Kirishima woke up late, and feeling completely and totally awful. He'd somehow slept through the 4 alarms he had set to wake up and give Bakugou the send off he deserved. He wanted to give Bakugou all the support he could possible need, even if the blonde wouldn't admit it to anyone. Throwing himself out of his bed, and not  bothering with a shirt Kirishima ran down the hall hoping to catch Bakugou before he left. Down the stairs and into the common room Kirishima dodged past a very confused Ida trying to make it to the doors where he could just see Bakugou throwing a bag into a car and climbing in. 

"Wait-!" Kirishima yelled as He slammed through the dorm room doors, "Bakubro!"  But the silver car was already gone, pulling out of the drive way. Kirishima was forced to settle for waving at the car hoping Bakugou noticed the single person send off.

"Hey dude? You OK?" Denki asked sticking his head out the door.

"Yeah, I guess so, I Didn't get to say Bye to Bakugou though." Kirishima sighed , His whole body feeling heavy.

"Where did he go?"

"To get the surgery, I guess its for the better..."

"Kirishima! Please obtain proper dress ware for the common area!" Ida's Stood in the door way.

"Yeah, Sorry about that." Kirishima muttered throwing  one last glance at the direction his best frined, and crush, had disappeared too.

***

Kirishima was sitting on the couch. Considering if it the effort it would take him to get to his room was worth a nap. He probably needed one considering he felt like death. When Bakugou came back to the dorms. He looked just as grumpy as normal, and had his back pack slung over a sholder, he was fiddling with it, trying to find something.

"Bakubro! Your Back!"

"Bakugou?" The rest fo the Bakusquad Repeated from the kitchen and a two resounding 'Kacchans'.

"Who the fuck-" Bakugou growled Looking up to see Kirishima, "Oh, Its you."

"Are you feeling better?" Kirishima said.

"Why the fuck would you care?  Fucking weirdo." And with that He was gone.

Mina Stood in shock at the kitchen door, "Uhhh....? Blasty?" She called after him.

"It was like he didn't remeber you." Sero observed.

Kirishima chest felt infintely tighter as he stared at his friends, Bakugou couldn't just not rmemeber him! Thats not how the surgery is suppose to work, your only suppose to for get the person you love.

Forget the person you love.

"The person he loved..." Izuku said having watdched the sence play out, " It was you."

Kirishima just nodded sharply. Bakugou Loves him.

Bakugou use to love him.

" I- I'm going to go see Aunt Em..." Kirishima said stumbling towards the doors.

" Is he going to be OK?" Denki asked quitely.

" I  sure hope so," Sero said, Thinking very hard about a conversation he'd had with the red haired boy only last week.

***

It's really unmanly to run away from your problems, but sometimes, just sometimes Its better then the alterantive. Kirishima sat In the little cafe his aunt owned with a cup of hot chocolate questioning every disision he had made leading up to this point. Gloomly watching the streets Kirishima came to the realization just how bad the situation he was in was. Literal months of work getting close to gaingin the respect of and falling in love with Bakugou wasted becaue Kirishima had been wrong.

"I won't stand for such moping," Aunt Em said, Setting down a tray of cookies, " eat a cookie and pass your sorrows."

Kirishima reached for a clover shaped cookie taking a bite he muttered, " You were right."

"Was I? About what dear?"

"He did Like me."

" Well thats wonderful, But whats the catch?"

"He already got the surgery and Now he doesn't remeber me?" Kirishima  rested his head on his hand as he tried to avoid his Aunts prying gaze. She meerly tutted as if someone forgetting you interily wasn't a base for giving up all hope of them ever loving you.

" Oh Honey," She gave him a sad smile, " my sweet sweet boy, If he fell in love with you once I'm sure he will again."

"I don't even know if he can after the surgery."

At that Aunt Em stood, And curled her arms around Kirishima, Hugging him tight to her. "Oh My sunshine, you'll find a way, I know You will." She whispered rubbing circles into his back.

