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“Bakugou I’m ready to kick your ass this time.” Uraraka shouts into the gym. Silence greets her. None of Bakugou’s usual rude comments he somehow considered a greeting. She wondered if perhaps she was early for their usual meeting. She glanced at her phone which read 4:05, meaning she was actually late. And it was one thing for her to be late but Bakugou was never late.

She enters the gym. Her eyes trailing over the empty equipment. Her reflection lonely in the mirrors that surrounds the gym. The gym usually evoked feelings of togetherness and strength, but as she stands here alone it seems to be nothing more than an empty crumbling church, waiting for prayers that will never come.

“Bakugou, you in here?” She shouts. Her voice echoes around the room amplifying the aloneness of it all.

“Moonface….” Came a weak voice. “The fuck you doing here?”

Uraraka jolts and turns to see Bakugou slumped along the wall in the back corner. Everything about his disposition was off, it was as if the thunderstorm in him had evaporated into a meek rain storm.

“I’m here to train...like we do every Monday night.”

“You didn’t get my text?”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine. Let’s just reschedule.” He says. Uraraka could clearly tell that he was trying to get rid of her. Lucky, or maybe unlucky, for him she wasn’t going anywhere. She plops herself down right next to him. “The fuck are you doing?” He asks.

“Sitting here till you tell me what’s wrong.” She says as if it’s so simple. Bakugou scoffs and she’s so close she can feel the way his shoulder tenses up, the kinda tense that usually signified someone was going to cry.

“I told you we’ll reschedule. So just leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Uraraka if you don’t fucking —” But he stops mid sentence, the tremble in his voice is subtle but Uraraka can pick up on it. She stretches her hand across the rubber matted floor of the gym till two of her fingers interlock with his. His hands are warm and cold all at the same time. He surprisingly doesn’t retract his hand.

“Bakugou...you can talk to me...I mean if you can talk to anyone...it’s me right?” She tells him hoping to offer some comfort, offer it up like a sacrifice to the gods. He seems so hesitant to accept her offer. A lonely god accustomed to receiving no offerings.

“There’s nothing to fucking talk about.” He retorts, voice harsh like he was buried under something very heavy, debris catching in his throat making it hard to call for help.

“This isn't like you!” She shouts moving so she’s kneeling in front of him. His eyes are rugged and comforting all in the same breath. Uraraka has come to find peace in these eyes. But today she sees something so shatteringly empty about them.

“You don’t know anything about me!”

“Yes I do! I know you! And I can see your upset.”

“I’m upset cause you won’t leave me the fuck alone!” Bakugou growls. He pushes her back and stands up. Uraraka had fought him, really fought him, and she knew that shove was a defensive move not an offensive one.

“Stop hiding whatever it is from me!” She stands and grabs his arms and violently turns him around. But what she saw was more than she bargained for. His eyes were hollow, broken, devastated. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his lips were strained. “Baku...oh Bakugou.” She yanked him into a hug. The weight of his sorrow seemed almost too much to bear and sorrow wasn’t something she could use her quirk on. She couldn’t lighten the load of a burdened heart.

“It’s...it’s my fault!” He shouted to the air, to the gods, to her, to nobody. “All might retired because of me!”

“Bakugou...it’s —”

“I just wanted to be like him! I...I wanted to be the hero….the hero who won. And look what I’ve fucking done! I’ve made All Might lose!” His sobs are heavy and disheveled. Uraraka pulls them both to the ground; his head in her chest and his heart in her hands. “I’m a disgrace! I ruined the pillar that was All Might! What kind of hero can I be now!”

“Bakugou...shush...easy….listen to me.” She holds him so tight, as if he were smoke, slipping away from her. “What happened has nothing to do with you.”

“You don’t know shit.”

“Was it your intention to make All Might retire?”

“No.”

“Was it your intention to get kidnapped?”

“No.”

“Whose intention was it?”

“The...The league of villains, those fucking cocksuckers.”

“So...rationally, mr. calm and logical, whose fault is it?”

“I...theirs.” He says in a defeated tone. Uraraka trails fragile hands along the curves of Bakugou’s face wiping away any semblance of tears.

“No one is perfect, not even All Might, people lose sometimes.”