August 18th, Sunday

(Momo)

I sat down at the dining table for breakfast, yawning lightly while I waited for the food to be served. Normally, I would help out in the kitchen but I stayed up way too late talking to Jirou, Mina and Kirishima last night which made me miss my alarm. I haven't done that in years.

Speaking of Kirishima, he seemed upset last night. He just finished a hike with Bakugo and they both went back to Bakugo's house. Something must've happened, usually whenever we speak Bakugo would join in sometimes. He completely ignored Kirishima. There wasn't any action, words spoken. There was absolutely nothing.

Now, that's a crisis.

Kirishima is pretty much the only person who can make Bakugo calm down. The only other person who can do it would be Jirou or Mina but that would depend on how pissed Bakugo is.

I'm worried about both of them.

"Your morning tea, madam." A cup was placed in front of me and I nodded to the housemaid gratefully. I picked it up and took a sip out of it before sighing. "Your parents have been called in for a meeting early this morning. They will not be back until... perhaps around 10 at night. If you need anything, please call us," another housemaid informed me, placing down a small bowl of salad and a plate of omurice in front of me.

I nodded while smiling. "Thank you, you are free to do whatever you wish. I'll be going out later," I informed them before picking up the eating utensils laid out.

They won't be home for dinner again. I sighed, shoving a spoon of the delicious omurice into my mouth. It's pretty boring here at home. I would read again but I have been doing that for the past few days and I'm getting tired doing it over and over again.

I squeaked out of surprise as my phone started to ring. I answered it without looking at the caller ID and my phone changed to Kirishima looking ahead. He was walking, seeing how the background behind him was changing.

He glanced down and grinned at me, bringing the phone up a little higher so it showed his side profile instead. "Hey, Momo!" he greeted me cheerfully.

I placed my phone onto the table and waved while finishing up the rest of my food quickly. "Good morning, Kirishima," I said. I stacked the bowl onto the plate with the eating utensils and brought them to the kitchen quickly, carrying my phone with one hand. I placed the dishes in the sink and one of our housemaids walked in. She quickly chased me away, saying she'll handle it. I thanked her before actually looking at my phone, smiling apologetically at Kirishima.

"Why'd you call?," I asked. I hesitated before asking, "Where's Bakugo...?".

He chuckled sadly at that while scratching the back of his head. "Well, uh, he's at home, last I checked. Did I mess up yesterday? Yep. He's pretty much ignoring me right now and I don't know how to approach him. I called you since I need help...," he muttered the last two sentences.

Oh, I'll definitely help.

"How do I, apologize and confess at the same time...? I have a feeling he was hoping I would say more yesterday when I was supposed to confess...," he said guiltily, entering what seems to be a cafe. He walked up to the cashier and placed an order before walking to a table and sitting down.

How do you apologize and confess... together.

I think he means how to do it, in a way that Bakugo would be happy. Looking at the surface the obvious answer is to put both of them together and well, do it.

This is Bakugo.

This is Kirishima.

Both of them have an unbreakable bond with each other and it has been like this for three years.

"What does he like, I'm sure you know this, You put that knowledge to use, and do it again. Be straightforward, and just do it. I'm sure he would appreciate it," I said.

Is there a way to do it better?

Honestly, I can't help much in this situation. I don't know Bakugo on a deeper level very well, but Kirishima does. All I can do is give him advice and encouragement.

He thought for a moment as he thanked the waiter absentmindedly, taking a sip out of his coffee.

"Look, Kirishima. I can't help you out a lot in this situation, but all I can say is, just go talk things out with him. He appreciates you a lot. He definitely would want you in his life no matter what happens," I explained.

He drank finished his coffee and nodded slowly before smiling at me. He walked out of the cafe. "Thank you so much, Momo," he said, looking deep in thought while crossing the road.

He held the phone in his right hand, the camera was moving because his arm was swinging and I saw a car driving quickly, coming closer and closer by the second. I realized what was going to happen and my eyes widened.

"KIRI, CAR, WATCH O-," I screamed.

The call cut off and I'm left staring at a blank screen.

(And I ooop....)

××××××

(Bakugo-) :)

I skinned the potatoes and washed them silently while the old hag chopped carrots for lunch. Something is wrong or... something is going to go wrong, Kirishima isn't back yet, he said he went to get some coffee nearby in his text.

