Third P.O.V.

Katsuki had grown accustomed to waking up next to Kirishima. Maybe it was the way their chests dipped in unison, or how Kirishima fitted perfectly in his arms. There was something so comforting about his presence, as if there was no way for anything bad to happen.

Which is probably why he freaked out when he didn't feel any head on his chest and his legs weren't tangled with someone else's.

"Kiri?" he mumbled, stretching a bit but stopped suddenly.

Those few seconds of pure oblivion only made the dawn of the realization even harder. He rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door open. The moment he saw his love crouched on the floor, barely breathing (probably caused by the crying), he rushed to him, crouching in front of him. The moment Kirishima looked up at him, with his eyes full of tears and with a certain sadness and regret in them, he felt his heart break.

"Bakugou! I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up." Kirishima said, wiping his tears, as he looked at Katsuki. "I didn't want you to see me cry. It's not-"

"I fucking swear, if you finish that sentence with manly I will blow you up." Even though this was supposed to be a threat, Bakugou whispered it, pulling Kirishima forward, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other around his neck and shoulders.

"But I shouldn't. I, I can't. I have to be strong for everyone else! I can't-"

Bakugou pulled back, looking at Kirishima's face, cupping his face in his hands.. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy and the tear marks were clear on his cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb.

"Shitty hair? Look at me."

He still kept his gaze on the floor, not wanting to meet his boyfriend's eyes.

"Ei...? Please?"

Kirishima gulped and nodded, meeting Bakugou's crimson red eyes, that were filled with concern and sadness.

"I don't fucking get why you're thinking like this. It's fucking normal, you shouldn't hold yourself to different standards than anyone else. Do you want pink face or eyebags to think like that? No!"

Kirishima gave a ghost of a smile, leaning into Bakugou's hand. It was one the many nonverbal signs they had made through the two years they had been together. This one meant : 'kiss me'.

And that's exactly what Bakugou did. He pulled Kirishima's face forward, connecting their lips. With no hesitation, Eijirou threw his hands on Bakugou's shoulders and neck, bringing him as close as possible. They pulled back and Kirishima connected their foreheads.

"Thank you for staying with me last night."

Bakugou tch-ed, scooping Eijirou up bridal style. The red haired boy yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping his arms around his boyfriends neck, pressing his head on the crook of his shoulder and neck. He placed them both into bed, resuming their position : Kirishima's head on his chest, hugging him, legs tangled.

Katsuki made small circles with his thumb on his back, a habit he had formed before an important discussion, plus, Kirishima found it calming. The blonde breathed in and out before asking :

"What are your favorite memories with him?"

Kirishima sniffed, hugging Bakugou tighter. There was a moment of silence.

"It's fine. I wont forc-"

"There was this one time when we went to get food for the squad. We got to the store and De-"

Kirishima's voice cracked, unable to say the name. He started sobbing, burying his head as deep as he could. Bakugou moved them so they were sitting up, Eijirou in his lap, facing him. Bakugou wrapped an arm around his waist, another on the back of his head.

"It's been a week! I should be able to-"

Bakugou cut him off, kissing him aggressively. Their lips moved in unison, both of them now tasting salty tears. They pulled back when they had no air, but immediately diving back into the soft haven of the other's lips. They pulled away the second time, breathing heavily, clinging onto each other as if their life depended on it.

"Don't you fucking dare say that. Everyone handles grief in their own way. Other people would still be in the shock we all were a week ago. You handled it so fucking well." he whispered, his voice hoarse, now obvious he was trying to hold back his pain. He placed a kiss on his forehead, Eijirou replying with two kisses right below his eyes, kissing away the fresh tears.

The boy whispered a : "Thank you", laying them back down. Kirishima combed his hand through his love's hair, as they stared at the ceiling.

"Will it ever be the same?"

Silence.

"No."