The next two days were the slowest and most painful that Kirishima could remember having in a long time. He had text his mum telling her he was sick and asked if she could call the school so he could have a couple days off.

He'd stayed in bed almost the entire time. He hadn't sunk low enough to forget to shower but he barely remembered doing it. He was confused and hurt and angry but mostly he was just flat.

He didn't know what he'd done but he'd given up trying to figure it out. It just landed him in a worse mood than he was to begin with.

By the time Thursday came around he knew he couldn't avoid everyone forever when he heard a knock on his door. But he decided to ignore it anyway. Then he got a text 'Let me in, I know you're in there' it was Kaminari.

'It's open' he sent back.

Kaminari came in and sat on the end of the bed. "Dude you look like shit."

"Nice to see you too," Kirishima grumbled.

"Man what happened? Bakugou's been even more insufferable than usual. He doesn't even blow stuff up anymore. Just makes everyone feel real uncomfortable."

"I got dumped, Denki, do I look like a wanna talk about it?" Kirishima sighed.

"Yeah ok, fair enough. Don't forget that we have the class celebration for before exams tomorrow night though. Aizawa said it's compulsory since he got roped into organising it," Kaminari reminded him.

"That's the last thing I want to do." Kirishima rolled over.

"Yeah well you have to come so what do you wanna wear? I can pick it up for you from your mom," Kaminari offered.

"Just grab whatever," Kirishima conceded.

Kirishima's gaze had wandered to Bakugou without him realising. He was sitting with his head leaned back against the wall, ignoring everyone.

Bakugou was looking up at the ceiling, he knew if he looked anywhere else, he'd end up looking at a certain red head. This was the first time he'd seen him since he left his room.

His focus had fallen on him too many times already. He looked good, wearing the same outfit that he'd worn to the fair what felt like forever ago.

"Go and talk to him before your eyes bore a hole through his shirt," Kirishima heard from his left. Kaminari had lounged in the chair next to him.

"He's made it pretty clear he doesn't want that," Kirishima replied, not even trying to hide the fact that he'd been caught looking.

"Is that why he keeps looking over here every time you look away? He's not the most subtle dude you know," Kaminari smiled.

"He's probably just glaring, or making sure he knows where I am so he can stay at the opposite end of the room," Kirishima mumbled.

"Not very manly you know, giving up and ignoring your problems," Kaminari knew how to deal a low blow and he didn't even feel bad about it.

It worked though. "You're right, I'll talk to him. Tell him to stop looking at me." Kirishima looked back to where Bakugou was sitting but his spot was empty.

Kaminari shook his head. "Not what I meant but it's a start I guess. He went out there" Kaminari pointed to the side door.

Kirishima took a deep breath and got up. He felt Kaminari's hand on his arm. "Good luck man. I'll be here if you need me."

"Thanks, but go talk to Jirou, you've been looking at her this whole time. I'm distracted, not blind," Kirishima said as he headed for the side door.

Bakugou was leaning back against the wall, one foot propped up with his knee bent. Kirishima could just make out his shape in the dark. He walked a little closer before saying a tentative, "Hey."

Bakugou had heard him the second he came out the door but had closed his eyes. "Hey," he replied still not opening them.

"You ah, you look nice," Kirishima didn't have anything to say so he settled on the first thing that came out of his mouth. He mentally kicked himself.

The side of Bakugou's mouth ticked up before he could help it. "You do too."

Kirishima stepped closer, sensing no animosity from him. He let out a long breath that he'd been holding. "What went wrong Katsuki?"

"Don't do this, Kiri," Bakugou said, voice strained. He still kept his eyes closed.

"Yeah, okay," Kirishima replied sighing. He turned and leaned on the wall next to him. His hand brushed Bakugou's by accident and he felt the other boy tense.

Bakugou finally opened his eyes and turned to look at Kirishima who had a sad smile playing over his lips.

"It still hurts you know," he didn't know why he said it but Kirishima didn't want to take it back. It was the truth.

"Yeah, I know it does," Bakugou replied quietly.

