#second one!

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“Ei? It’s me, open the doors.”

Usually when Kirishima was crying, Bakugou’s presence could work wonders when it came to calming him down. But this time was different. This time, when Kirishima heard Bakugou knocking on his doors, he prayed he’d rather stay out of this and let him be alone for once.

“Eijirou! Don’t think you can fool me, I know you’re in there! I’m hearing you crying your guts out! Just fucking let me in, damn!”

Deep down, Kirishima knew that once Bakugou settled on something, he would rather die than give up on it. That’s just who he was. That’s why he wasn’t surprised at all to hear the gentle knocking soon turning into violent slamming as his boyfriend was quickly getting irritated.

“Shitty Hair! If you won’t let me in, I’m kicking those doors out! Don’t think I won’t fucking do that!”

Kirishima didn’t even have enough time to react as he heard a loud THUD and the next thing he witnessed was a visibly pissed Bakugou right in front of him.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“I should be the one to ask you the damn question! Do you even know how fucking scared I was after you left like this, locked yourself up and didn’t even give me a single fucking answer? Do you?!“

As Bakugou continued yelling, Kirishima felt a sudden wave of anger hitting him unexpectedly. Strong enough to make it easier for him to restrain himself from crying. He wiped his tears off quickly and sniffed loudly as he gave Bakugou an angry look.

“What else was I supposed to do after you made a scene?” said Kirishima, doing his best trying to sound rough despite being visibly shaken. “I told you to stay out of this but you just don’t listen. Like, ever. You’re not making it easier for me.”

“Of course I don’t! I am not going to listen to bullshit. Who the fuck do you think I am, Eijirou? Did you really expect me to just- put up with those bastards deciding you don’t belong in the fucking school anymore? You’d have to be one hell of a fucking idiot to think that I’d let go of you even for a second.”

Now that Bakugou said it, Kirishima felt like there’s way more tears coming. Fuck, he really was doing the worst job trying to supress them. One thing he wanted more than anything right now was to be wrapped in Katsuki’s arms and just forget about everything. But he knew he couldn’t, because then all the effort he has already put in distancing himself would be for nothing. He turned back at Bakugou, keeping his head down and rubbing his shoulders in attempt to calm himself down.

“You should let go of me for good. I told you. Leave me alone and let me pack my things. I’m being serious.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, ready to fight back. He sure as fuck wasn’t leaving. At least not with such a weak attempt to make him do so.

“Oh, really? I don’t think you’re being serious at all, turning your back at me like this. You really want me to go? Then you’ll have to try fucking harder. You want me to leave you? To give up on you just like you gave up on yourself? If that’s what you really want, then go ahead! Tell that to my fucking face. Tell me I don’t mean shit to you anymore, tell me to go fuck myself. Only then I can take you seriously.”

The only response that Bakugou received was silence, interrupted only with Kirishima’s loud sniffing. He honestly expected that to happen, but it still felt awful. Bakugou hated silence, it felt far worse and difficult to handle than the fight. He’d honestly rather have Kirishima yell at him. He began to hate himself for pushing his boyfriend to the level when he was lost for words.

“Shit, I knew you wouldn’t. That’s because it’s not what you want, is it?”

Bakugou inhaled deeply and let out a heavy sigh, as he approached Kirishima and put his hand on his arm, gently.

“I’ve made my point. Your turn. Why are you trying to push me away? Why are you trying so hard to distance yourself from me, Eijirou? Just tell me.”

Even despite his irritation, Bakugou’s voice surprisingly became calm. A lot quieter, softer. And…sad? Fuck. Kirishima could fight Bakugou’s anger in every form, he knew he could. But he absolutely couldn’t stand a chance against the hint of hurt in Bakugou’s voice, nor againts the gentle gesture. That’s when he lost it. He turned back again, to face him, to let their eyes meet, not even trying to fight flowing tears anymore. He was a mess.

“Fine! It’s just- I can’t let you throw your life out because of me! I can’t!”

“What? What are you even saying-”

“No, listen, the moment I knew i have to leave, I knew you would want to follow me- and I knew I would never forgive myself if you did. Being here is like your life goal, your determination to be a number one hero is what drives you. It’s remarkable. How could I be the one to take it away from you? How could I ever be ok with this?”

As soon as he spoke out, Kirishima felt Bakugou’s arms wrapping around him instantly, pulling him closer and holding him tight. He embarced him back, clinged to him for life, burying his face in Bakugou’s chest. They stayed like this for a while, as Kirishima was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Fuck, Ei…” Bakugou muttered under his breath. He was rubbing Kirishima’s back to help him calm down.  “Is that what’s troubling you right now? Me?…shit. Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry I yelled, ok? For fuck’s sake, why weren’t you honest with me from the beginning?”

“I- I was just trying to do what I thought would be best for you.” Kirishima mumbled into Bakugou’s chest. Now that he said that out loud, it sounded kind of stupid and he felt embarassed. This didn’t sound right and Kirishima couldn’t believe it took him so long to realize how badly he could hurt not only Bakugou but also himself with pushing him away.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eijirou.” said Bakugou, softly and lovingly. “I know what’s best for me. Being with you, that’s what. Nothing else besides that really matters. I can’t fucking live without you, and I will repeat myself as many times as you need to hear this. So maybe it finally gets through to your dumb brain.”

“Fuck, Katsuki… I love you so goddamn much- b ut-”

“No buts, that cuts it, dumbass. You love me, and I love you, we’ve got that covered. What else are you supposed to worry about?”

“I don’t know, everything? What are we going to do, where are we supposed to go? What about Ground Zero the number one hero?”

“Huh? What about it? Am I not making myself clear? Ground Zero doesn’t fucking exist without Red Riot.”

“-but- your goal-”

“Tch. And who said I need this shitty school to reach my goals?”

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by the chin and lifted his face up so that he looked him in the eyes.

“I’m still going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. And you, as my equal, are also going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. Both of us are about to make the whole fucking world know our names. Got it?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Backupu cupped his face in his hands and kissed him, so deeply and affectionately that Kirishima let out a surprised gasp. But he did nothing to stop him. He engaged in the kiss wholeheartedly, and for the first time since he knew he has to leave, he felt like this was a beginning of something new and exciting, rather than the depressing end.

“That’s more like it” Bakugou smiled as he pulled himself back" Come on, Red. We’ve got some packing to do.“

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