Kirishima stares at him, watching as those eyes close quietly. He feels like he's wronged one too many people lately.

"You wanna watch a movie?" He says gently.

Bakugo opens his eyes slowly, and then he grins sadistictly, face growing sour,"You mean listen? I can't see shit."

"Hearing it has to be better than sitting here in silence." Kirishima reaches over, and he feels shocked with himself as he lays a soft hand on the blonds knee. He stares at his own hand with wide eyes for just a second before swallowing,"Right?"

Bakugo looks towards it too, and Kirishima feels his heart ram against his ribcage as those eyes look at him, and for the first time since he got here he feels like the blond can see him.

Bakugo stares, and then he snorts, rolling his eyes,"Yeah. Whatever." He mutters.

They watch so many movies. Kirishima can't help but glance over at his best friend throughout the whole night.

Bakugo hardly smiles at the jokes on the TV, but when he does its so small and gentle. Kirishima smiles at the sight each time he sees it. The blond doesn't look towards the TV either, staying in the same position that he was in when he'd first sat down.

The blue light of the TV makes the dark room feel so quiet and yet full, and Kirishima numbly realizes about halfway through the third movie that his hand hasn't moved from the blonds knee.

A familiarity floods through him more than once, making his guts tingle and his heart beat a little bit. After he'd realized that his hand was still on his friends knee he couldn't quite distract himself from it.

The fourth movie is quieter than all the others. Kirishima swallows, and glances over at Bakugo again. The blond looks thoughtful, and his face is finally turned towards the TV, eyes calm and gentle. Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath, a weird, uncontrollable warmth flooding through him.

God its been so long since he's been with the blond like this. Its been so long since he's felt so content.

Just sitting here watching this movie makes him feel so good. Makes it feel so right.

His thumb moves across his friends knee of its own accord. He waits for Bakugo to scold him, to tell him to stop being weird, but it doesn't come. And somehow that makes it even better.

What doesn't make it better is when Bakugo shifts, and his knee is jerked away as he turns on the couch and plants his feet on the floor. Kirishima looks over at him, and feels his chest clench worryingly.

"Where're-"

"Bed. I'm tired." The blond mutters, and Kirishima watches as the blond uses the couch to navigate himself to the hallway.

"Do you need help-"

"No." Bakugo stops at the turn into the hallway, looking towards the red heads general direction,"You can... Sleep on the couch, or leave. Whatever you want."

"O-Ok." Kirishima watches as the blond shuffles further down the hall and turns into his room,"Goodnight."

"Night."

Sleep eludes him.

He lays on the couch for so long, just staring at the ceiling like it'll start talking to him. He numbly wants it to, cause Bakugo didn't say much at all to him tonight.

Speaking of said blond, Kirishima is startled when the light in the bedroom flickers on. It's been at least a few hours. He lays his phone on his chest, the article he'd been reading becoming very uninteresting in seconds.

There's a thump and the red head jolts up immediately, standing and going around the couch to the hallway. He peeks into Bakugo's room, surprised to see his friend simply sitting straight up in bed. He eyes are wide open though, cheeks a little red as he brings in deep breaths of air. He rubs his good hand through his hair roughly, squeezing his eyes shut for just a second before growling out into the room in a frustrated manner.

"Hey."

Bakugo's head flies up, and he looks towards the door but not at it, eyes startled before he sighs,"Scare the fucking shit outta me. What?"

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright." Kirishima says softly,"Sounded like you fell?"

"I smacked my arm off the nightstand." The blond growls out, and Kirishima looks to see where the other man has his good arm tucked against his stomach.

"You ok?" He walks into the beroom, and gingerly sits on the bed, ruby eyes concentrated on the redness on his friends arm.

"Its fine." Bakugo flinches as Kirishima touches his arm and he rips away,"Stop it."

"I just-"

"Stop it!" Kirishima winces, and looks at his friends face, watching as it furrows deeply into a glare. But it looks hurt, and upset. And that doesn't settle right with him. He pulls his hands away, and lays them in his own lap as he stares at Bakugo, waiting for him to calm down.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't fucking apologize, idiot." Bakugo brings in a deep breath, and Kirishima sits there quietly. He waits for his dear friend to say something else, but all the blond does is sit there as glower at the blankets, purposely staring blindly at anything but Kirishima.

