Its been months since Bakugou's death.

Kirishima could still hear his voice.

He could still hear his footsteps in the room.

He still wakes up to kiss Bakugou to realize... he wasn't there.

It's been 3 months since they last seen Kirishima eat, talk, laugh or even smile.

It's been 2 months since Kirishima didn't accept the food they put infront of his door.

It's been 2 months since anyone saw Kirishima go outside.

It's been 1 month since they stopped hearing Kirishima cry in the middle of the night when he thought no one heard.

But they did.

"Kiri... it's time to go." Sero knocked on the door bfore coming inside.

"Kirishima! Why aren't you ready yet?" Sero scolded the red head who was still in pajamas eating a pizza that looked weeks old, eyes looking like he has cried for weeks.

"Ready for what?" Kirishima asked his husband's- Bakugou's funeral wasn't today.

"Quit the bullshit Kirishima! We are going to Bakugou's funeral." Sero groaned not liking where this was going. He was in complete denial that Bakugou was dead!

"What do you mean by 'Bakugou's funeral'? Katsuki is alive! See!" Sero was left dumbfounded as Kirishima pulled a human-sized Bakugou doll beside him.

'This guy.' Sero just stood there too shook to say anything.

"What the fuck are you blabbing about Tape arms? I'm here and i'm fucking alive!" Kirishima manipulated the doll to move his lips to match Kirishima's voice as he tried to copy Bakugou's voice.

"Kiri..." Sero had no idea what to say. "I know you are upset, but its been MONTHS already... you have to snap out of this please! Everyone is worried about you! Fuck, even Monoma has asked about you! Katsuki isn't ali-"

"Katsuki is alive okay! SEE! KATSUKI IS FUCKING HERE! KATSUKI ISN'T DEAD!" Kirishima held Sero up by his necktie, tears starting to form on his eyes once again.

"Katsuki isn't dead! I c-can still see him! Why wont you believe me?!"

"You have to accept that Katsuki is dead and you can't do anything about it!" Sero pushed Kirishima back, making Kirishima stumble back back on the beanbag he was sitting on before as he trembled and started to shake as tears started to flow down his face.

"Katsuki isn't dead!" Kirishima roared hitting Sero in the chest multiple times but Sero just took them.

"Bakugo is not dead!" Kirishima shouted at him punching him and punching him until punches turned into screaming and screaming turned into crying and crying turned into sobbing as he broke down on the ground.

"K-katsuki is-isn't dead!"

Sero hugged his best friend as he let him cry.

"Have you ever heard of the time when me and Bakugou trully became friends?" Sero asked Kirishima.

"No..." Kirishima quietly answered.

"Well it was in our 1rst year and Monoma was being an asshole and was bullying me.."

"Hey! Tape dude!" Monoma called out to him.

"What do you want?" Sero asked irritated as he just wanted to finally EAT after getting punnished by Aizawa and having to get extra drills.

Today really wasn't his day. He woke up late, he fell on a mud puddle causing him to have to take a bath again so he got to class late, he had a massive headache, his head was above the clouds the whole practice match and now Monama is here to tease him again.

"I heard that you were swept by Todoroki in the practice match, but i guess it's not the first time it happened, is it?" Monoma taunted.

"Yeah, so what?" Sero snapped back, not in the mood at deal with the copycat's taunting today.

"Are you sure you are meant to be in class 1-A? I thought class 1-A was supposed to be full of strong, talented and useful prodigies but you're so... what's the word for it? plain." Sero felt tears form in his eyes as he heard the word once again as memories started to cloud his mind.

"Your so plain... i wished i didn't give birth to a mistake like you." My mom said as she hit me again, my dad shouting at her to stop it in the backgrond before he fainted.

"Lemme get this straight! Your quirk is TAPE! OH MY GOD LOOK EVERYONE! HANTA'S QUIRK IS SO PLAIN!" His crush once told him as the other kids just laughed chanting plain over and over again.

"I thought UA students were supposed to be strong, yet all you can do is fucking copy someone else's quirk. What if your fighting a quirkless alone? How will you able to come up with a solution when all you do is fucking talk and put other people down. When all you do is settle, not moving forward. Stay in your place, shitty extra. Cause unlike you Sero over here has a half decent unique quirk and he is always moving forward toward his goal. Dont talk shit on people when you dont even think of yourself." Sero looked at Bakugou in suprise... Bakugou defended him?

'When did he get here?' Sero felt a spark of relief and admiration go through his veins... Bakugou Katsuki thought he had a decent quirk?

"Coming from the villain beast of class 1-A? Suprise your saying that when all you do is talk shit on others too. You piece of lowly dirt." Monoma smirked at the blond, probably expecting him to blow up and cause a riot.

"I dont talk shit on others, i just speak what i see cause unlike you i have clear eyes. I'd rather be considered fucking dirt than shitty plastic like you. I just dont sugar coat my words, now get out of our way, extra." Sero felt a unfamilliar, intimidating yet calming aura coming from the blond as he grabed his arm and walked past the dumbfounded copycat.

Bakugou Katsuki thought he had a half-decent quirk.

Bakugou Katsuki thought he was strong.

Bakugou thought he had a unique quirk.

Someone believed he was unique.

'Unique.' Sero liked the sound of that.

"I still remember what that felt until now. It probably meant nothing to him but it was life changing for me... and i dont think i'll ever forget it." Sero said tears forming in his eyes.

"I'm sad too Kirishima... the person who gave me so much confidence, so much worth... the person who called me unique and believed i was strong is... dead... How do you think i feel Kiri? But you know what? Bakugou would rather want me to be and i'd rather be dirt than shitty plastic cause dirt always moves forward while plastic gets stuck everywhere for years until it decomposes and rots cause it wont find a way to move forward." Sero started using the anology Bakugou used years ago, finally completely understanding what it means.

"I'd rather be the stupid dirt that ends up everywhere than a stupid plastic that stays in one place, too afraid to move forward so they just pretend everything is just desame and that nothing has changed but he thought me life dosent work that way. If we wont move forward even just a little bit... when will we? Bakugou would want you to move forward Kirishima and i do too."

"Bakugou wouldn't want us to be plastic that denies and covers up the truth. He wouldnt want us to run away, he would want us to always move forward head strong. To never forget ourselves and where we came from. Cause that is why we are here."

Kirishima was just speechless as Sero sighed as he stood up to leave. 'Guess i cant just change his mind after one talk but... i'm relieved for some reason.'  He thought to himself walking towards the door.

"Sero." Sero turned back as he heard his name.

"I havent been acting manly at all, have i?"

"Yeah, you really haven't."