Kirishima sits there, watching as the other mans body sags tiredly, anger slowly deflating on his face. His crying ceases almost immediately after, but the drying tears on his cheeks make him look so sad and upset.

Kirishima swallows, heart thudding in his chest as he reaches forward. The blond flinches as a hand touches his shoulder gently, but he doesn't jerk away this time, and Kirishima smiles.

He reaches forward with his other hand, and wipes at the tear that's still laying on his friends cheek. Bakugo huffs, and his eyes close, cheek pressing into the larger mans palm.

Kirishima brings in a shattered breath of air, hand feeling tingly and warm, and there seems to be static traveling up his arm, causing his muscles to spasm and jerk in his chest, his stomach swooping violently.

He's so beautiful. Kirishima's eyes fall gently on that soft pale cheek that's pressed up against his own rough hand. He stares at the thick blond lashes, and he finds his gaze wandering all over that strong built body that was so soft and warm beneath his hands one too many times. He hates the sling and cast around his arm, and he misses those unruly spikes that were on the back of his head. He hates the uncomfortable looking gaze that are wrapped around his head and he wishes the blond could see how much he hates it. But he can't.

He wishes Bakugo could see how much he misses him.

"Katsuki..." He whispers the other mans given name, and those crimson eyes open slowly, glancing towards the red heads hand. Kirishima's body feels so bubbly and warm as the blond brings in a stuttered breath.

"Yeah..." It's not even a question. It's almost like a statement actually. It... It feels as if Bakugo knows what Kirishima is thinking. The single conformation of the blond acknowledging his speaking feels like a confirmation of his feelings.

It feels like Bakugo knows exactly how he's feeling even though he hasn't said a word of it. It feels like the blond knows exactly what he's thinking, exactly what he wants.

It's like Bakugo's saying that he knows. He knows how hard it's been to be apart. How difficult it was to stand there and give his vows and ring to someone he didn't love nearly as much. How difficult it was to only see the man he missed so much on TV, fighting dangerous battles in America. Getting hurt in those battles and hoping that he doesn't die before they meet one more time. How difficult it was to lay awake at night next to partners he knew he'd never be with the way he was with him. Laying awake next to his wife when he knew he couldn't quite give her the affection she deserved. Laying awake at 3 AM wondering who he was with that night, or if he was sitting infront of the TV; bored and lonely.

Kirishima swallows. He wonders if Bakugo did the same thing? Felt the same things?

"Kat..." He whispers softer, hardly audible. The blond smiles this time. He smiles, eyes closed so quietly. It's small and gentle, so soft and yet so bright.

"Eijirou." He offers back, and Kirishima feels his whole body light with a fire he didn't know was waiting for it's match. He rubs his thumb across that pale cheek, eyes hooding as he breathes out slowly.

He leans forward, and he kisses the blond softly. It's chaste, and quick, hardly a peck, and he waits for an inevitable punch to the face.

He sits there, surprised with himself but looking at the blonds face. Bakugo looks surprised too, crimson eyes open now and staring forward wide eyed. He stares just past the red heads face, and Kirishima feels his heart slam against his ribs like its trying to tattoo itself against his chest.

Bakugo reaches forward, and Kirishima flinches as it brushes against his chest unsteadily. Bakugo's brows furrow in some kind of concentration as Kirishima holds perfectly still, looking down at the hand thats slowly traveling up his sweater.

He feels his breath go unsteady as featherlight fingertips brush up his collar bone and shoulder, sliding up his neck so slowly thats it damn near exhilarating. He brings in a steady breath of air as three fingers brush just against his bottom lip, and Bakugo's eyes look right into his at that moment.

Kirishima stares into those eyes, knowing that he can't see him, but he feels seen either way. Kirishima swallows tightly, and lump forming in his throat as Bakugo's thumb traces against his lips.

"Katsuki-"

"Eij..."

He swallows whatever words where about to come out of his mouth as Bakugo uses his name in such a soft voice. He blinks at him, holding still as stone.

Bakugo's eyes move back and forth slightly, as if he's trying to search the red heads face even though he can't see it. Then his brows furrow just slightly, tenting at the softest angle.

"I miss this." He whispers softly, and Kirishima lungs cease to move.

He reaches up, slowly running his fingers over the back of the blonds hand. Bakugo swallows, adams apple bobbing as the larger man moves closer on the bed.

"Me too." He whispers back. Bakugo's lips are parted just slightly, and Kirishima wants so bad to kiss them again.

Bakugo's thumb moves from his lips and to his cheek, sliding there gently before he shifts forward and kisses the corner of the red heads lips. Kirishima smiles, moving his face over just slightly as he leans forward and kisses him properly.

"Show off. I can't see." The blond hisses out softly. Kirishima smiles, kissing his lips again.

The kisses are so gentle. Kirishima sighs against the other man's lips, reaching his own hands up again and caressing the blonds cheeks. Bakugo hums, and slowly they lean back.

Kirishima brings in a deep breath, and kisses the blond with a little more eagerness as he gets him down against the bed. He's mindful of the other boys arm as he shifts to lean over him better, still kissing him gently and quietly.

