"Where've you been?"

Kirishima looks up as he finishes untying his shoe, surprised to see Yumiko on the couch. She looks upset, arms crossed over her chest, and legs crossed over as her foot bounces. Her lips are perked in an annoyed pout.

"Oh uh- I was just out with Sero and Kaminari." He gives her a meek smile,"I texted you earlier that I'd be home late sweetheart-"

"Yeah! Like- two hours ago!" She stands, slamming her phone on the glass coffee table.

"B-Be careful Yumi! Your phone-!"

"I don't give a shit about my phone, Eijirou!" She screams, and he stops dead in his tracks, not even five feet from the apartment opening.

"O-Ok..." He stares at her as she visibly fumes, eyes angry as she stares holes through him.

"Was that bitch Mina there too? Huh?" She asks, and pinpoints on the word bitch with a tone that makes Kirishima's guts curl, let alone the word itself.

"No, she wasn't. And don't call Mina a bitch, Yumi, she's one of my closet friends."

"Yeah, more like your favorite fuck toy." She says and stomps towards the kitchen.

Kirishima stands there, and he openly gapes at the wall where his wife had just been standing. The TV seems so loud all of a sudden, and the whole apartement is so small and quiet. His heart speeds up in his chest, and he looks around at the livingroom, seeing how dirty it is again after he'd cleaned it this morning. He brings in a few breaths, trying to calm himself, but it only seems to enrage him further, and he glowers hard, turning towards the kitchen like a rabid dog.

That. Is. It.

He stomps towards the kitchen, glaring hard at his wife as she turns away from the microwave and towards him. She goes wide eyed as she sees the hulking man that comes storming into the room.

He stands on the other side of the island, ruby eyes sharpened hard,"Don't ever insult her like that." He says sternly,"I understand that you're annoyed with the fact that I do have female friends, but I won't let you degrade Mina like that. She's a good person."

"I'm just saying what's true!" Yumi defends herself, slamming a hand on the table,"How could you expect me not to be suspcious when you spend more time with them- With her- Than me!?"

Kirishima does gawk at her now.

"How the actual fuck could you say that to me!?" He yells back, heart ramming hard as his face feels hot with held in rage,"I haven't seen you in three days! Three days Yumiko!" He slams his own hand down,"Because you go out and then stay at your friends house!"

"Yeah and?" She gives him a look like he's saying something stupid,"That's girl stuff dipshit."

"But I can't even be gone for two hours!?" He screams back,"That makes no sense! You're being controling!"

"I'm being controling!?" She laughs sarcastically, and something about it makes his blood boil as she walks away down the hall and starts rambling about how bad of a control freak he is.

He steps out into the hallway, waiting for her to come back down it so they can continue this argument face to face. He stands there, breath stuttered and heavy. God he is so ready for this fight. He's been wanting to tell her off for so long now.

But she takes too long. His rage starts to simmer down some as the moments pass, and he slowly realizes that he could be the one of reason here, and try to have a civil, calm conversation instead of screaming.

She's still ranting as the sounds around him and the atmosphere settles some. The sound of the TV comes to, and he can mildly hear the microwave go off as whatever is in it is finished with its cycle.

"So Akita, what do you think of the uproar over the pro heros Deku and Groudzero that was the talk of the town today?"

"Well, ya'see Will-"

The red head blinks, and glances towards the TV at the mentions of the names. The TV flashes scenes of a huge explosion, and several photos of people next to emergency squads and police officers. An interviewer listens deftly as some celebrity talks about how horrible it was even though she wasn't there.

He glances towards the bathroom, where he can see his wife's shadow moving around as her voice still echoes with anger. Then he shifts and turns more towards the TV.

"Authorities say its the biggest fight between Groudzero and another fire based quirk since he's returned to Japan."

"He's so brave. But Deku, my god, if he wasn't there then it would've just fell apart!" The girl says sadly, and fakes an upset pout,"Being a hero must be so scary."

"Well, Ms. Akita I'll have to disagree with your first statement. It seems that Groundzero and Deku had a team effort with this one. It says here that while Groundzero fought off the villian, and took the blows, Deku was escorting people from danger. How chivalrous."

Kirishima flinches as his phone vibrates in his pocket, and he sighs heavily as he reaches down and pulls it out. He gives it a short lived glower as he sees its just Kaminari, really not in the mood for more bullshit tonight.

He answers anyways, sighing heavily,"Yeah dude?"

"Hey um..." There's an obvious sigh, and Kirishima is about to complain when the blond speaks again,"Midoriya just called me. He said that me an you will be taking Bakugo's shifts for a few weeks..."

Kirishima looks back at the TV, knowing exactly why before he even asks, but something deep down tells him not to panic and he ends up asking,"Why?"

"...He's in the hospital dude." There's a stuttered breath,"Midoriya said he's not looking too good right now, but the doc said he'll recover with some good rest."

He goes silent, for so long that Kaminari seems to get even more worried,"Kirishima? You still with me? You all right?"

The red head stares at the TV, watching as the wreckage from the fight is shown, huge buildings crumbled to nothing flashing across the screen. His heart thumps hard, watching as pools of blood flash across it too, and then a short interveiw with Midoriya shows on the screen. He looks banged up, and worn out, and there's blood smeared across his cheek and on parts of his suit. But he doesn't seem injured at all. He just looks so shaken.

He looks away from the TV as the interveiw closes, and he looks down the hall, Yumi's yelling seeming so muffled in his ears.

"Fuck."