"Why the fuck are you even here? Why'd you stay here?" Kirishima winces as he watches the blond spat the words like they're poison in his mouth.

He swallows and squeezes his fingers together,"Cause I care about you-"

"Yeah? Why?" Bakugo squeezes at the fabric of his shirt with his good hand, face growing rosy.

"Cause we're friends."

"Then why don't you do like all the other fuckers and just leave when you get the chance." It's more of a statement than a question, and Kirishima doesn't like it.

"...Is this about Hiroshi?" He asks softly.

Bakugo scoffs, and waves his hand out,"Yeah. Its about the asshole I had a two month fling with." He says sarcasticly,"Or maybe it's about all those shitty bastards that get what they want and then take up and leave." He jerks his head sharply to the side,"Or they're too much of a fucking coward to just realize that I'll get hurt in my line of work. Or they don't wanna deal with me while I am hurt." Kirishima clenches his jaw as the blond scoffs,"Fuck them."

Kirishima sits there silently, and somehow he feels guilty from the words. He looks at the floor now, unable to find words of comfort.

How can he when he was one of those shitty bastards?

"Do you need me to do anything?" Kirishima asks instead, making sure that he can be neutral about this cause he doesn't wanna seem like a hypocrite.

"I dunno..." The blond mutters, and Kirishima looks over in just enough time to watch the crimson eyes fill with tears. He sits there dumbly for a few seconds, watching as the tears nearly fall but don't. Bakugo reaches up and wipes at his eyes roughly to stop them completely, and Kirishima gets harsh flashbacks of the night they broke up,"I dunno." He mutters again and keeps his arm over his eyes.

It's silent. Kirishima just sits there, unsure if he should give his friend some space or give him a hug or... Or...

He doesn't know.

He decides to give him a hug. He shifts on the bed, scooting closer as he pulls his knees under his butt. Bakugo flinches as he puts his arms around him, and at first he resists but eventually Kirishima finds the blonds face against his neck.

Kirishima sits there, holding the blond close as he goes quiet, fighting ceasing almost immediately. Bakugo clings to him, good arm wrapped tight around the other mans bare shoulders.

"You ok?"

"Peachy." The blond sniffles before tucking his face closer.

Kirishima can't move. Bakugo... Bakugo is so close.

The red head feels his stomach grow heavy, and he's so aware of how incredibly clingy this is right now. Of how incredibly clingy he feels. He rests his chin on his best friends shoulder, and he closes his eyes.

Bakugo is so warm, and Kirishima can't seem to stop thinking about it either.

Just like how- for the last two months all he could think about were those intricately cut nails digging into his back. Or those warm dinners that were made just to his liking. Of all the times he was kissed goodbye and hello, and of all the fights that ended in a soft embrace.

He couldn't help but stare at the scorch marks on the walls in his apartment and wonder why he never got them repaired. Even when Yumiko would bitch about them, he always found a way to avoid painting them over.

He couldn't help but think about all the times he brushed back those blond bangs and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Or all the times that said blond would do the same for him. Or how he always found a way to comfort the red head even while he needed it too.

He slowly opens his eyes, just slightly, and he feels this overall dread pool into his chest and make it feel tight as it burns.

Kirishima was bad to him.

Suddenly he's remembering all those times he pushed away those gentle hands, of all the times he would yell at him for being too clingy during an interveiw. He remembers all those times that he just took all of that love he was receiving for granted. Of all the times he made Bakugo feel dissappointed and unwanted.

"I'm sorry." He whispers after a long bit of silence.

Bakugo scoffs against his neck, and Kirishima feels ashamed of the shiver that runs down his spine,"Dumbass, didn't I just say-"

"No..." Kirishima swallows heavily,"I'm sorry for not being what you wanted when I was with you..." He mutters,"I feel like a piece of shit for it constantly."

Bakugo jerks back, and Kirishima grunts as his chest is shoved against. He looks up to find his friend glaring at him blindly, eyes not exactly meeting the red heads face.

"You feel like shit constantly?"

