"Damn idiot..." Bakugou sneered, glaring at the television screen in the lounge.

He'd been mumbling for the last hour about the guy, over and over again of how reckless the student had been. Kaminari, Tokoyami, Tenya, Sero and Todoroki where all just watching him pout, the others had gone to bed, tired of the constant growling and sudden sparks erupting from the angered boys palms.

"...if you're that worried about him why don't you go visit his dorm room?.." Kaminari squeaked, hiding behind an unfazed Tenya watching observantly.

"Indeed, Aizawa returned him not too long ago, I'm surprised you didn't go then" Tokoyami stated

"Shut up! I don't need to listen to you all!" Bakugou yelled from what felt like the jaws of hell. "But maybe I will!"

He stood up straight after, the echo still lingering.
Where he once sat was doused with sweat from the heat propelling from him, the sneering fear that cunt brought him made him sick.

"Better yet I think I'll kill em!" He added, storming off down the hall, physical steam wavering behind like a forced stragler.

"...well at least he isn't running" Tenya smiled

"That's what you think" Kaminari whined before a several footsteps pounded from upstairs against the floor.

He was indeed running, but not all out of anger, more of concern for his fellow student.
Kirishima.
That red head ran straight into Bakugou's attack, foolish, disrespectful, unacceptable!
Never the less, it still was his special attack, that high of concentration left his friend severely immobilised upon the battlefield...
Aizawa was even so concerned at the burns that he stopped the lesson for the day and carried Kirishima to the nurse himself.
...what if he's not wanted?..want if Kirishima doesn't like him anymore? Or admire him?

"I'm all good c-coach, honest" he smiled painfully, half managing to stay conscious.

Bakugou was frozen watching, in pure shock of what he'd done.
Sure, he's hurt many people, almost crippled them.
But to still see the forgiveness so obvious within his eyes that not even Madoriya showed...it scared him.

They made eye contact and Bakugou looked away in reflex of guilt, trembling though trying to hide it.
Kirishima childishly laughed it off before falling into a silent slumber, his defence fallen.

He was, at that time tackling koda, but was going far too rough with the naturist.
That is probably why Kirishima leap in the way to prevent the boy who had basically no defence, none that could save him from that sort of attack anyway from annihilation.
It wasn't slow like movies make these pivotal movements out to be, it was fast, Stirn, a whiplashed effect that was over within an instant.
All Kirishima had was a hard body and a painful heart beating.

And he still smiled.

It reminded him of All Might and how it was his fault, his doings that unfolded the hero.
He slowed down to a slow walk, watching the floor.

Kirishima saved a life risking his own against him...in All Mights illusion that would make Bakugou the villain.

He shook his head.

"No, I am not a villain!" He told himself

Was he sure?
Did he believe that?
Truly?
No.

The need to hit something proved that, that growing hate for himself, and that sickening feeling.
It tasted bitter.
He stopped in the halls for a moment, glancing from door to door.
Which room was his?
Why had he forgotten?
Does he deserve to know?
Maybe it's God preventing harm amongst his child, beating this one senseless of his surroundings.
It turned unnaturally dark, darker than what Bakugou had noticed.
If he was a hero...a true, valiant hero who brings hope to all...why did the real villains want HIM.
They would not waste their time on a hero they believed unqualified, a child they see as unmouldable.

He felt like burning the very skin from his arms, destroy the sweat glands and reduce his power forever.
Muzzle himself, tie himself to a brick wall and scream as loud as he could.
This growing intuition become more apparent as he looked to his burnt hands.
What had he become?...

"Bakugou...are you okay?"

The question startled him as the voice came from behind.

"Huh? What? I'm fine!" He snapped, looking back to see who it was.

He backed up almost instantly, a gut breaking pain sustaining him.
H-He...he's up.

"Kirishima... y-you're up!?" He growled

The redhead winced at the yell, holding a glass of cold water within his bandaged hands.
Other than shorts he was only wearing a gym t-shirt, stained with what seemed like blood but was far too dim to be made official.

"Yes?" He chuckled

Sustaining a blow to the head upon impacting the battlefield floor it had left a slight scratch hidden within his hair, resulting in a patch of his hair having to be tied down by the white fabric.
Bruises and burns peeked from their wounds and spat warmth venomously.
The skin was still stained red yet had obviously been washed at.

"I thought you would be in bed! You're hurt!" Bakugou yelled

Kirishima only giggled and rubbed the back of his head, only to end up wincing yet again.

"Heh, sorry" he smiled before placing his hands on his waist.

"But don't flatter yourself Bakugou, you're attack wasn't all that special, look, I'm still up and walking" he chuckled before limping past his friend.

"I'm guessing you came to visit me?" He added "tag along or follow, either shows that you care about me"

That smile...gr.

"Hmph, like fuck, I only came to see how much damage I did" Bakugou replied, walking alongside him.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say"

They walked a short distance to Kirishima's quarter, a signs on the side reading 'no not disturb'.
If Bakugou had seen that without the presence of Kirishima he would have no doubt given up and went to bed, faking the next morning on how he proudly strode into that room only to see the weakling sleeping.

Because in all honesty...he was afraid.... afraid to what he'd done.

As Kirishima treaded in Bakugou immediately felt unwanted.
It had been turned into a temporary aid room, medication and new selection of bandages everywhere for Kirishima to use whenever necessary.

"Sorry about the mess" he chuckled

"Don't Fucking say you're sorry to me, you're starting to sound like Deku"

From what was meant to be an insult only made the red head laugh sweetly.

The weights looked to have been untouched and a few boxes still remained to be packed away.