Their breath becomes stuttered and heavy as they grip at eachother, Kirishima's arm tucking just around the blonds upper body as Bakugo's arm wraps around his neck. Kirishima huffs as a tongue presses against his mouth, and he opens up willingly.

"Eijirou..." His voice is so soft, and Kirishima nearly groans into his mouth, brushing a hand through those blond locks. He makes sure not to pull at the bandages.

Kirishima's heart beats hard as a hand slides into the hair on the back of his head, and he hums as he's kissed quickly, tongue and lips working against his own. He groans, shifting forward until Bakugo legs are up around his own hips.

Bakugo pulls away slowly, and Kirishima opens his eyes, breathing heavily as their noses brush together, foreheads bumping. Kirishima slowly follows him down, and kisses his neck, nipping at his jugular and pulling out a choked a noise.

"Fuck." Bakugo's voice is out of breath, cheeks red as he flops his head back against the pillow. Kirishima feels his chest flood with euphoria.

"In the drawer-" Kirishima looks up as the other man speaks, voice heavy,"There's... Condoms and shit in the drawer."

Kirishima goes wide eyed, face feeling really hot. It was hot before but now its worse,"Y-You-"

"I thought we were, are we not?" Bakugo's eyes bore into the ceiling, face so red that Kirishima swears he's reflecting his own.

"Are you... Sure..." He asks quietly, and the blonds mouth turns into a thin line,"I've only been with a few guys before Yumi Kat-"

"And I've only been with one. So can we just..." The blond huffs heavily, closing his eyes as he clenches his jaw.

Kirishima swallows tightly, the atmosphere suddenly very uncomfortable and stressed. He shifts up, hovering over the other man.

"We don't have to." He whispers. Bakugo's eyes open, and Kirishima can see the pain and fear hidden in them as he frowns,"We could just kiss... And cuddle."

"...Do you actually want this?"

Kirishima hovers there, struck into silence as Bakugo stares just past his head, eyes worried, and contemplative. Kirishima swallows, and shifts his weight on his arms, bringing in a stuttered breath as the blonds hands grab at the wrists next to his shoulders.

"I don't want... To..." The blond loses his words, crimson eyes growing distant as they continue to stare just past the red heads head,"I don't want this to be... Another thing where you do what you want and leave when you get cold feet."

"I-I..." Kirishima swallows,"Of course... I want you."

"Yeah... But do you want this?" Bakugo's hands grip his wrists tighter, body tense,"Do you want a relationship. One where we take care of eachother and make sure we're both ok. Where we hold hands in public and fuck when we want and not because it's... Like it is right now."

Kirishima blinks, heart ramming,"Is this about-"

"Yes. It's about you. Cause if you want, then I'll do it. But if you're not sure, then I don't want shit to do with this kind of relationship with you right now. I don't wanna be with someone who wants to hide." Bakugo's eyes stare just past him, and Kirishima wishes he knew how the blond was feeling right now. He's wishes he could read his mind,"Not because I won't wait... Or because I don't wanna deal with you. But because I don't want it to be like last time. I don't wanna be stuck pretending all the time. I want you to make a concious effort." He whispers,"So if we're doing this... I need that from you."

Kirishuma swallows, ruby eyes darting all around as his mind turns to mush. His whole body shivers, and he wishes he could control the amount of emotions washing through him.

He looks back down at Bakugo, and finds the other man with his eyes closed, waiting patiently for a response. The tight look on his face says that he's quickly getting annoyed though, which is expected.

He brings in a stuttered breath, and all of the thoughts that he's had for the last few days come rushing back, making him think about how much he's willing to give up for his own happiness. He's so tired of being miserable, he's so tired of being stuck in this hole of misery that he can't seem to fill with any amount of training, or partners, or work. He can't make himself happy by continuing to hide, and he knows that. He knows.

The red head bites his lip, chest feeling tight as he makes a frustrated noise. He needs to move on from this overwhelming fear of being caught. He knows people don't like it, and he knows his grandparents are resentful towards it, but he's so tired of pleasing those people. In the midst of pleasing these people he finds himself anxious and upset every time, unable to feel good about pleasing them. He should be hapoy that they're happy, but he's not, and he finds himself resenting them deep down in his heart.

He looks back up to find Bakugo staring right at him now. He knows the blond can't see, and he knows that he isn't looking at anything but darkness, but Kirishima feels his heart skip, watching as those beautiful crimson eyes dart over his face, even if he can't focus his pupils on him.

"Bakugo..." He whispers his name softly, heart aching as his stomach twists as if someone is nailing it down with a screw. He breathes, and licks his lips, looking at the other mans strong jaw, admiring the way his face is shaped, and staring at the way his eyes shift ever so slightly. Those blond brows are raised in annoyed-question, lips perked in mild anger as he waits patiently. Which is a rare sight from Kirishima's knowledge.

He smiles as he feels this huge lump grow in his throat, and he leans down, hand very gently reaching up to push blond bangs back. He kisses the blonds forehead, and Bakugo breathes out softly.

"It'll..." Kirishima pushes his hands beneath his body, hugging him close and wishing they could stay there forever,"Take me... Some adjusting... And some time... But..."

"Ok..." Bakugo whispers back, and Kirishima winces as the emotions get the better of him, his heart slamming against his chest as Bakugo's hands dig into his back,"Ok."