Saturday was spent in his room, pacing, psyching himself out. Bakugou was terrified. He didn't know where he would be this time tomorrow, but he suspected that the answer might be the morgue. Did he want to die? Absolutely not. But he didn't want Kirishima hurt even more than this.
He could hear him a few rooms away, shuffling, watching TV, doing who knew what, and he wanted to go over there so badly.
But he couldn't. Not yet. If he saw Kirishima now, he knew he would chicken out. He had to wait until later.
Kirishima left the room a few times throughout the day, once to use the phone. Bakugou couldn't hear what he was saying from his room, but the conversation was serious and drug on for an hour.
When darkness came and the time to leave approached, Bakugou decided that this was the right time. He slipped out of his room and shuffled toward Kirishima's.
Without bothering to knock, Bakugou slipped inside, turning on the light. Kirishima sat up, eyes wide with terror and knife in his hand.
"Woah! It's just me!" Bakugou said, holding his hands up. Did Kirishima seriously sleep with a knife now? Had the gang vandals messed him up that badly?
"What do you want, Bakugou?" Kirishima put the knife back under his pillow, crossing his arms.
"I need to talk to you."
"At eleven in the night?"
Bakugou nodded. "It's important."
Kirishima didn't speak, but he didn't shove Bakugou out either. He didn't even object when Bakugou sat beside him, body turned to face him.
"I have to go somewhere tonight and if I'm not back in the morning, there are two envelopes on my bed. One is for my parents, and one is for you." Bakugou stopped to take a breath, "and I'm sorry for being such a bad friend. I've never had anybody in my life like you and I don't know how to deal with all these new feelings. That's why I have to break it off. I don't want to put you through all this."
Kirishima swallowed, tears forming in his eyes, and Bakugou realized how truly talented he was at masking his emotions. Who knew how many awful things Bakugou had said to hurt him, awful things that he hadn't noticed because Kirishima had laughed or smiled or brushed it off. He was nothing but toxic to his friend.
"You don't deserve to hurt like this."
When Kirishima finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost shameful.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Leaving?"
"I'm going back to the shop tomorrow. Taishiro is coming back, so..."
"Will you be safe?"
"Of course. Yeah." Kirishima shrugged. "I just can't stay here anymore with...you know..."
"Me being such a dick?"
"You haven't really spoken to me in a week. I just feel really awkward here."
"I'm really sorry about that. I'll miss you."
"Well, you can always visit..."
Only if he didn't die.
"Yeah. You're right." Bakugou still felt like he needed to say more. Now was his chance, his last one.
"Eijirou..."
"Yeah?"
"I really liked being your friend."
"Me too."
"I think...I'm falling in love with you..."
Kirishima blinked. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Bakugou...Katsuki...I don't know what to say to that. You haven't talked to me in a week and then you just decide that you love me. I need to process it."
"I said I THINK I love you. I don't even know if I do. It's probably just because I've never had a friend before." Bakugou wiped at his eyes, realizing that he had been crying. "I'm so confused, Eijirou."
"I think you should figure it out and get back to me about it." Kirishima put a hand on top of Bakugou's knee.
He didn't have time to figure it out, though. This was his only shot.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Kirishima's, letting his mind shut down. He was hesitant with the kiss, not knowing what to do, exactly, and more worried about how Kirishima would react.
The redhead didn't pull away, but he didn't return the kiss either. When Bakugou sat back, he didn't say anything.
Was he mad? Had he liked the kiss? Bakugou found himself more confused than he had been before he had done that.
"I have to go now." He whispered, stumbling out of the bed and across the room, when he turned back one last time, it was to see Kirishima with his fingers pressed to his lips.
He wanted to go back, to pull Kirishima into his arms and never let him go. It was all clear to him now. He wanted to be with this guy, to protect him for the rest of their lives.
"Goodbye, Eijirou." He whispered, slipping out of the room.
He still had one chance to make this desire come true, and he was now more determined than ever for it to happen.
He had to win this challenge, for himself, but especially for him.
He wouldn't be leaving Kirishima alone like this.
Never again.