"What do you mean?"

Kirishima brings in a shakey breath of air, clenching his hands together tightly in his lap. He stares at his wife across the table, watching as her soft eyes grow teary.

"Why?" She says quietly, and then more forcefully,"Why?"

"I'm..." He takes another breath, and schools his expression, bringing himself to sit up a little straighter,"I'm not happy Yumiko."

"Yeah, but why?" She leans on the table,"I've been nothing but good to you!"

"I think we just wanted different things when we got married and we just never talked about it Yumi..." Kirishima bites his lip,"When we got married I thought... I thought we'd become more than just a weekly fling that met up a couple times for brunch."

"But we are!" She says weakly, and Kirishima feels guilt weigh on him as a tear rolls down her cheek, her big eyes shiney with sadness as she gestures to the apartment,"We literally live together!"

Kirishima feels anger simmering lightly beneath his skin. He could totally blow up right now, and make a big scene out of this but...

He's just done. He's done with the fighting, and forced laughter. He's done with living with someone who expects him to do everything around the house. He's done trying to look after an adult who acts like a teenager. He's tried of the nights he spends here alone. He's tired of pretending that he still loves his wife when deep down he can't help but hate her somehow. He's tired of the awkward sex, and he's tired of trying to make her happy when he clearly can't.

He's done with Yumi.

He's done with being married.

"Yumiko..." He brings in a stuttered breath,"You are a beautiful, strong person." He says, and watches as she gets angrier but somehow he doesn't care,"And... I don't think I fulfill the needs that you have." He swallows, squeezing his shorts so tight that it hurts,"I know I don't make you happy Yumiko." He says softly, and her lips wobble as she stares at him, more tears running over her cheeks,"And I don't want us to end up being together when we don't want to be together."

She sniffles, and reaches up wiping her eyes,"Do we really need a divorce though? We could... Talk to a therapist, or a counselor...?"

Kirishima brings in a deep breath, and he bites his lip, squinting at the table as his chest squeezes hard,"Yumi... I just..." He looks to the side, heart beating hard in his chest as Yumi sniffles again. He's unable to find the words, and his wife seems at a loss too, her own eyes looking to the side sadly.

"I'm sorry." The red head murmurs, and Yumiko sniffles again, reaching up and wiping at her eyes.

"Its ok." She whispers back.

The room goes silent after that, and they sit there for a long time, pretending that this is just one of those nights where they sit at the island and play on their phones.

But its not. And apparently its hard to ignore too because his soon to be ex-wife stands quietly, and walks towards the hallway.

Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath, and he shifts in his chair,"I'll sleep on the couch..." He says softly, and Yumi nods subtly before continuing towards the bedroom.

-

"Hello?"

"Hey..." Bakugo bites the inside of his jaw, bringing in a deep breath through his nose.

"Hey..." Hiroshi already sounds nervous on the other end of the phone, and the blond feels his chest squeeze tight as he closes his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't contact you for a bit... I had an accident and was laid up in the hospital."

"Yeah, I saw." The other man says softly, and Bakugo fidgets, opening his eyes again as he shifts into the couch.

It's weird, not being able to see. The doctor said his vision would come back slowly, but how long it would take he didn't know. Right now the only difference between his eyes being closed and open is the fact that he can see light faintly.

His hearing in his right ear is still kinda wonky, but it's fine otherwise. And the doc said that he could take his cast off in about 6-8 weeks. Which is standard and he's used to that. His neck is already healed and ok, but its still kinda tender. The stitches on his head were nearly healed, and although the doctor wanted him to stay one more day after his given three days, he fucking refused that shit. Fuck that. They already hacked his god damn hair off- and when he says he raised hell over it, he fucking did buddy.

It's hard though, because even in his own home he can't get around very well. The doctor offered him a cane, but he'd rather not. Instead, he'd rather bumble around and hold his hands out infront of himself and hope he won't fall.

He's been out of the hospital for about 5 days now. He hasn't gone out much, only when his mom comes over to check on him, and he mostly just lays around and waits for his eye sight to come back.

It was a hassle to answer the phone just now. And thats fucking annoying. So he wishes his body would hurry the fuck up.

"Do you wanna come over?" Bakugo asks, and he swallows tightly as there isn't an immediate answer, but he waits patiently.

"I'm at work right now babe." Hiroshi answers quietly, and Bakugo frowns, leaning his head back against the couch.

"Then... After?" He really wants him to be here. He wants to be held and comofrted, but he'd never say that out loud.

"...Bakugo..." There's no 'Kat' this time, and the blond immediately feels pushed to the side, left alone in this darkness that his eyes offer.

"Fine. Nevermind." He whispers, and stares at what he's hoping is the ceiling. He doesn't fucking know anymore.

"H-Hey..." Hiroshi breathes out loudly into the phone,"How about tomorrow?"

"Sure." Bakugo says, and his chest lightens up a little bit.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah sure."

The blond brings in a deep breath of relief. For a second there he thought the other man was gonna ignore him, and the blond feels a little reassured now,"Alright."

"Alright."

Reassured his ass.

He sits there for at least three hours past the time they agreed on before realizing that Hiroshi definitely isn't coming over.

He called him three hours after that. The other mans breath was heavy when he answered, and as they spoke to eachother Bakugo was sure as fuck that he could hear another person in the background complaining about how Hiroshi was taking too long and needed to come back to bed.

Well... There goes that bullshit.