back up to the redhead in front of him.

'Like... you are bound to take her from me.'

Unbeknownst to his thoughts, Kirishima awaited his next words, but instead they hadn't came. And so, with the tousle of his locks, he'd try to ignore the malice seeping from him, figuring that it was simply apart of his paranoia.

A quiet, suppressed laugh escaped the Bakugou's lips. There was an noticeable shift change residing inside of him... a showcase revealing all of his deepest emotions. Bakugou, who was the first to recognize this, turned his head away and then latched tightly around the hidden knife's handle, all while silencing himself briefly. "..This complexity of emotions has been gnawing at the back of my mind for days... All of it..."

"Love."

"Confusion."

"Excitement."

"Envy."

"Lust."

"Hate."

What was he going on about? Of course, there goes the saying that there's only one way to find out, however, with Bakugou's strange behavior, his best friend just couldn't bring himself to ask any questions regarding this situation.

"But now.." He continued, "I think... I can put myself at ease.." With the distance between them enclosing, Kirishima didn't exactly know what was going on, turning his head toward the door accompanied by slight impatience. "Look, man... We're best friends, I'm here to help you. So I think you... should sleep things off, you're talkin' nonse-"

"Stop it... Stop acting like you care!" The other shouted, vibrating angrily resulting in the crack of his voice. Finally settling the anticipation, he'd yank his concealed arm away, revealing the concerning object used as a weapon.

He kept it still in front of him, but the grip he maintained was not enough to prevent his trembling. Kirishima widened his eyes, clearly alarmed and puzzled, moving to shift back against his bed to gain some distance between him. "....Put the knife down, Bakubro. I.. I don't want to fight you..." Tone gentle and soothing, Kirishima attempted to ease him, however it only worsened the other's temper.

"I said shut up!" The other yelled once more, reaching up to clench several locks of hair in the midst of balling up his fist. His teeth teeth grinded together, red eyes widened enough to display his insanity alone. "You say that you're my best friend, and yet..."

"..You didn't seem to notice my confusion.."

Suddenly silent, the redhead found his tongue twisting in knots. There was no way this was real, this was just a prank, right? Either way... Using his quirk would bring alarm to the male, and would also destroy his trust.

Then again, his life was in danger.

Kirishima held out his arm, eyebrows twitching in anxiety while his heart ran on a treadmill. "...Just.. drop the knife, and then we could talk.."

Slow and steady. That's the pace. The quicker he acted, the quicker plans would go into turmoil. Bakugou flinched the knife back, lowering his hand in annoyance. Obviously, he wasn't prone to falling for such trickery.

Then it came into his mind... if he wanted to commit murder, then playing by the right cards was essential. Willfully being obedient wasn't apart of his nature, but for this occasion Bakugou had done so with a hint of reluctance.

With the object next to Bakugou's side, Kirishima grinned nervously, before scooting to the side, allowing him to sit beside him as if nothing's changed between them. But if he had to be honest, he could practically see the ravine that separated their relationship.

After he sat down beside him, he'd eye the knife in his hands, but averted them before he could take notice. "..Do you know what started all of this? Maybe putting an end to the source of your discomfort is what you need to do." Kirishima perked up, "And I can help you! After all, we're bros!"

Bakugou tilted the knife a bit only to stare at his reflection, it wasn't until he finished the long pause in between did he finally part his lips. "You're right. Let's deal with it right now." In just a split second he stood up, eyes settled onto the floor, but then raised back up again once they locked onto the doorknob a few meters away. 

Hesitant, Kirishima followed with small steps, believing that his friend had came to his senses. It was undeniable though, that he was placed right below fear. Quiet, lips pursed, he stilled that racing heart of his, staring ahead.

Just what did he want to deal with anyway?

About to speak, he'd diverge from the silence to question what weighed on his mind, but before he could do so, Bakugou's sharp turn threw him off his balance.

It felt as if everything happened in slow motion. Eyes batting down instinctively as he noticed his abrupt turnabout, Kirishima spotted the object in his hand, lunging blatantly towards his abdomen.

Red orbs dilating, he'd try to take one step backwards, too shocked by the other's traitorous actions to initiate his hardening quirk. By the time realization finally came to light, he was far too late, and inhaled sharply the moment he felt an agonizing pain breach through his stomach. 

Due to the force, it caused the two to stumble backwards, inevitably collapsing against his bed. Who laid on top of him with both legs locked on each of the redhead's sides had been Bakugou. But as soon as they landed, Bakugou found a graze of blood scattered along his cheek, choked out of Kirishima himself. 

Struck with unimaginable pain, he writhed relentlessly, and didn't even get the chance to harden his skin, since the male atop him yanked the blade from his stomach, and then impaled it into deeply again, this time, however, he buried it in his chest. A look of horror coursed over his expression. 

It was as if Bakugou knew what would happen next. He cupped his hand over his mouth to muffle the loud wails of agony uncontrollably escaping his throat. Doing this made Kirishima rise up his hands, subtle tears rolling down his cheeks while attempting to pry away this psychopath's hands.. yet to no avail. After one more jerk of his wrist to bring the knife away, Bakugou would tense up only slightly, watching as Kirishima's hands strayed away from his own in order to fall against the mattress. 

Those terrified eyes that were previously filled with terror became instilled with a cruel, lifeless appearance, while they rolled up gradually, facing up to the ceiling. This was immediately noticed, leading the other who sat victorious to take his hand away and lift it up to his face. "Huh...?" He uttered. 

Admittedly, there was an odd impression of consolation that accompanied these reprehensible actions he committed. "...He's dead?.." Once this came to show, Bakugou's mind curled immediately. 

He wanted to feel it again so badly, that feeling of relief.

Overwhelmed to the point his actions harbored to hesitance, the knife in his hand raised, wasting no time to stab the corpse again. And again. And again. And again. The patterns became relentless. It was shameful to say that the noises of the knife digging past his skin and then ripping out remorselessly was like music to his ears... it nearly outmatched his infatuation over you.

Blood soaked both his sheets and their clothing, let's not exclude his face either. Bakugou, who finally leaned away, panted heavily, trying to regain the lost sanity he never had.

He could hear his heart thumping in his ears, meanwhile the relief he felt a moment ago shattered into pieces. Replacing it was a fear that built up gradually, resulting in his stagger away. 

A sickening sensation ate at his stomach, and in just seconds, he dropped the blood-stained object against the floor. "...He was trying to get into [Y/N]'s head. He.. He got what he deserved for coming between us, I.. couldn't let him sever the bond we spent years building together... Kirishima was a detriment to our relationship, and he knew it."

Bakugou pressed his hand up against his forehead, red eyes remaining widened due to the fear of losing you. Realizing that police investigators and DNA forensics were an thing that could easily put him behind bars, his heart dropped to his stomach. And while he convinced himself not to lose his cool, he in fact; lost it entirely. 

Breathing becoming erratic, he was in a state of panic. Looking over to Kirishima's corpse made things worse in it's own way as well. Keeping his hands still, the thought of you never ceased from his mind... It kept his blood pumping, also causing him to take minutes for him to come to a strong, firm resolve. And this resolve was the very thing that brought the devotion out of him. "Wait... That's right.. [Y/N] awoken feelings in me I kept buried away.." 

After crouching down to lift the knife from the floor slowly, the male used his backhand to smear away the blood against his cheek with delicacy, keeping his gaze lowered. 

"...And if I want [Y/N] to love me by proving to her that I'll do anything for her, then killing is the way to do it."

[Chapter END]