"How can he be so calm?!" Bakugou thought to himself.

"So, what now?" Kirishima Chuckled "I'm not used to visits"

The boy stayed silent, too lost within his mind.

"Bakugou, you still there?"

He growled.
"WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
Bakugou snapped rather suddenly.

"W-woah, woah, okay, you're annoyed" Kirishima tried to laugh.

However, this was no laughing matter for the blonde haired bomb only glared devilishly.
Kirishima forced up a smile and turned away to a box resting by the wall on his desk.
He began rummaging through.

"I uhm...got some comics you can look through if you like-"

He was interrupted as Bakugou slammed his hand on the wall by his head, a sudden breath wavering against his neck too.
Several pants followed as if the raged beast was trying to say something.
Kirishima slowly turned and looked upon his friend who's eyes had turned sharp and stale, bleached with bitter hate.

"I don't want your Fucking comics" was all that thundered from his mouth.

The pupils of his eyes stared into Kirishima's widened ones and teared.

"I-" his hand crumpled to a fist against the wall. "I want that smile to go away"

Kirishima held his breath, watching.

"You don't have to hide it Kirishima...I've seen it beforehand so many damn times that-...you don't have to smile for me" he mumbled just loud enough for the injured soul to hear.

He spoke the truth, Kirishima didn't have to hide anything, he could scream at Bakugou and gain no criticism what so ever. He had the right to even hit Bakugou back if he really wished.
But let's just say that wasn't the hero way.

Before Kirishima could reply Bakugou continued.

"I get it, I hurt you, yell at me damn it! Yell! G-Give me something to respond to!"

The tears became obvious as they stammered his voice.

"B-Bakugou i-"

"LET ME FINISH!" Bakugou screamed.

Kirishima flinched and strayed silent, shaking where he stood while watching Bakugou closely.
He noticed the tears and the vacant expression of guilt.

"I...I like you okay! You're one of the only damn brats in this place that I care about! And you leapt in front of my attack! What if I had killed you?!"

Kirishima looked away, wincing, ready to respond before having his jaw seized and forced yet again to look upon Bakugou.
His hands stayed glued to the wall, trembling at the forced hold.

They stared at one another, a set of eyes full of fear driven hate and another uncertainty.

Not a sound other than their breathing could be heard within the dark room, the occasion gush of wind roaring outside and brushing into the trees.

"Well...what have you got to say for yourself?!" Bakugou snapped

Although he was terrified, purely and most definitely unsure of what course of action to take he let up a smile and decided to do what he always does to deal with the hotheaded boy.
Joke.

"Oh please, you sound like my father" he laughed

Bakugou jolted and lost concentration, temporarily dropping his guard and letting out a chuckle.
He quickly composed himself.

"What, you think this is a joke?" He growled

"Very much" Kirishima smiled "I would half think you love me" he added before laughing softly.

Unlike his predictions Bakugou didn't laugh back, only seemed to glance away and bite at his lip.
A tear dropped from his jaw and he gasped before choking up his next words.

"...W-What...what if I do?"

Kirishima's eyes widened and his chest heaved, sweat brewing amongst his forehead.

"L-Love me? B-Bakugou are you s-sure-I...in more than a friend way?" He questioned, getting all flustered.

For the first time he was witnessing a new side to his friend, the isolation and solitude of his passion was hidden so well Kirishima had never expected these words to leave his lips.

"Y-Yeah..." He replied, maneuvering his hand to stroke away from Kirishima's jaw and up behind his ear to fiddle gently with the red hairs restraints.

Kirishima cautiously placed his hand over the aggressor's and softened his head into his palm, glancing away from the obsessive stare.
His heart was racing and his legs were trembling.
This confession, how was he meant to reply to such sudden Intel.

"I-I don't know B-Bakugou" he stammered before suddenly being put face to face with him, their lips inches apart, chapped and dry, biting for this luxurious release.

"I think you do know" he panted in response, his eyes hanging weak as they glanced at Kirishima's tender collarbone.

Without hesitation he placed his lips on it, kissing against it softly while Kirishima jolted and yelped out in alarm.

"N-No Bakugou" he gripped his blonde hair "Y-You don't understand, I can't" he moaned "do t-this i-"

He was interrupted as Bakugou looked up into his friends eyes with an expression that scratched against his heart.
His words choked up and he teared abruptly.

"...c-can you...leave me alone please" Kirishima trembled, feeling up his arm.

Bakugou paused and recognised what he'd done, stammering to bring forth an apology or comfort.

"Just leave me alone!" Kirishima ordered much louder than he intended.

Flinching away Bakugou's fists clenched.

"H-Hm" Kirishima mumbled

"Fine, I'll leave you alone" Bakugou stated firmly, on the brink of tears while heading towards the door "you could have just told me to leave in the first place!"

"N-No Bakugou I just...I'm not sure...just give me time alright?" Kirishima tried to smile, running to Bakugou and placing a loving hand on his back.

"Sure, whatever" Bakugou replied, honestly just wanting to leave to tend to his bleeding, aching heart thumping in his chest.

It proved to him that he was alive, that this, what he had done was real...and it killed him inside.
The rejection so obsolete it crushed his very soul as he left down the hall, treading weakly, breathing heavily.

Kirishima closed the door and slid down it pathetically, sorrowful almost.
But what he was doing was for the best... Bakugou wouldn't understand what he's going through...right?
He sighed and squirted his eyes shut, resting his head back on the wood and bringing his knees close to his chest.

"It's alright" he thought to himself "he'll get over it...I hope"