"Are you family?"

"Ah um..." Kirishima brings in a breath, and he shakes his head no,"No I'm not, but we work closely in our company."

"Are you Red Riot?" She asks next, and he glances around, making sure that nobody's paying attention before nodding.

"Ok, the parents informed me that if you came to the front desk that you're permitted to the back." She clicks the papers together, and slides them over as she laces her fingers together. Kirishima is kinda surprised when she gives him a stern look,"He is concious, but it's hard for him to speak so please try not to rouse him or make him upset..."

"Of course." Kirishima nods, eyes honest,"Um, is there a limit to my time in the room?"

"Well, since you're a visitor, I'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from spending more than 30 minutes in the room." She points towards the hallway,"He's in room 231, please be quiet."

"Ok."

He's never been super fond of hospitals. After so many visits, it becomes annoying and tedious. He glances around at all of the sick people in the other rooms, many of them elderly and coughing heavily. It makes his heart ache a little bit, and he numbly reminds himself to go visit his parents soon.

"Hey Eijirou." Mitsuki looks tired as he approaches the room, her similar red eyes not smiling with her mouth,"How are you?"

He hasn't seen her in years, but he finds a way to push around the awkwardness of meeting them again, and bows subtly,"Good. And you?"

"Well..." She sighs,"My son almost died again, so I'm about as good as I could be." She says softly, and gives the red head a meek smile.

Kirishima swallows tightly, hands fidgeting in his shirt some,"Mitsuki... A few years back..."

"Its fine." She says, and looks towards the hospital room that her son lays in,"He said that... You're friends now. And I want to respect what he says."

"O-Ok." He brings in a steadying breath and shifts more towards the door,"May I see him?"

"Yeah, go ahead kid." Mitsuki leans close to Masaru, and the man smiles gently at her as he adjusts himself so she can lay her head against him comfortably,"But hey..."

He stops in reaching for the knob, and Mitsuki swallows heavily.

"He can't hear very well in his right ear... So sit on the left side of the bed."

The red head swallows heavily now too, ruby eyes open as he nods,"Of course."

Opening the door seems to take so long. But in reality, is just a simple movement of his hand and his feet move without thinking. The sound of a beeping monitor floods his ears, and he stands there for a second as he keeps his hand on the knob so the door doesn't slam too loudly.

He's scared to shift his eyes up, but he does anyways, knowing that no matter how long he avoids looking, the same sight will still behold him.

Kat lays silently in the bed. His eyes are closed, and there are heavy bandages around his head. His arm is in a sling, and the left of his neck is covered in heavy gauze. It looks like the back of his head was shaved where more bandaging lies, and Kirishima already knows that there's gonna be hell let loose when the blond realizes its been hacked off- if he hasn't already that is.

Midoriya said that he was flung into a television helicopter.

The villian that Bakugo was fighting had a quirk that was extremely similar to his own. The only difference was that the guy could only let out small range explosions, and he couldn't excrete the nitroglycerin from his hands like Bakugo can, so he was using terrifying amounts of gasoline that was strapped to his back like a bookbag.

Bakugo had been trying to safely remove the tube of gas so neither of them would end up dying in the situation. Sadly, the idiot unstrapped the pack, and flung it towards the blond as they were flying through the air at atleast 50 feet, and although Bakugo screamed and told him to stop, the man blew it up.

The explosion was huge, and it killed the villian. Zero civilians were injured.

But Bakugo was blown back and up into the air by the force of it, and a news helicopter- that was way too close to the fight- just happened to be right there. Bakugo hit the flying object at a terrifying speed, and the doctor said that he's lucky the machine didn't kill him on impact.

Kirishima swallows tightly as he stands there, an awkward air bubble forming in his throat as he shifts his weight back and forth.

He... He hasn't seen his friend like this in a long time.

Mitsuki said his left side right? Yeah. Yeah she did.

He brings in one more breath, hoping that maybe he can calm his own nerves down enough to step forward. He walks over to the left side of the bed, sitting down gingerly in the rickety plastic chair there. There's a cheap cushion in it already, and it makes him smile because he knows Mitsuki put it there.

He licks his lips, and bites them next.

"Hey... You awake?"

He sits there for a second, and in that second he swears the blond is asleep, but slowly those crimson eyes open, and he feels his heart thump hard as Bakugo huffs heavily, obviously annoyed.

There he is.

"What're... You doin' here shitty hair." His voice is wrecked, rough like he has a bad cold. Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath, wishing Bakugo would look at him and not the ceiling.

"I just... Wanted to see how you were..." He laces his fingers together, staring at how shallow and slow his best friend's breathing is. He's just now noticing the oxygen tudes that are laid across his face, blowing the needed air up into his nose.

"I'm not dead." The blond grumbles quietly. He's obviously being conservative of his voice, and the thought makes Kirishima smile at how smart the blond always is with his health.

"Obviously." He says back, and something about the easy smile that he got on the blonds face just from that tells him that Bakugo hasn't had a very good time in here as of now,"So... When are you gonna be discharged?"

Bakugo frowns again, and he's still staring at the ceiling like there's something there. Kirishima looks up, but all he can see is blank white, and so he's supposing that his friend just doesn't wanna look at him.

Well... Their last talk wasn't very nice so he can understand that.

"The doc said as soon as the stitches heal up." He murmurs, and then huffs heavily,"They have a new oitment for that shit so... It'll be about three days."

"Eww... Three days in here. Tragic."

"Yeah, no shit." Kirishima chuckles as the blond huffs angerly,"I don't deserve this shitty place after being hit in the head with a fucking helicopter."

Kirishima smirks fondly at him, watching as those red eyes stay unmoving from the white monotone ceiling. He looks sleepy, and sunken, and that's probably just the drugs, but its still there. Kirishima wishes he could do something.

"Hey um..." The red head fidgets, and brings in a stuttered breath,"I wanted to apologize... The things I said the other night were uncalled for and you have every right to your privacy. I'm just..." He swallows, wanting to tell his best friend about the divorce thats reeling through his mind, about how he isn't happy with Yumi, and he's been a complete ass because of it. But thats selfish, and right now Bakugo is the one laying in a hospital bed.

"It was selfish of me. So... Yeah." He squeezes his fingers together, and waits for Bakugo to look at him, to say something mean, to jerk his head towards him and glower at him deeply until Kirishima feels shrivled up inside.

But his friend simply sighs, and closes his eyes quietly,"Yeah. You were drunk too, dipshit."

"C-Can you look at me... So I can say sorry properly." He whispers, and Bakugo's eyes open again, crimson eyes tired and solemn. Kirishima waits patiently, ready for any kind of angry words.

"I can't..." Bakugos voice is softer now. Not as in its weaker, just softer. Kirishima bites the inside of his jaw, thinking at first that Bakugo just won't look at him.

But, the tone in his voice hid something deeper than that, and Kirishima leans heavily on his knees, concern lacing through him,"What's wrong? Do you need a nurse or-"

"No dumbass, I just..." The blond lifts his arm up, and Kirishima winces at the amount of blown blood vessels from shitty nurses. They never listen to Bakugo when he tells them that they need to use butterfly needles on him.

Kirishima watches as his dear friend waves his hand infornt of his own face, and those crimsone eyes don't move a bit, staring blankly at the ceiling as if the hand isn't even there.

"I can't see."