"Hello baby..."

Kirishima hums, and forces a smile on his lips as Yumi makes her way into their room, Kirishima scrolling through his phone idly.

She giggles as she crawls onto the bed, and forces her way into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kisses his cheek. Kirishima hums and kisses her lips gently, pressing his forehead to her shoulder as she hugs him.

"How was your day?" She asks softly, and Kirishima sighs heavily, closing his eyes as she pets his hair.

Its in moments like these that he's reminded of why he married her.

"Exhausting." He whispers, and she pouts for him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Do you want to take a nice warm bath?" She asks, and he smiles, chuckling fondly as he sways her in his arms.

"Yeah I'd like that." Kirishima looks up at her and she smiles softly.

"You wish I'd do that for you huh?" She says and he furrows his brows, feeling kinda confused as she grins at him.

"What do you mean?"

Beep beep beep-

Kirishima jolts up, papers sticking to his cheek as he blinks his blurry eyes awake. He looks around for a few seconds, honestly having forgotten where he is.

"You ok Kirishima?"

He looks over to see Kaminari staring at him, and he sighs, realizing that he's fallen asleep at work again. He didn't sleep very well after the shit that happened yesterday with Bakugo and the blond apologizing. He dwelled on it all night.

"Yeah just tired." He whispers, and pulls the poor paper off of his red cheek, reaching over and clicking his nightly alarm off. It tells him when to take his vitamins and such,"What time is it?" He asks, looking around the dark cubicles around himself. Kaminari looks around too and then looks at his watch.

"Its almost 9 pm man." He says and stretches his arms up and over his head as he yawns,"Almost time to close down the building," He heaves out mid-yawn, and Kirishima is mildly reminded that the close the building down at 10 pm,"I better hurry up."

"Yeah..." Kirishima looks down at his paper work, and is thankful that it can wait until tomorrow. He stands and grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, shutting down his computer and sorting the papers into files for now,"I gotta get home. I'll see you later ok."

"Alright seeya." Denki says in another yawn, and waves as the red head walks out of the office, going to the elevator.

The ride down seems long and monotonous, his ruby eyes staring into the sheeted metal like it had personally offended him somehow. He sighs, and closes his eyes as sleep seems to wanna take hold of him again.

He's going home a straight to bed. Fuck staying up and cooking for Yumiko. She can feed herself for once, she's an adult just like him.

The door opens with a ding, and he makes his way out, saying goodnight to old man Tanaka who smiles at him from the reception desk.

The walk home isn't any better than the ride in the elevator. He drags his feet, red eyes drained and sullen as he makes his way home. He doesn't really wanna go home.

Old thoughts start to invade his mind as he starts thinking about walking up the stairs to that apartment.

Three years ago, he would be been walking up the stairs to some soft rock or punk music playing inside, and he would've walked into the foyer smelling something warm to eat. The livingroom would've been spotless and he would smile as he pulled his boots off, and maybe his suit, a change of soft pajamas waiting for him in the bathroom when he'd go to take a shower.

But he's always head to the kitchen first, and Bakugo would be there, frowning even as he made dinner. He'd grumble at the red head that he's dirty and smelly and that he needed to take a shower, but the blond would still kiss him on the lips before growling at him to take a shower as he wrinkled his nose.

Kirishima finds himself smiling. He does miss that at least.

Wait.

God what the fuck is he thinking about. He grimaces and looks sharply to the side, staring pointedly at the road as he feels shame wash through him. He's married.

He frowns, feeling a different emotion drill through him. That reminds him of that guy. Is he Bakugos boyfriend or like...?

Bakugo let him kiss his cheek right infront of the red head, so it must be something.

Kirishima isn't sure what comes over him as he gets home and sees the messy livingroom. The cold take out that's sitting on the table peeves him, and its not even something he likes. His chest squeezes, and he frowns down at it, looking around the dark apartment as his eyes catch on a note taped to the fridge.

