Warning: slight angst and dirty minded Kirishima ahead
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Hiding was easier said than done when some of your strongest friends were villains, villains who got a head start.

Villains that were unfairly smarter than they would be if they didnt all know eachother as well as they did.

Which they did.

That was exactly the reason that led Kirishima into this embarrasing moment.

---1 hour ealier---

"Jesus fuck, where did those idiots go?" Bakugo growled out quietly to the red haired boy laying on the ground to look through a small hole in the tall building's wall.

"They said that they were going out to look for Tokoyami and the others so the hero teams would be stronger than we would be on our own. Good strategy right?" Kirishima replied, squinting as some structures collasped in the distance.

He clearly heard the blond scoff before he heard ruffling, assuming Bakugo was walking away, his eyes went wide as a new heat joined his side.

"Move over, I want to fucking see too."

Kirishima swallowed and pushed himself off the floor. "Sure," he walked towards the door."I'm going to check if anyone is back yet." Kirishima would have seen the nerved glint in deep red orbs if he didnt leave when he did.

As the heavy door closed behind him, Kirishima let out a deep breathe, calming himself before looking down the dark hallway, a little disappointed that his friends weren't back yet. The red headed man was fine around his explosive crush when the others were with them, but now he doesnt have any distractions. Even though Kirishima knew full well that this was a test that he should be focusing on,ash blond fluffy hair continued to cloud his mind.

Their team had chosen to hide in one of the few skyscrapers,staying on a level just a little less than half way to the top. It seemed like an hour had gone by before his friends went off to find the rest of the hero teams. He knew that they actually just wanted to leave since Bakugo was getting restless, even with the many comments of it being a better idea to hide out until they knew where most of the villains were.

After a few moments of no one showing up, Kirishima sighed and opened the door once more to see Bakugo now standing at one of the pillars, which he clearly didnt remember seeing a crack in before.

"What took you so god damn long, we have shit to do." The man growled at him, the bite in it suprising Kirishima.

Well that's new.

"Calm down, I was just waiting for them," he sighed, adjusting his hero costumes sleeve(made of 100% bf material). "I think they might be caught up in a fight somewhere." Kirishima walked past him and began to lay back on the floor to check out the situations outside. He could feel Bakugo's burning glare on him as he moved. Ignoring the rapid beating of his heart, the red haired man's attention was drawn to a massive dirt cloud coming their way, parts of what he assumed was other buildings flew out of it as though it were a Hurricane.

With wide, terrified eyes Kirishima jumped to his feet faster than he ever had and turned, body hardening on reflex. "Bakugo!" His voice broke as he screamed, reaching out to his confused friend, watching realization cross his face as the wall behind Kirishima shattered, rumble of all sizes hitting him, and he knew it was nothing prepared to come.

Time seemed to slow down as Bakugo reached out too, their bodies colliding as time started up again, screams ricocheting as they fell through the floors, chunks of buidling falling with them.

Kirishima barely remembered yelling at Bakugo to use his explosions to break his fall, he barely remembered turning them so his hardened back faced more than half of the buildings floors that he knew would have crushed Bakugo as though he were nothing but fragile glass.

He could die.

Kirishima barely remembered thinking those words as they crashed, their worlds going black.

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"-Hima."

"-Ishima."

"Kirishima."

Groaning, Kirishima entered consciousness, blinking repeatedly only to see little rays of light, dust and dirt covering his arms and the body beneath him.

"Kirishima?"

Freezing at the voice he recognized immediately, the red head knew something was wrong.

"Bakugo?"

Feeling a slight shift under him, he waited for his vision to adjust so he could see properly. "No shit." The raspy voice rang in Kirishima's ears, but the painful grunt he received cut off any complaints he would have thought of.

"Bakugo?" He could almost cringe at how fearful he sounded.

Super unmanly.

"What, shitty hair." the male growled, softer than he thought he'd ever hear.
"A-are you alright?" This time, he was glad his voice sounded at least steady, unlike his emotions.

"No, your fat ass is fucking heavy. What do you even eat, horses?"

Kirishima let out a laugh, one that he regretted instantly as he inhaled particles. Coughing, he cursed the gross taste and Bakugo's little smirk he caught.
"Anyways, what happened?" He spoke once his coughing fit ended, assuming his friend was awake before him.

"How the hell am I supposed to know, we're in the same position fuck-munch."

Grumbling nonsense, Kirishima decided to observe their surroundings since Bakugo wasn't any help.

Heavy metals and stones from the building were piled up on his back, noting that they must be on the last level since there was some lighting from outside. The same thing was on both sides of him, though he noticed that there were a few openings that would have allowed someone like Mineta through.

Looking down at Bakugo fully, Kirishima almost wished he didnt have a hardening quirk so he could have been crushed.

Welcome to my funeral ladies and gentlemen.

Straddling Bakugo's hips, he could feel the exact lining of his manhood on the curve of his ass and wanted to cry. The ash haired man under him didnt seem to think anything about how close they were, but then again, he isn't the one with the filthy mind.
Kirishima's arms were beside his head, protecting him from the large chunks of broken cement. A few of his fingers were stuck under some rumble, and he started to panic because he knew that his quirk doesn't last long and he doesn't know how long they've been down here.

Any dirty thoughts he might of had vanished as he realized just how much his body hurt and how his hardened skin is beginning to soften. Looking around almost frantically, He noticed that Bakugo's arms were stuck under a giant slash.

That's whats wrong.

"Bakugo?"

He felt the man's eyes on him, hotter than summer at its best.

"My quirk isn't going to last much longer." Kirishima was horrified at the thought of getting them both killed.

"I'm sorry that I didn't move fast enough and got us in this mess-" He choked on a sob and realized too late that his tears were dripping onto the others chest.

"Shut up," Bakugo let out a breathe. "We're not that fucked up because you're obviously strong, dumbass. We're in this mess because someone had a fight too damn close without us, stop blaming yourself for stupid shit."

Kirishima continued to cry as his quirk agonizingly disappeared over the time they were stuck, his muscles had torn trying to keep the massive weight from crushing them, from killing bakugo.

He cried even after they were rescued by the pro heros, and cried harder when he saw how mangled the other's arm was.

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Who likes the fucked up rollercoaster Kirishima's emotions are? He sure as hell doesn't ;)

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Word count: 1302