*Warning! This episode contains subjects that may make readers uncomfortable. Such as slurs and cussing. Readers discretion advised*

"Hey are you going to Kacchan's?"

Kirishima looks up from his files, sliding the last paper into its appropriate spot before nodding to Midoriya,"Yeah dude."

Midoriya smiles, his green hair falling in his eyes some,"Great!" He holds out some papers,"Can you take these to him? Tell him that he can sign them when his eye-sight comes back. Also, I hope he feels better soon."

Kirishima smiles and nods, taking the envelope from his boss,"Yeah of course."

Midoriya brings in a stuttered breath, looking down at the floor with a vacant expression before nodding to himself and walking away.

Kirishima looks after him sentimentally. He knows that the other man will never say it out loud, but he feels responsible for Bakugo's injuries even though they weren't his fault at all. As a boss, and fellow hero, being at the side of your friend as they get shot down can be absolutely terrifying. The dread and feelings of worthlessness that follow are just as horrible, and Kirishima wishes he could say he doesn't understand. But he does. To a full extent.

He huffs, and slides the envelope into his pocket before grabbing his wallet and keys, turning off his monitor before he forgets again.

He knocks only once when he gets to Bakugo's apartment, and it does a take a minute or so, but he's happy when the door opens. He was half expecting the blond to tell him to fuck off, which would've been fine, but this is even better.

Those crimson beauties stare blankly forward, as if Kirishima isn't even there, amd the red head feels this overwhelming dread lace through him. Bakugo does look tired, and sunken. In fact, he looks worse than what he did at the hospital, or at least his complexion does. Kirishima's brows furrow in worry, and he brings in a deep breath of air as he forces himself to smile.

He numbly realizes that Bakugo can't see that either as he speaks,"Hey Bakubro! I just brought you some snacks and stuff... Oh, and Midoriya asked me to drop off some papers to you."

Kirishima is shocked to watch his friends face fall into a look of pure relieved bliss. He huffs out a heavy sigh, and slowly turns back around into the apartment,"Get your ass in here shitty hair."

His arm is still in its sling, wrappings tight around his head which look uncomfortable.

Kirishima nods, and slowly makes his way inside as he sets his keys and wallet in the basin by the door,"So how're you feeling man?"

Bakugo stands there between the doorway opening and the livingroom for a long few moments. Kirishima smiles, and shifts forward,"Did ya hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. I've been fine." The blonds brows furrow tightly, and he looks towards the floor, eyes vacant but still glaring,"Just lay those papers on the um..." The blond looks around, as if looking at his apartment surroundings before growling out,"The kitchen table."

"Alright." Kirishima moves to the kitchen easily, realizing just exactly how small this place is. It's not cramped or anything, its just not what he's used to.

He lays the papers on the table with the other mail that lays there, and he looks around the room. He numbly realizes that this is his first time in the blonds house, and something about that makes his heart thrum happily.

But... The sink has dishes in it, but not many. He checks the fridge to see it nearly empty and he finds that most of everything in here is either gone or hasn't even been touched. He looks over to a counter to find that there's blood smeared down the side of it- the culprit knife laying at an awkward angle on the white tile- and a scorch mark just off to the side from it. He looks to his left on the floor to see a small trail of tiny droplets leading towards the hallway where he's guessing the bathroom is.

He sighs. Bakugo's been trying to do shit alone and while he's blind. And he isn't eating much. He literally...

The red head walks back into the livingroom in just enough time to see his best friend take a few last fumbling steps towards the couch, hand sorta held out and swaying a little until he touches the fabric of the couch and slowly shifts around it until he can sit. Kirishima watches as he leans his back against the arm of the couch, and tucks his face into the back cushion just as he's always done. Kirishima also realizes that the only reason the blond told him to take the mail to the kitchen so quickly is because he didnt want the red head to see him fumble like that.

He... Hasn't changed a bit has he?

"Bakugo..."

"Hm?" The blonds eyes are closed as he comes around the couch and sits too. His brows are still kinda furrowed in an annoyed way, but he does seem more relaxed than when he was standing just moments ago.

"Has anyone come over to help you?"

Bakugo's eyes open, and he suddenly looks more annoyed than what he did when Kirishima arrived,"My mom."

"Oh..." Kirishima glances at those pale hands that are tucked against the blonds sides, and he can see an obvious wrap around the hand that isn't covered in a cast.

"But your hand-?"

"She can't be here constantly. She does have a job." Bakugo snaps out, and Kirishima feels his chest squeeze as he glares in his general direction but not at him. He swallows tightly, squeezing his hands together in his lap as he looks at them.

"Sorry..."

"Its fine. Shut up." Bakugo looks back towards the couch, cheek squishing against it as he brings in a deep breath and goes silent.

Kirishima shifts uneasily in his own seat, and he glances at the blond again.

"So uh... How's Hiroshi?"

"Pfft." Bakugo snorts sarcasticaly, waving his hand out,"Ask him that. I have no fucking clue."

The red head raises a brow,"Has he not visited you?"

"Fuck no." Bakugo snaps out, rolling his eyes,"Apparently he doesn't want a blind lover. He said that he'd rather have somebody who has a job that won't kill them." He spits, venom behind every word,"Or at least that's what he said when I called him last."

Kirishima nods, feeling his chest squeeze with some kind of weird emotion. He isn't sure what it is but it feels exciting and warm,"And that was...?"

"Like... 5 days ago." Bakugo swallows, and Kirishima is sure the blond doesn't realize how he lets his eyes fall solemn, even if for a second,"The asshole doesn't want me."

It goes silent, and something like loneliness fills the atmosphere. Kirishima stares at those crimson eyes, at the way they fall quietly, and sadly. Kirishima frowns some, his chest aching in a familiar way.

"What the fuck?"

"I just can't..."

"Wh-What!? What does that even mean?" Kirishima winces as a hoodie flies past him, and he tries to ignore it as he sits on the bed.

"I can't do this anymore Kat."

He looks up, and watches as his boyfriend gives him a shocked look, red eyes wide as he stands there. Something like dread appears in his eyes, and Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath as he watches a single tear run down his cheek.

"Wht not!?" The blond snaps out, and rubs a rough arm across his eyes, face turning red in either embarrassment or anger, maybe both,"Is it cause of me going away for a few days last week!? I couldn't help it! I had to go on the mission-!"

"No Kat I just-!" Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath,"I don't wanna..."

Bakugo stands there face, drawn tight in anger,"What? You don't wanna what!?"

"I don't wanna be seen like this! I don't wanna be seen as a gay fag and then my ratings will go down and-"

"Fag?" He stops dead as he looks up wide eyed, locking eyes with his lover. Bakugo's face is torn between anger and dissappointment, and Kirishima can see the hurt in his eyes,"What's wrong with it Ei? Huh? Fucking tell me."

"N-Nothing I just don't wanna- I don't wanna be like this! I wanna walk down the street and feel normal! I don't wanna feel like a freak when I'm on TV!"

"You didn't feel that way when you had me pinned on the bed last night did you!" Another shirt smacks the red head in the face,"And yet..." He swallows, and looks harshly to the side.

Kirishima pulls the shirt from his face, looking at the floor too.

"Let's break up."