-Went out with Aya and Akira. Got you the noodles you like. I'll be out late so don't wait up XOXO-

Kirishima glowers down at it, and he rips the piece of paper off the fridge, chest clenched in tight anger. He's not sure why he feels so upset. Maybe it's the cold take out- that he doesn't even like. Or maybe it's the dirty apartment that he'd just cleaned earlier today. Or maybe it's the unloving way his wife treats him.

But he's pissed.

He takes a deep breath and picks up his phone. He starts scrolling through insta, and he ends up looking Bakugo's profile up anyways.

He walks over to the couch, stripping his jacket and grabbing a throw blanket off the back of it. He curls up in the corner of it, and starts scrolling through the posts that the blond has.

Kirishima sees the familiar posts, the ones he's seen already from america and little cafes that the blond went to while he lived over there.

Bakugo doesn't usually post much. If he does, it's always a pic of whatever coffee he's drinking or it'll be a picture of a new recipe that he's perfected.

There's a new one that pops up after he's been scrolling for a few minutes, and it says that it was posted less that two minutes ago. He clicks on it, the picture pulling up and loading for a second before flashing on his phone screen vibrantly.

Its another dish of delicious looking food, fried chicken and stirred salad making Kirishima crave a well made meal.

He swipes left to the next picture, and he frowns a little bit as he sees a tanned hand with a fork, digging into the salad. He clicks off the photos, and goes down to see if anyone else was mentioned or tagged.

And sure enough there's a person tagged, the name reading @H_Yamada. There's also a comment that says "food was 😋" by the same person.

He clicks on their profile picture and it takes him to their page immediately. He finds a good picture of the guy and it's the same fucking guy from the other day that was with Bakugo.

The red head feels a hot, fierce amount of anger flash through him.

He doesn't hesitate to start scrolling through his page too. Theres a lot of landscape pictures, and some photos of the guy himself, most of them being just simple silly pictures.

Then he sees one. Its a picture of Bakugo. The blond is shirtless and standing by the ocean, bangs swept back from his face as the sun sets on the horizon. His eyes are closed and there's a slight smile on his face, as if he'd just got done laughing at a bad joke. It looks like it was professionally taken.

Kirishima sees a sentence beneath, and he clicks on it, eyes flashing over it.

"You looked nice today. Thanks for letting me finally take pictures of you 😁"

Kirishima stares at the words, his chest clenching uncomfortably as he swallows. Are they dating? Bakugo doesn't normally just let people do this kind of thing with him.

He continues to scroll, and another picture pops up. He clicks on it to see that it also looks professionally taken. Its bright, and Bakugo's face looks soft as he stares out the window of an obvious bar setting, beer between his laced fingers.

Kirishima frowns, clicking on the picture and reading the words beneath it.

"Tonight was fun. I enjoyed getting to know you better. Sorry if I piss you off with this post, I know you don't like pictures."

There's no comments or responses to this one either. Kirishima half expected there to be a snide comment by Bakugo or something but there's nothing.

If Hiroshi knows that Bakugo doesn't like pictures then why is he taking pictures? Thats stupid and he's only contradicting himself. The red head rolls his eyes before continuing to scroll.

And there's another. And another. And another.

He feels something weird coil deep in his gut, a tight ball of tension forming. He swallows and he clicks on one that looks like it was taken with a phone.

Its a picture of them sitting on the couch together. Except they aren't really sitting. Bakugo is leaned against Hiroshi's chest, and Hiroshi has an arm over the blonds shoulders. Bakugo has his face covered where he flips off the camera, Hiroshi laughing into the camera as the blond looks like he's cursing at him behind the rude finger he's holding up.

"Movie Night."

Kirishima keeps scrolling for a while after that. It seems that Bakugo has been hanging out with this guy for the last three weeks he's been home. Cause every post after the last three weeks are just landscape photos that Hiroshi has taken.

It's almost 11:46 when he stops looking at the photos of Bakugo that the other man had taken. His chest hurts, and his face feels warm as he clicks his phone off and rolls onto his side.

He doesn't like Hiroshi very much.