"Hey Bakugo...?" Kirishima looks around the office that he's been coming to everyday for the last week, but his blond friend is nowhere to be seen.

He frowns, sighing some. Maybe he didn't come to work today?

Kirishima turns around, catching sight of Shinso but the purple haired man is too focused to be have any concern about the red heads confusion. He looks over, seeing Kaminari at his desk. The electro man looks confused beyond measure as he fills out a report, and Kirishima can only guess that its probably the one case that he had the other day. Kirishima isn't even gonna get into that one.

"Hey have you seen Bakugo?"

Kaminari looks up from his paper work, looking thankful for a distraction,"Yeah dude he left early... He threw up and Midoriya told him to go home... I mean," He laughs,"There was a lot of yelling because Baku didn't wanna go home but then the almighty Deku brought up the three words "you'll be fired" and he was gone pretty quick."

"He threw up?" Kirishima stares at his friend,"Was it bad?"

"Bad enough that Uraraka started gagging from the sound of him gagging." The blond man grimaces,"It was gross."

Kirishima bites his lip,"Did he go home?"

"Yeah I guess..." Kaminari shrugs,"Its Bakugo so he probably did so he can sleep."

Kirishima chuckles,"True that."

Kirishima sighs as he steps out of the car, stretching his limbs and yawning loud. He looks up at the condo complex, staring at its sleek design, the building looking luxurious.

Then he turns around, walking towards a small apartment complex, its bricks walls looking worn and old. He steps inside, its rather aged aroma nice to his nose. He looks around, seeing that the apartment to his left is number one. Bakugo lives in number 15 so he sighs as he looks at the stairs. It's not much, but he hates stairs.

He tramps up them, bag in his hand as he stumps up the second flight. The bag has an orange juice and some nutrition bars that kirishima likes to eat while he's sick. They're easy to swallow, so he thought the blond would like to try them.

Kirishima takes a deep breath as he reaches the third flight, walking down the hall and to number 15. The door seems cleaner than the others, the only other difference being the sign that says "go away" instead of "welcome" like so many others down the hall do.

Kirishima smiles at it, trying to suppress the old goofy feelings inside his chest. He's married, for fucks sake. He needs to get ahold of himself.

He raises his hand and knocks, excited to, not only see Bakugo, but his best friends new home. The blond hasn't invited him over but maybe it'll be a nice surprise considering hes probably cooped up in there all by himself.

When no answer comes he shakes his head and knocks that 6 beat rhythm knock, the one that always tells Bakugo that it's him and nobody else.

He hears the click of a lock, and the red head feels his heart flutter as the knob turns.

The door opens, and he smiles gently, ready to say hi-

Kirishima's heart falls short, his smile turning confused and and his eyes growing wide.

"Oh."

"Oh um..." The man, the one from the other night, stands before him. Now that Kirishima and him are closer, the red head can see the one inch height difference between himself and the shorter man, he can see the sharp curves of the mans body as he stands there dripping with sweat, towel around his neck. His hair is tossled, breath heavy as he swallows and gives a kind smile.

"Hi there um..." He chuckles some,"Excuse how rude I sound... But do I know you?"

Kirishima swallows, his throat feeling tight as he stares at the man with extremely confused eyes. He takes a breath and beams his signature smile, trying to ignore the urge to yank the man out of Bakugo's front door.

"Hi I'm Kirishima. I'm a friend of Bakugo's, I heard he'd gotten sick so..." He holds up the bag,"Just wanted to see if he was alright and all."

"Hey brick shit house where'd you go?"

"I'm at the door dude, some guy is here to see you!" The man yells over his shoulder, the door swaying open a little further.

Kirishimas gut clenches. There is no way in hell that this is Bakugos apartment.

Its dirty, from what Kirishima can see. Disbanded beer bottles, half empty tequila bottle in the corner. There's blankets strung over the couch, and and cat walks around behind the mans feet, glaring up at Kirishima like he's already inside the small living area.

"Who the fuck is at my door!?"

"I just said I dunno!" The man yells back,"His name is Kirishima! Says he works with you..."

There an audible crash, and Kirishima- and the poor man standing infront of him- both go wide eyed as Bakugo comes bolting around the corner, pushing the olive skinned man away from the door, stepping out infront of Kirishima and closing the door behind him.

They stand there silently for a moment, Bakugo's wide eyes staring up at him, the blonds hands clutched around the door handle behind his back as if Kirishima will get into the apartment.

