Kirishima's Perspective
       
        Eijiro stared blankly out of the window in the backseat of his Uber. It was starting to frost up, making it rather hard to see the people outside. He slipped his headphones into his ears and set his playlist on shuffle, enjoying the break in the silence. The driver had tried to start a conversation, but had had given up after a few minutes of not getting a response. Better than some of his drivers, who constantly pestered him about his work, his home, his pets, whatever the hell they could think of. Although... maybe he could've used the conversation. Better than just staring out the window at the approaching winter. Not that it wasn't at least somewhat beautiful.

        There was a fine layer of snow and frost coating everything, thin enough that footprints still showed the damp concrete sidewalk beneath them, ruining the winter-wonderland look. Why the hell was there already snow? It was only mid November. In Kirishima's mind, it shouldn't snow till December first. Then maybe their wouldn't be things like that young couple, maybe twenty-three and twenty-seven years old, who were running through the snow and playing around without a care in the entire motherfucking world from showing up... "look at this, Yuri!" the older, a white haired male with a Russian accent, called out to his black haired boyfriend

"Ei! Look at this!"
"What the hell did you do?"
"I wrote 'fuck you' in the snow, what does it look like?"
"You'll be the death of me-"

He cut off his thoughts before he could think that name. He knew just as well as anyone he shouldn't think of Him... not in this car, at least. Maybe when he was home alone and his dog had been fed. Preferably not at all but... well that clearly wasn't a motherfucking option

Kaminari's Perspective
       
        There was a spider on the ceiling. Kaminari had named him Fred. Fred was... pretty much the only interesting thing about being in this god-forsaken hospital. Other than him, it was an endless loop of tests, results, doctors talking, shitty food... god, he hated this. His leg was sore, his head hurt, he was dizzy... just a normal day!
"Fuck my life" he grumbled, staring up at the ceiling. Fred was busying himself by spinning a web in the corner. Denki pulled out his phone and texted his band's group chat. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, anyways.
Kami: hey fuckers
Jiro: Damnit I thought you were dead
Kami: That's mean T_T
Jiro: that's the point
Sero: don't be so mean to him lololol
Mina: yeah he's in the hospital
Kami: yeah Jiro! I'm hurt! You have to be nice for once
He smiled softly at the texts. He knew fully well that Kyoka didn't mean anything she said over text. In fact, it was fairly likely that she had been the most worried in the band! Well... second most. It would doubtful anyone would ever be more protective of the youngest band member than...
Shinso: I'll be nice to you, Kami
Mina: awww does Shinso have a widdle cwush
Shinso: I'll pay you to never talk like that again
Jiro: seconded
Kami: UwU
Mina: OwO
Shinso: please stop
Sero: lol
Shinso Hitoshi. No matter what he said about getting annoyed at Mina and Kaminari, he was never actually mad at them. Well... never mad at Kami. He'd probably have murdered Mina by now if their weren't any laws... despite that, and his so-called crush, he was still Kaminari's best friend. And the person he trusted the most in the world...
Kirishima's Perspective
       
        The Uber ride lasted for eternity. Eternity apparently being about fifteen minutes, according to Eijiro's watch. Which was seemingly broken. Because there was no way in heaven or hell that the ride had taken any less than forty-five minutes, despite it taking an average of ten. They must've gotten stuck in traffic. Or maybe he just really hated thinking about- his thoughts were interrupted by the barking of a large German Shepard tromping towards him through the nearby heavy patch of snow. Kirishima's face lit up at the sight of his dog
"Crimson!" He patted his upper thighs, signaling to his dog that he wanted to be jumped on. Which Crimson understood all too well, for shortly after he felt fuzzy paws press against his chest "hey buddy!" He rubbed him behind his ears "I missed you, Crimson Riot" he cooed "come on inside, boy. I bet you want food" he pushed his dog off of him and led him into the house

         Eijiro kicked off his wet, muddy shoes and threw his jacket on the floor so he could lose it tomorrow when he needed it and frantically search all over the house to find it because he was too fucking dumb to hang it up. Crimson continued to follow him, nudging against his heels and hands
"One second, buddy" he took off the pair of thin red gloves he wore when it was too cold to not wear any gloves, but too warm for his heavy snow gloves and put them on the table. He never lost those, despite never rarely needing them "okay, I can get you food now" feeding was his least favorite part about having a dog. Not that it was particularly hard to pour kibble into a bowl, nor was it hard to remember to do. No... it was those goddamn puppy-dog eyes every time he tried to stop pouring "I know you're hungry, bud..." he looked at Crimson's eyes, wide with shock and betrayal "I can't feed you anymore..." Crimson whined and nudged the bowl forward with his nose "one more little bit won't hurt" which earned him a loud bark of approval from his dog and a future sigh of exasperation from the vet.

        After feeding Crimson, he slumped down on his worn out leather couch and turned on the tv. This was another part of his daily routine, before he started on his work. Sit on the couch and stare at the wall, while pretending to watch tv. Usually he would try not to think about anything at all during these times. Today, however, his mind wandered back to that boy he'd treated, his new patient... Kaminari, that was his name. He'd reminded him of... Him, in a way. Something about him. He wasn't sure what exactly. Maybe it was the look in his eyes... 'don't try me, I will break your kneecaps'. Although, Kaminari's was certainly a lot more nice looking than His...

(Word count: 1105) hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to write this, I wanted to get the plot all planned out and stuff first. Hopefully the next chapter will be released sooner...

Did you catch the crossover?

And have you guys guessed who Kiri's talking about?

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