It's been an hour since he left and 45 minutes since I woke up. The cafe isn't far from here. He should be back by now. Maybe he saw a dog and went to pet it? Did he see something interesting and went to check it out? Maybe he was in the park...

...He should be fine.

At least, I fucking hope so.

I hadn't talked to him since our hiking trip. We only exchanged a few words such as 'good night' or 'are you hungry'.

Slicing the potatoes while my mother dumped the diced carrots into the pot. She shuffled around the kitchen, grabbing a few ingredients here and there and started to defrost the chicken. I tried to ignore my gut feeling, but it's near impossible since my gut is always right.

Nothing seems out of the blue here. The old man was sitting in the living room, typing away at his laptop occasionally and sketching the design of the jacket.

I glanced up at the clock. It's been an hour since he was gone.

I stabbed the kitchen knife into the cutting board and washed my hands quickly. "I'm heading out,'' I muttered and the old hag tsked at me before shooing me away, telling me she'll handle lunch while smiling slightly.

I grabbed the keys, wallet and my phone before putting on my shoes, hopping around a little and rushed out the door, slamming it behind me without a care. I started to jog slowly before sprinting to the cafe, using the shortcuts that would lead to the back entrance of the establishment.

Halfway there, my phone started to ring. I snarled and answered, Momo's voice was clear but I ignored her in favour of shoving open the door and looking around. Kirishima isn't here. I walked up to the cashier. Momo was saying something about a car crash that happened.

"Did you see a red-haired idiot with spiky hair and sharp teeth?," I yelled at the woman.

"He went out a few minutes ago," she replied quickly.

I turned around quickly and stormed out of the cafe. Momo sounded panicked and I finally snapped at her.

"What!".

I was running along the pavement to the pedestrian crossing nearby.

"KIRISHIMA, HE, A CAR RAN-".

The rest of her words didn't register in my brain as I reached the pedestrian crossing. An ambulance was there. There were people covering their mouths and splotches of blood on the road.

I started sprinting towards the stretcher-bearers that were nearing the ambulance, tears forming in my eyes.

"EIJIRO!," I screamed.

That was the car accident Momo was talking about. It was Kirishima who was in it.

One of the stretcher-bearers turned to look at me. She gave me a sympathetic look before lifting the stretcher into the ambulance.

"We'll take him to the hospital quickly. You have to be his family to enter...," she explained as quickly as possible.

I racked my brain trying to think of a reply. Fuckin, family?

"I'm his fiance," I muttered out quickly. She glanced at both of my hands before sighing. "Get in the front seat".

×××××

The first thing my brain can register out of this situation is: my entire body, HURTS. I feel sore like someone roughly threw me off the bed every day for a month straight. My head wouldn't stop pounding and I can't feel my left leg and my right arm.

God, what is that ringing sound?

I forced myself to open my eyes and I closed them immediately as the light was shining directly in my eyes. The sun, maybe?

I feel like I'm moving. Am I moving?

Yeah, I'm definitely moving. I don't feel like I'm walking, if I was walking I would know.

Why is that ringing sound getting louder?

It sounds like sirens...

"EIJIRO!"

I opened my eyes fully, cringing at the bright light that quickly turned dim. Was that Bakugo? I don't remember bringing Bakugo along with me.

Someone was speaking, a female and a male.

"...his fiance"

"Sir, please stay calm and try your best to stay awake", another male voice said. I tilted my head slightly and I see two... no, one... two... people around me...?

Something closed and I'm moving again. Am I moving or are we moving...? Where am I? The sirens sound really loud... am I in trouble?

I groaned as I tried to move my left leg, trying to get rid of the numbness in it. Instead, I felt a shot of pain spike through my entire body and I hissed.

Yeah, I'm definitely in trouble.

"Sir, please, stay calm and don't move".

Stay calm and don't move... what about Bakugo...? Is he okay? Why did I hear him just now? Is he okay?

"Sir, you'll be okay, we're close. Please stay calm..."

Close where...? Stay calm...

Someone is touching my right arm... Something soft and wet was poking it... maybe a tissue...

Stay calm...

I blinked over and over again trying to stay awake. I'm so tired... I want to sleep...

Stay awake, those words register in the back of my mind.

