KIRISHIMA STAYED by Bakugo's side and clung to him after what had happened in the bathroom. minutes passed and minutes became days, and he could see the way bakugo was slowly fading away.

he saw the fire that once shined so bright within his friend was fading. he was lacking and pushing himself past his own limits, making him weaker and even more vulnerable to death. bakugo seemed paler than ever and his eyes seemed so blank and empty.

Kirishima wanted to walk up to you and scream. how could you not realize what the hell was happening to bakugo? how could you not care to ask the boy what was happening? couldn't you see how pained bakugo was?

but he knew you still cared and worried. you just couldn't bring yourself to talk to the boy. you were afraid and lost all hope in reuniting with bakugo.

and bakugo was heartbroken over that. he missed you so fucking much. he missed the smiles you sent his way, your dumb texts, the way you laughed. shit, he missed the way you used to talk so passionately about deku. he wanted you back. he didn't care if it hurt him so badly, he just wanted you.

but you weren't coming back and he knew that.

he recognized the way midoriya looked at you. you looked the same when you stared back at midoriya. both of your eyes were filled with love, and it pained bakugo to no end. you were finally getting your feelings through to deku.

bakugo found himself becoming a void. he was empty and lost. he was becoming weak and it seemed bakugo wouldn't make it past this month. in all honesty though, bakugo was ready to die.

he couldn't take the overbearing pain you gave him. it was killing him slowly and painfully. the flowers that were now covered with thorns and branches hurt his throat badly. he hated the beautiful pain you gifted him with.

And so did Kirishima. Kirishima would rub Bakugo's back, choking back his sobs. The red haired boy would quietly say words of love and care to the blonde boy and bakugo appreciated kirishima's care. he was glad he wasn't going to die alone and die with a friend by his side.

currently bakugo and Kirishima were in Bakugo's bedroom, Kirishima talking about his favorite hero while bakugo silently listened.

"..hey shitty hair..?" bakugo whispered and Kirishima turned to look at bakugo.

"yes bakugo?"

"..when I die, do you think anyone will miss me?" bakugo asked. Kirishima felt the waterworks trying to make way and he covered his face with his hand, trying his best to stay strong.

"o-of course! why would you say that? i'd miss you, your mother will miss you, so will your dad, denki too, a-"

"will she miss me..?"

"..she'll miss you too."

"I sometimes wonder if she ever thinks of me..does she even care about me anymore? i don't know if she does but i do. i miss her so fucking bad and all i want is to hug her one last time..i want to confess to her before i die..it's fine if i die as long as she knows.."

Kirishima couldn't take it anymore and launched himself onto bakugo. he sobbed into his friends chest. bakugo wrapped his arms around kirishima's shoulders, trying his best to comfort the pained boy.

"g-goddammit bakugo.." Kirishima sobbed, his tears staining bakugo's white shirt. he hated the fact bakugo was letting himself go down like this. bakugo sensed this as well. bakugo well knew that Kirishima hated what was happening to him. bakugo knew that Kirishima was attached to bakugo so much that this was shattering him too.

"im sorry for hurting you like this, shitty hair.."