The blond is disheavled, his hair out of wack, eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep. He has no shirt on, wearing a pair of sweats that hang halfway down his ass as they always have, showing off the top of the navy blue boxers he wears. He gives Kirishima a hard squint, staring at the taller man like he did something wrong.

"Hi... Bakugo." The red head says slowly, as if he knows that if he talks too much right now he'll probably get blasted in the face.

The blond takes a breath, glancing back at the door as he straightens his form,"What are you doing here?"

"Um I..." Kirishima swallows, suddenly feeling unwelcome,"I was just checking up on you dude... Kaminari said you got sick earlier so-"

"I'm fine." Bakugo stares at him, and the red head feels taken aback as the blonds voice shakes nervously,"Deku was just being paranoid, I'm fine."

The door opens behind Bakugo, and Kirishima holds back from frowning as the man from a few moments ago reappears, glancing between the two nervously.

"Hey um..." The man gives Kirishima another bright smile before looking back at Bakugo,"My sister just called me... She needs help moving, so I'll have to come back later..."

Bakugo glances at Kirishima before nodding and saying,"Ok, see you then."

"Yeah see you then..."

The man steps aside, patting Kirishimas shoulder,"It was nice to meet you Kirishima. My names Hiroshi if we ever meet again...?" He holds his hand out, the man now, thankfully clothed.

Kirishima feels his gut clench and roll aggressively as he shakes the other mans hand. Hiroshi leans over, kissing Bakugo's cheek, and smiling as he whispers something so low that Kirishima can't hear it.

But Bakugo's slight cheek flush tells him it wasn't something he'd want to know.

Its silent as Hiroshi walks away, and Kirishima stares at Bakugo, watching as the blond keeps his eyes fixated on the other man until hes gone.

"Who was he?"

Bakugo actually looks up at him, giving the red head an odd look,"What the hell does it matter to you?"

Kirishima frowns, face blunt,"I'm your friend."

"And I have privacy, don't I?" Bakugo says back, giving Kirishima the look back.

Kirishima isn't sure why, but he feels angry, his heart pounding and chest clenching. His stomach rolling and eyes narrowing at the shorter man as he gets a little bit upset.

Bakugo's eyes grow wide at the look, then they sharpen on the other man,"Oh no..." He gives the red head an incredulous look, a hurt grin growing on his lips as he points at the dark eyed boy, speaking through clenched teeth,"No. You stupid son of bitch." He hisses,"Don't even act like I'm doing something wrong."

"Your place is a mess, you look like shit-"

"I look like shit!?" Bakugo roars at him, standing a little straighter, that old teenager scowl crawling onto his face,"Says you!"

"Says me? What's that supposed to mean!?" Kirishima gives the blond a hard glare, his heart failing to keep its shield up and not be hurt.

He goes wide eyed as Bakugo shoves him, crowding the larger man up against the wall as he gives the red head such an otherworldly glower that it makes Kirishima stop breathing.

"I mean your relationship problem Eijirou." He hisses lowly, and at the other mans shocked look the blond nods,"Yeah I know about it. I'm not fucking dumb."

Kirishima swallows,"Its not that bad."

"Its still a problem though isn't it." Bakugo hisses, patting his cheek with his hand,"The bags under your eyes, the constant need for something to kill out how you feel. Is your marraige that bad? Huh?"

Kirishima swallows. How did Bakugo even see through all of this. The shorter man hasn't even met Yumiko. He hasn't seen Kirishima at any of the bars he goes to, he hasn't even talked about how his wife makes his life a living hell.

And yet Bakugo knew just about everything, hitting it right on the head.

He stares into those crimson eyes, watching as they fill with unexpected water. Bakugo jerks his head away, stumping back over to his apartment door and yanking it open. He slams the door before Kirishima can even apologize, and the red head flinches at the sudden sound.

He bites his lip, taking a deep breath as he walks back towards the door. He knocks lightly, knowing that it probably won't open, knowing that Bakugo probably stormed to his room like he did when they lived together and had a fight...

But he still needs to say sorry. He came here uninvited, intruded on his friends privacy without thinking first. He interupted... Whatever Bakugo and that man were doing together in there.

"Bakugo..." He swallows, feeling kinda dumb as he talks to most and likely the door,"I'm sorry ok. I won't come here uninvited again."

It's silent for a long time, and Kirishima takes a breath as he relizes he probably won't get anything more than that. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself calm down before turning to leave.

The door doesn't open as he leaves either.