Kirishima swallows, suddenly regretting his wording,"I just-"

"I don't wanna hear it." The blond snaps out, face stoic,"How can you sit here and pity your-fucking-self?" He spits, hands gripping at the sheets,"I can't fucking see for shit and I open up to your ass and you..." He growls out angrily.

Kirishima feels panic flood through him, fear crossing his features,"Th-Thats not what I meant-"

"Then what did you mean!?" Bakugo's face breaks into hurt for just a second, but it turns back into a glare immediately,"I don't get it you fucking asshole! You- You fucking wanted nothing to do with me three years ago but when I show back up you act like I owe you something!" He punches the sheets, blind eyes squinting hard,"I don't owe you shit! Go back to your fucking wife that was so fucking important to you!"

Kirishima swallows, turning his face towards the floor as he forces himself to ignore the way the blond is fuming at him.

"We're getting a divorce." He murmurs, and it goes quiet yet again. Bakugo still foams at the mouth next to him, crimson eyes squinted in a tight glare.

"Good for you. Congrats, you figured out that she's a bitch." Bakugo seethes, and Kirishima winces.

"...I was saying sorry for not being what you wanted me to be..." Kirishima swallows,"I know its a late apology-"

"No shit."

He winces,"But I wanted to say it..." Kirishima swallows,"I just didn't know how."

Bakugo scoffs, and Kirishima looks over at him as he speaks again.

"You were everything I fucking needed you to be dumbass..."

Kirishima goes wide eyed, face feeling kinda warm as his stomach clenches,"I was?"

"Yes but you..." He looks to the side with an annoyed look, but something about it looks upset too,"You didn't want me so what the fuck..."

"I-I did!" Kirishima yelps out, and Bakugo winces, not even looking towards him,"I'm telling the truth Bakugo- I- I promise!"

"Then why the fuck-" Kirishima flinches as a fist hits his chest,"Did you act like that towards me! Why are you even here now!? This is stupid Kirishima! You're dragging my fucking feelings through the dirt!"

"I'm not trying to-!"

"Bullshit!" Bakugo face turns red with anger, eyes looking too shiny,"I moved away to get away from you but when I come back you cling to me like nothing fucking happened! I was hoping maybe we'd drift apart a little bit after three years but you won't leave me alone!" He yells, and Kirishima winces hard as the fist hits him again,"I fucking hate this! I hate it!"

"I-I'm sorry Bakugo-"

"And now that I can't do shit for myself you show up out of nowhere acting like you care!" The blond shoves him, and the red head falls back into one of his elbows,"You didn't even visit me in the hospital when we were together cause you were scared people would notice us! But now you care? Now you care!?"

Kirishima blubbers, unable to find words to say to compensate. But he can't. He just can't. Theres nothing.

"I can't believe I can't get over an asshole like you!" Bakugo seethes. He hits the bed, hands sizzling,"I fucking hate this."

Kirishima swallows tightly, heart thudding loud in his ears. He can't hear anything. It's like a ongoing drowning noise is filling his ears and making his body vibrate with static.

He's so ashamed.

"I-I'm sorry."

"I've heard enough fucking apologies from you." His friends eyes look so watery, face drained of color as it all sinks to his red cheeks, he stares at the blanket he holds tightly, lips wobbling some.

Kirishima feels his chest fall out of him as he watches the tears drain from Bakugo's eyes, and he sits up fast, leaning close,"B-Bakugo."

"Don't touch me!" The blond snaps his face away, but Kirishima frowns and persists, wiping away the very few tears that fell,"Don't touch me Eijirou!"

Kirishima burries his face into the blonds shoulder, and Bakugo fights back for a solid second before growling out angrily and just hitting his chest a few more times.

"I hate you." He hisses and Kirishima winces as he brings in a stuttered breath.

"You have every right to." He whispers back, then leans back, watching the blond sniffles and wipes at his eyes as his arm is finally released. Bakugo looks up towards his face, and Kirishima feels his body shiver as they lock eyes, even though he knows Bakugo can't really see him. He glowers at the red head.

"But I know you're lying."

Bakugo huffs heavily, tears still dripping down his cheeks silently. Kirishima brushes a finger beneath his cheekbone, and he jerks away, sniffling again before wiping at his own face again.