Bakugou shrugged on his coat, it would probably be freezing on top of the mountain. It was almost winter. The sun was setting earlier and earlier everyday, and Bakugou could honestly say winter was the worse season of the bunch. As Bakugou yanked on his hiking boots he thought about what he was about to do. He'd been planning it all week, since right after he'd meant Kirishimas aunt.

Bakugou hadn't been sure he was going to go through with it until last night when he was laying alone in the dark. He'd been forced to admit to himself, that he didnt want to forget. He hated the mere thought of forgetting. He didn't even know what he'd forget, the doctors couldn't or wouldn't tell his shit about it. Would he forget all the memories of him? Every memory, Even the ones with other people? Would he only forget his feelings? Would he even be able to love again? It wasn't a risk he was willing to take, to forget everything, to forget how to love and be loved. Granted he was shit at that anyway but that surgery would rip from him something more important. It could mean, forgetting Kirishima.

Bakugou grabbed the gray backpack off his desk, as usual his mother had been right, Not that he'd ever admit it. The backpack was at the very back of his closet, near his own set of cornea burning orange crocs Kirishima had given him and a bin full of various skin tone markers.

The bag already had a med kit, some emergency rations, and the shirt Bakugou had been look for fucking ever. Bakugou shoved some extra gloves and a camera, even some of the dry as fuck energy bars he had left over. As Bakugou slipped the bag over his shoulder and looked around. checking the mental list he had made in his head. He grabbed the stack of letters off his table, flicking through to find the ones he needed. He left three of the cream envelopes on his desk. And took the other nineteen envelopes with him as he locked his door.

Bakugou stalked down the dimly lit hall. It was barely four in the morning so he wasn't concerned with anyone catching him as he balanced the single red envelope on the door knob. This one was the most important he thought as he made sure it wouldn't fall off by someone walking by. He stood up straight staring at it daring it to move from its perch. When he was sure the letter wouldn't move before Kirishima opened the door he continued his trek. The most important letter delivered, he left the others in his class mates respective " seats" scattered around the common room. Filling up his water battle Bakugou made sure he had his train ticket and closed the common rooms door quietly behind him.

*~*

Bakugou got to the preserve at about 5 he figured Kirishima and the rest of his class would be getting up in about an hour , a few might even have even read The notes already. The visitor center wasn't even open yet as Bakugou walked around the gate dropping some money into the donation box on his way by. His phone was turned off, and he had forgotten his ear buds at home so he walked the trail in silence, with only the quite chirping of the few birds left that late in the year. The chill made the tips of his fingers cold.

Bakugou pulled on the gloves he had packed, as he made his way up the mountain, pure unbridled determination and border line rage fueled his hike, he was determined to get to the top of the mountain. He wanted to get to the top. No. He NEEDED to get to the top, for himself for- Bakugou gritted his teeth against the tightness in his chest. He didn't have time for this shit.

*~*

* POV Kirishima*

Kirishima Woke up early, He Knew Bakugou always woke up early, and he wanted to be sure he got to say goodbye to him before the surgery. He knew Bakugou didn't want to get it, but from the sounds of it He wasn't being given much choice in the matter. So, Kirishima threw on a sweat shirt and grabbed a pair of black crocs. He knew Bakugou wouldn't even let him in his room if he wasn't wearing a shirt, Something about catching a cold or whatever. Not like Bakugous room wasn't almost uncomfortably warm most of the time.

As he threw open his door ready to give his Cru- Bestfriend the endless amount of support he needs but won't admit he needs, Kirishima saw a envelope fall to the floor. It was red, almost crimson.

A confession? Who Could that be from?

KIrishima picked it up thinking he'd open it later, he had more improtant things to do, Until he saw the fine handwriting on one side.

"To The Fucking Sun." Kirishima read, I've never had a a confession addressed like that before, Maybe I'll read it over breakfast.

Kirishima made his way down the stairs two at a time until He got to the first floor, MAking his way to the commons room, letter in hand.

"Oh My Gods! Kriirhsima! Wheres Bakugou?"

***

The video ended with a sad looking Bakugou, he had a little bit of blood at either corner of his mouth, the sun was casting shadows on his face and his eyes where squinted against it as he fiddle to turn the camera off. On the ground near by was a pile of Petals his body had forced out of him, disrupting his words and breaking his sentences in half, shredding him from the inside out, as He spoke. On the very top of the pile was a fully formed flower, steam and all.

Kirishima sat back on the couch were he was sitting letting out a shaky breathe as he looked up from the computer. What the hell, Is what he wanted to say, Why would you show that to me? Its all my fault! But he couldn't say that to Bakugous family, They had lost there son as much as Kirishima had lost his best friend. He'd lost a bit more then that, He'd lost a future he hadn't known he was craving until he started to lose it.

