Shadows loomed from corner to corner, casting a never ending darkness as far as the eye could see.
However, Kirishima could still see, even the hands ahead of him, a darkened figure not so far away either.
It had no colour and remained deadly still upright.

He glanced down and found himself in his hero wear, though it was broken and severely damaged, as if he'd been at war with a fellow Villain.
A gush of warm wind wavered by his face and fell through his hair, averting his sight upward to the figure yet again.
At what he saw alarmed him.
Colour cad ignited.

"... where..."

"Kirishima" spat from its bruised, battered lips, eyes teared to an undesired ache.

As the entity spoke Kirishima felt a shiver run up his spine and a cold sweat secrete from his skin.
The malice look in his lovers eyes shook his heart violently as it screamed silently in utter pent up anxiety.
All while he glared unpleasant messages were portrayed.
Afterall, as Albert Mehrabian theorised, up to 55% of Nonverbal communication is done strictly through expressions, gestures and postures of a being, meaning that possibly (and most likely) he had something much more disturbing in mind.

"B-Bakugou...what's with that look?-" he attempted to chuckle

"You really do piss me off...y'know that?" Bakugou continued, blatantly ignoring Kirishima.

"...W-What do you m-mean? I-I-" as Kirishima stuttered Bakugou's expression only grew darker, dark circles replacing beneath his eyes and a bloody snarl emitting from his lips.

"you are so useless, I can never rely on you for anything" he coldly spoke, standing idolised "especially when I needed and trusted you the most"

While Kirishima made pathetic attempts to reply Bakugou scoffed and glanced away momentarily.

"Whatever...I shouldn't have expected something from a self-righteous man--no--...boy like you..." No sparks left his palms and it appeared that he neither cared to growl with irrigation.

If anything he viewed drained, powerless, a lost boat in a sea of depth choices.
He wore a natural longsleeved white shirt compact with pants to match, giving a somewhat glow to his entire figure from the surrounding abnormal obyss.

Something came over Kirishima.
A strange sensation.
It began with the tightening of his diaphragm, then a twitch of his heartstrings snapping their last tunes, a hint of untimely doom.
His breaths quickened, paused and quickened again, averting his eyes to all angles in the harsh pleads for an exit.
Though his feet wouldn't move, obedient to mere shuffles but nothing more.

Bakugou turned and began walking away, saying "you are not worth my time" in the meantime.

Emerging from the darkness was Toga by Kirishima's side, though didn't seem to acknowledge him.
He jolted instinctively at her soft giggles.

A knife in hand and a drooling need for blood captivated her.

Putting the evolution together Kirishima averted attention back to Bakugou, just as Toga launched forward.

Incapable of pursuing, Kirishima stretched his arm forward, stumbling almost before crying out "Bakugou look out!"

But it was too late.

He knew Toga wouldn't back down, not for anyone.
Not even for a loved one...and most definitely not to obey some other villain for a growing hero's life in find.
The only reason she hadn't killed Shinso was because Tomura needed him alive.

She laughed as she attacked, working in stealth swiftness while guiding the blade up from the lower left quartile of Bakugou's back all the way up to his upper right shoulder.
Burgundy blood splotched towards them as he fell forward silently, shattering his face and her gluttony obsessed smile instantaneously.

Gasping, Kirishima watched as Bakugou's body dropped lifelessly on the floor, exploded, inside out sort of.
Toga smiled and looked back to Kirishima who suddenly dropped to his knees, dumbstruck of what to do.
She laughed again humourously and gently licked the tip of her blade.
She mimicked the deceased ones figure and smiled, though, Kirishima was far too busy gripping to the sharp strands on his hair.
Desperately crying.

"Fuck, F-Fuck, no...no, no, no, no, no! it's a dream!?, this is a dream!" he whimpered "I-IT HAS TO BE!"shaking frantically, he squinted his eyes tightly shut, opening them to the darkness yet again.

He breathed fast.
His heart beated.
His eyes teared.
Only Bakugou layed there Infront of him.
Dead.
Miraculously Kirishima moved, crawling across the floor and embracing the mutilated body.
However, the face remained intact, a peaceful, blinded face staring up blankly with no initial expression to share.
Holding a hand over his mouth Kirishima panted and gripped him tightly, shivering almost.

"Heheha!...what happens next my dear?~" Toga growled from behind, having a taste for sinister murder, making Kirishima's eyes widen and flinch.

He felt as his tendons split as the knife tore through yet another specimen, quartering him senseless.

He screamed loudly, errupting into a spiked chaos within bed, gasping for air.
The floor of cold air hotwired his lungs into mass panicked convulsions.

"H-heha! Ah!" His body clentched and he brought his knees up, holding his head in between them to try and minimize his imploding lungs from shifting painfully.
Unintentionally his quirk had activated and as much as he knew he was awake his scream just wouldn't silence.

The pain was not physical, but bled his very mind hoarse to the extent of unmanly crying.

... Bakugou hates it when people cry.