Kirishima looked up at his face and their eyes met, only a few inches away.

"I think you owe me why, at least. I've spent the last week trying to figure it out and I come up with nothing, every time. I did nothing except fall in love with you. Was it really that bad? Dating me?" His voice rose with each sentence, an unfamiliar anger and hurt thick in the words.

"You didn't do anything. You're fucking perfect Kirishima! You radiate positivity and energy and all I would ever do is take it away. You could never be happy with someone like me. You need someone who deserves you," Bakugou threw back heatedly.

Kirishima looked up at him. "You're an idiot, Katsuki. You make me happy and that's all I ever wanted. I wanted you. The way you were." He pushed off the wall and went to sit at the bench around the corner, out of sight of everyone, his head spinning.

It took about three seconds before his words sank in and Bakugou realised what a complete and utter mess he had made. He'd never once thought about what Kirishima actually wanted. The words echoed in his head 'You make me happy', he'd said make, not made. Everything else had been past tense, but not this. There was a flicker of hope in his heart.

He rushed back inside running into Kaminari. "Where is he?" Bakugou almost shouted at him.

"Even though I've got no idea who you could possibly be referring to, I don't know," Kaminari drawled.

"He came back in here, you must know where he is." Bakugou grabbed the front of his shirt but not in an intimidating move, in a desperate one.

"You listen here, Bakugou, I've got one chance to say this before you blast me to ashes so here goes; I don't know what the hell you did to my friend but you made him so happy. Happier than I had ever seen him. Until you screwed it up. I've never seen him like this. If you find him, you would want to grovel at his damn feet and beg him to forgive you."

"You think I don't know that, you prick?" Bakugou said, his voice quiet.

Kaminari could hear the emotion in his voice and knew he was serious about this. "He's already gone back to the dorms." Kaminari told him. In a bold move, he reached out and grabbed his arm. "He'll forgive you. He'll always forgive you, Bakugou. Just don't make him have to do it again."

Bakugou rushed out the door and towards the dorms. Halfway there he spotted a familiar head of hair hunched over a table top sitting alone, head on his arms. Bakugou walked over and sat down quietly. "I'm so fucking sorry," he started.

Kirishima tensed at first but spoke into his arms, not bothering to lift his head. "Bakugou I'm not doing this again."

"Just, please. I'm so sorry, Eijirou. What you said made me realise I never thought about what you wanted. I never thought I could make you happy. I thought you needed someone like you, someone who could be perfect all the time. You said you just wanted me how I am. But you make me want to be better. I want to be that person for you. I..." he took a breath to even his voice, "I love you, and I will do everything I can to show you."

"I don't want you to be perfect, Katsuki," Kirishima said softly. He looked up at him, "Don't you dare do something so stupid and selfish ever again. You really hurt me and all because you don't think you're good enough."

Bakugou's hand seemed to move of it's own accord as he reached out to lightly stroke Kirishima's hand.

Kirishima slowly turned his hand over so that Bakugou was lightly brushing his palm instead.

Kirishima swayed towards him, his other hand coming out to brush Katsuki's cheek but he dropped it just before his fingers connected.

"You need to promise to talk to me. Every time something is wrong, I want to know. We need to learn how to do this together," Kirishima said.

Bakugou couldn't help it, when Kirishima's hand didn't connect with his face like he was anticipating, he reached out his own finger and traced along Kiri's cheek bone. "I promise."

Kirishima shivered at the soft touch. He'd missed it so much. He closed his eyes and leaned into it.

Bakugou leaned forward slowly and his lips met Kirishima's in a soft kiss. His whole hand coming up to rest on his cheek.

Bakugou kissed him so tenderly it brought tears to his eyes. Kirishima's hand thread through his hair as Bakugou's arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him close.

After sitting for a few silent minutes, just enjoying the comfort of each other, they went back to Bakugou's dorm. They were both exhausted, not physically, but emotionally. They ended up in bed just laying together, content to enjoy each other's company. Bakugou finally broke the silence, "Can you stay the night? I get it if you don't feel like it though."

"Of course I want to," Kirishima replied easily.