"Yumi where's my pants?"

"Hm?"

"My pants babe...?" Kirishima looks at her as he points to his bare legs, boxers being the only thing that cover his ass,"I had them layed out..."

"Oh..." Yumiko, his wife, turns back to her computer,"They're in the laundry."

Kirishima perks his lips, biting his tongue,"Honey they were clean..."

"Like I would know that. If they were just laying everywhere like you always do..." She mutters sharply and Kirishima swallows, biting his tongue again as he fakes laughing it off.

She's beautiful, Yumiko is. She has long, peach brown hair, pretty brown eyes. She's thin, but not so much that's its too much. Her hands are delicate and soft, the only callouse being the one she has on the left side of her middle finger from writing her reports down. She works as an editor for the newspaper. She's perfect.

Perfectly capable of pissing him off.

"I'm sorry..." He says gently, moving to his dresser. He pulls out the drawer, grabbing a clean pair of sweats. He's working in the office again today, and he doesn't plan to go in all uncomfortable. Midoriya even said that he could wear comfortable clothing since he's inside all day anyways.

He stops as he's tugging them on, staring at the place on the wall next to the dresser. Its a small scorch mark, about eye level with his hips. He brings in a short breath as he remembers pushing a certain blond up against the wall right there, and he has to shake his head at himself, ashamed that he even let his mind think about it.

He was dumb to keep this apartment.

"Eiji baby..." He looks over his shoulder as Yumi walks over to him, giving a gentle smile,"Can you get us lunch today honey? And supper... I'm swamped again."

In what, procrastination?

Kirishima nods, giving a gentle smile,"Of course baby girl." He pecks her lips before tying the string of his pants,"I'll see you at 12:00 goregous..."

"Ok... Then we'll have dinner and then..." He gives him another kiss, grinning,"Dessert?"

He smiles,"Ok baby..."

"Hey Bakubro..."

Kirishima beams as Bakugo looks up at him, the blond giving him a drained look.

"Dude are you ok?" Kirishima stares at him, watching as sleep deprived eyes shift away from him, turning into a deep glare.

"M'fine..." The other man mutters, looking away from him. His face is stoic, staring at the computer screen bluntly before he closes his eyes and sighs,"You want some lunch?"

"Oh um..." Kirishima swallows, remembering that it is in fact eleven forty- he checks his watch- oh no, eleven fifty-three.

"Yumiko is meeting me for lunch..." He says, watching as Bakugo glances at him.

The blond snorts, giving a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes,"Fuck you too shit head, go see your wife." He says in a jokey tone, but it sounds strained. His smile is strained, his face is strained. Everything about him looks tired and stressed.

"Bakugo are you really ok..."

"I just didn't sleep well last night..." The blond mutters. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Those puffy eyes turn on him, definitely red from lack of sleep,"Go see her."

Kirishima bites the inside of his jaw, feeling his heart clench at the sight of Bakugo's disheavled state. The blond has only been back a week, and he already looks like the world is weighing down on his shoulders.

"I'll see you later then...?"

Bakugo nods, waving him off like he's a pest,"Yes, now shoo so I can work."

Kirishima smiles, and pushes away from the door.

"And then Ani looked at me and asked me to do it!" Yumi flings her hands out,"I mean really, I did all the other shit for them, and not once did they offer to help me!"

Kirishima nods, staring up at the sky as they walk down the sidewalk. He looks over as his shirt is tugged on, and Yumi smiles up at him softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you to death..." She says gently, squeezing his hand tight.

Kirishima shakes his head, laughing a little,"No baby, I was just checking out the clouds, it looks like it's gonna to rain..."

She looks up then, her eyes growing wide,"Oh wow you're right..." She points at a really dark one, standing out against the setting sun,"That one is so dark."

Kirishima nods,"Yeah it is."

They fall silent, the quiet being nice as they waltz down the streets with their hands entwined.

They both startle as a loud crash echoes off the buildings around them. Kirishima's hand tightens around Yumi's, the smaller girls palm tingling beneath his fingers, her morph quirk ready.

Kirishima watches as two figures stumble away from an alley across the street, next to a bar Kirishima doesn't recognize.

The people giggle and laugh like idiots, their talking sounding drunk and hungover, slurred all over the place.

And he sees him. Kirishima sees Bakugo. He's cracking up over something, the blond cackling as a larger man picks him from behind and spins them around.

The other man is tall, built, almost like the red head himself. He has a undercut, top hair long and styled to the side. His skin is olive and unblemished, brown eyes shining as he keeps Bakugo held up in the air, the blond laughing as he cranes his head to look at him over his shoulder.

Kirishima swallows tight, watching as the drunken pair continue to goof around, looking too happy.

He watches Bakugo laugh and giggle, grabbing the other mans hand and walking into the bar there, probably to get even more drunk.

He rips his eyes away, taking a deep breath to calm his raging heart. He squeezes Yumi's hand tight, walking straight forward and trying to push away memories that begin to pop up.