He had lost the only chance he would have gotten because he was to afraid to ask. Or maybe Bakugou had been to afraid to ask. it didn't matter now anyway, It was too late and Kirishima felt the weight of it fall heavily on his shoulders. " I didn't know..." Is what he said instead.

In front of him sat Bakugous, Katsuki's mother and father, Holding each others hands like they were afraid the other would disappear on them. "Kirishima, We want to ask you a favor-" Started Masura.

"-Will you speak at Bakugous memorial?"

" OH I couldn't-"

"We think its what Katsuki would have wanted." One started.

"And We want people to remember the Katsuki you knew, not the angry boy he tried to be."

Kirishima gave them a stiff nod. It was settled then. The weight seemed to fuse to his very soul as he stumbled to his feet and wandered slowly out of the common room where they had met up. He took the elevator to his floor, taking shaky breathes as he stood outside of Katsukis door. Resting his head against it he whispered so not even Jiro or shijo would have been able to hear him, If they were listening.

"I loved you, Katsuki."

***

Katsukis funeral didn't feel like a funeral, All of class 1-a stood silently around the room, most baring a shell shocked look from seeing Bakugou laid out in a casket. a few where crying. Maybe it didn't feel real because He didn't seem like someone who could ever die. As reckless and loud mouthed as he was he always exuded an air of confidence matched by few. he'd felt untouchable, if anyone was going to jump into a burning building and get out alive it should have been him. He would have smiled like a maniac and charge the flames yelling die as he launched himself into danger. He'd claim he was only after the villain he was sure was in there, but rest assure the child that had been trapped in the second floor that everyone had though was already dead would be brought out unscathed.

That's how it should have been.

Kirishima silently wished Katsuki would sit deadbolt and Frown at the gathering and offering some comment or another like, ' Why the hell are all you dumbasses crying?' But of course he didn't. And the weight tied to Kirishimas soul tugged at the edge of his heart.

"Kiri-Kirishima?" A wobbly voice asked from behind him, barly audible. Kirishima turned to see the tear stained face of Midoriya. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. further behind him stood Shinsou, a medical mask covered his face but he held the same tired expression as MIdoriya, "Kirishima- W-why? Why didn't" He choked through another sob.

Midoriya had been one of the few students who had been aware of Bakugou condition. Even when he had been forced to stay out of school for a week the others weren't told about it. Even now many of the class didn't even know what had happened. Just that the classes viscous but oddly lovable class mate was no longer with them. Kirishima still wasn't sure what he was going to tell the class.

He didn't know what to tell the sobbing boy so he merely opened his arms to offer a hug. After a few seconds he was forced to hand the sobbing boy to Shinsou. It was time for him to speak.

Kirishima stood at a small wooden podium, Aizawa had somehow managed to get everyone to there seats. It almost made Kirishima mad how normal Aizawa was acting, he kept the same shuffled-tired walk and he looked the same as always. Almost. If you didn't look him in his eyes you wouldn't even notice the small cracks in his heart. Brazen and serious as he was He would give anything to keep his students alive and healthy. In fact he had given much for them, and would continue to stand next to them as they said there words of farewell. He'd continue to nod solemnly at Kirishima when he needed support, like he did now.

"I- Well, We all Knew Bakugou," Kirishima started, " We knew him in all his Explosion slinging kicking ass glory. I know your only suppose to say good things at a funeral, But we all met a rude kid that would do anything to get to the top. We all Talked to a firey boy with so many spikes no body wanted to risk getting close. I remember some people saying I was crazy for trying to get close to a ticking time bomb, and maybe I was, but it was worth it."

Some of the class had a small, barley perceivable crescents of a smile, remembering their class mate, most wouldn't have called him a friend, But the few who did knew what Kirishima was talking about. " I'm not saying he was perfect, he was far from it, but none of us are, No Bakugou was far from perfect but he was Human. And he fell in love, and he gave everything he had to that love. He fell in love with being a hero, with Defeating Villains and saving the day. Yeah he fell in love with the notarity , but he also fell in love with saving lives. He fell in love with eliminating problems to help people, in one way or another."

Ok, maybe this was getting away from him, Kirishima thought, " But you Know what? He loved us, our class despite his attitude, he loved each of us in a way. I've read every letter, and He really did care for us in his own, sometime screwed up, way. And he died to remember us."

" And if you ask me, I think Bakugou, Katsuki, 'King explosion murder', Ground Zero, I think He was the manliest Hero I'll ever Meet. And I think He'd hate those flowers." At the end Kirishima shoved a thumb towards one of the baskets of flowers, A bouquet of pink Peonies.

They really should have specified what type of flowers they wanted at the funeral.