*~*
When kirishima got back to the dorms he didn't feel even an once better, holding a thermostat of hot tea to his chest as he wondered the common room floor aimlessly.

" Dude, Are you sure your ok?" Denki spike up on kirishima 3rd lap from the kitchen weaving through the couches and down the hall passed the bathrooms to the stair case and back.

Kirishima clutched the thermos closer, "No?"

Mina sat dead bolt. "We are going to solve this! He has no right to treat you like that! After all you've done for him!"

"It's not his fault Mina, he can't remember- well I guess I don't know exactly what he can't remember but I'm sure if he did-"

"Bullshit. I call bullshit, he very clearly Knew who you were he just didn't care!" Mina stood up, " I have half a mind to go up there and-"

Sero cut her off, " Mina we can't just force Bakugou to remember, we might do more harm then good."

Kirishima smiles weakly at them, " Yeah, and besides... maybe he'll remember soon? It could be an affect of anesthesia." He tried to sound enthusiastic but his voice fell flat from the weight of not believing it. "I think, I think I could use a nap."

"Ok, but you just call if you need us," Mina leaned over the couch to give him a hug, "I mean it."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks guys."

*~*

Bakugou was sat on his bed thinking. He had the vaguest Idea that something wasn't right. It might have been just the bandages and the chemical smell of hospital that he just couldn't get out of his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, but it wasn't a constant state of unease.

Bakugou knew it had been three days sense he got the surgery, he also knew the only reason they let him out of the hospital was because "they did not have the facilities to maintain a safe environment for all patients." So what if He'd gone a little stir crazy.

So it it wasn't the hospital, and now daily visits to recovery girl, what was it? It had been strongest when he'd first gotten back, walking into the common room. He knew it well, he could remember every detail of it, every movie night and fist fight. He remembered chasing Denki around the furniture, and an argument he'd had with candy cane. The kitchen he could also remember, Mina burning her hand trying to make spaghetti and win a bet, and a cook off with The cake man. Hell! Bakugou could even remember trying to talk sero through a easy as fuck math problem well he'd tried a new recipe.

But it all felt flat. Like the memories where missing something, he'd know as soon as he'd seen the red head that it was him. Bakugou could remember this guy, shitty hair, he'd been something like a leader in a friend group. Bakugou could remember reaching for his hand, he could remember sitting on his bed trying to help him with his upcoming test.

Bakugou could remember this kid perfectly fine but he could feel anything. It was like the memories themselves held no mean. They were just there rolling around in his skull taking up space.

It almost distrub Bakugou how many memories he had of this person, Kirishima might be his name. He knew so much about this guy but he didn't know why, it was like someone had dropped a bunch of memories of someone into his mind, someone he never meant but knew so much about. Someone you didn't have any interesting in knowing but somehow knew more about then any other person.

"Fucking weird." Bakugou muttered, deciding no to let it unnerve him and instead to go to bed.

*~*

That might as Kirishima lair still in bed, he thought. It was almost painful how much he thought. The words tearing into his mind, taloned raptures feasting oh his confidence and perching on his heart. He's forgotten you.... And he'll never remember, he'll never want to be your friend again. All things he wish he could just let go off but the worst sat deep in the pit of his stomach.

He'll NEVER love someone like you, he'll never remember you.

Kirishima felt his whole body tense, as he struggled to breath, his body shivered and he felt cold as he pulled the blanket closer around him. His head pounded with the rhythm of his heart as the words fell into place, clicking like puzzle pieces.

He'll never love you, he'll never remember you.

" He won't..." Kirishima felt his chest squeeze and he coughed violently. "He won't remember me... He'd never love me..."

Two tiny blue petals sat perched on his arm. Small speckles of blood covered them.

"He's forgotten." 

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Wow, I wrote the later half of this is 30 minutes. This is going to be the "canonical" ending so that the second book make sense, the second book will be put up soon and it will be called "Bloody Bouquet: Forget Me Not" I hope you enjoy that one too.