Bakugou took Kirishima to an arcade, where he started to loosen up a little. They played tons of different games, from first person shooters to old classics to the dancing game in the middle of the business.
They were there for three hours, just fucking around like old friends. Around eight, Bakugou told him that they had to go. He still had one more activity for the night.
They went for a walk in the nearby park, making their way through the dark pathway for another two hours. They talked a little during that time. Bakugou didn't reveal much through his words, but he replied to the stories Kirishima told about his childhood and his daily life. Halfway through the walk, Kirishima caught Bakugou's hand and the blond didn't make any moves to pull away. His skin was so warm and Kirishima's face flushed to match.
"So this is it?" The redhead said when they reached the entrance to the park again. "This is the end?"
"Well...I've still got to drive you home."
"Right." Kirishima smiled sadly as he followed Bakugou to the bike. After this, the whole thing would be over.
And he still hadn't convinced Bakugou to stay.
This wasn't fair. He had tried his best his whole life to be a good person, to love his friends and give his all, only to be rewarded with a soul mate who didn't even love him.
What had he done wrong?
After telling Bakugou his address, he spent the whole drive choked up and eventually in tears. He savoured every single second he could be curled around Bakugou, moving with him, breathing with him.
By the time he got off the bike, his legs were wobbling and he could barely stand. He took his helmet off and held it out for Bakugou to take. The blond hesitated to take it back.
"Are you crying?"
"No." Kirishima wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve.
"Mina'll kill me if I bring you back crying. You better not be crying."
Kirishima swallowed, tears bubbling up again. "I just..."
"Spit it out, dummy. I don't have all night."
"I just...don't want this to end..." Kirishima's inner dam broke and he started to sob so hard he couldn't hold himself up. Bakugou snatched the helmet from him, setting it to the side and catching Kirishima before he could hit the ground.
"You shouldn't cry over stupid shit." He muttered, voice muffled through the helmet he was wearing. He let Kirishima lean on him as he took it off and set it next to the other one.
"But crying is good for you."
"It shouldn't be." Bakugou pet him on the back stiffly. "I don't really know how to do the whole consoling thing, so could you stop?"
Kirishima found this hilarious fir some reason. He started to laugh softly.
"What?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow.
"You don't have a delicate bone in your body, do you?"
"I broke my arm playing basketball in middle school. That one's kind of delicate..."
Kirishima laughed again. "Emotionally stunted."
"Am not!!"
Kirishima only laughed harder.
"Shut up. I'll kick your ass."
"Hey, I've got some movies in my apartment, if you wanna come in and watch one."
Bakugou looked at his watch, then up at Kirishima's tear stained face.
"Okay fine. I guess I could spare a few hours."