We're moving again, quickly. There are people shouting.

"You'll be fine, Eijiro... just try your best to stay awake..."

Katsu...ki...? Yeah... that was Bakugo Katsuki...

I felt the tiredness and numbing pain taking over me. I felt my eyes starting slip close even though I need to stay awake...

Stay awake...

I closed my eyes and gave in.

××××××

The ride to the hospital can be considered hell, but we managed to get here in time. It's already been 3 hours since the ride.

I already dialled his mothers and told my parents about him. Momo already informed the... Bakusquad and they're on the way. It might take a few hours depending on the train schedule for the squad and Kirishima's parents unless Tsubaki decides 'fuck it' and drives here instead...

I left the rest to Momo, informing the school... etc.

My phone rang again and I answered, wiping the stray tears rolling down my face.

"Bakugo! Tsubaki, Moeru and I are on the way, Kaminari and Sero are getting in the car and Jiro is heading to the hospital right now, she just said she's nearby," Mina informed, sniffling as she tried to keep her voice calm and collected.

"Okay". I can't bring myself to reply more. My shoulders started to shake as I held back a sob and failing to do so.

"Baby Shark is a part of the Kirishima family, Bakugo. He'll be okay," she said in determination, even though I can hear her crying quietly.

I can't see anything through my blurred vision. I wiped my eyes roughly as I felt a warm hand rubbing my back slowly. A hand patted my head as I heard my mom sitting down next to me.

"Masaru went to get some food. Just cry it all out, you'll be better...," she muttered.

I hear someone talking. Jiro and a male voice. A door closed, and another female voice joined in. My mom stopped her actions for a few seconds as she stood up to talk to the doctor.

Jiro's hand never left my back as she continued to rub it soothingly. I hear Mina breathing frantically, she must be listening to what the doctor and the nurse are saying.

I heard my mom sit back down next to me and she continued rubbing my head.

"Bakugo," Jiro said. I lifted my head and she smiled at me. "He's fine. He has a broken leg, two deep scratches on his right arm and a few bruises. There wasn't any internal bleeding thankfully. He might need to take a few days off from school, but overall, he's okay".

He's okay.

Eijiro is okay.

"Well thank fucking god for that," Kaminari said through the phone. I heard Sero whoop and Mina let out a sigh of relief.

Yeah, thank fucking god.

"We'll let you visit him first, maybe give you guys the time until your squad and his parents arrive," my mom said, smiling as she stood up and hauled me up from the chair.

I walked over to the door as I hesitantly shook my mother's grip off. Jiro nodded at me and I sighed before entering the room.

××××××

Everything is so bland in here.

Everything in here is practically monochrome. Crisp white sheets, light grey walls, dark grey shelves and cupboards. It makes me want to puke. Over the years, I got used to seeing colour around me. Mina literally has pink hair, Hagakure's room has many different shades of pink, Jiro's room is decked out in purple and Kirishima's room is cladded in red.

Hell, the only thing colourful about this room right now is Kirishima with his stupid hair.

I walked over to the bed and cringed at the white bedsheets. He would've wanted red but we can't put in a request for something so 'trivial'. I stood by the head of the bed and took in his injuries.

His right arm is bandaged and his left leg is in a cast. There were several band-aids over his left arm and one on his cheek. There was a nasty bruise on his stomach that had an ice pack cooling it.

I sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to the bed and grabbed his hand, gently rubbing his knuckles while waiting.

I waited...

and waited...

and waited.......

.

.

.

.

"Bakugo...?"

I blinked my eyes open. I released Kirishima's hand in favour of rubbing my eyes. I looked up from the bedsheets and looked around. Everything looks blurry, did I fall asleep?

"Bakugo..."

Right, Kirishima.

"How are you feeling...?," I asked hesitantly.

He tried to lift his right arm and a look of pain flashed across his pain. I bit my lip, as he looked at the cast. "Well, a car fucking rammed into you... you nearly got out of its way but...," I trailed off, looking at his leg.

He glanced at his leg and he paled slowly. "Mina and the others are on the way here... last I checked they were stuck in a jam...," I continued on, trying to take his mind off his injuries. "At least you didn't die... or some shit..," I muttered.

"Oh...," he said, poking his right arm while hissing. What an imbecile. "I was expecting something more explosive from you...," he said, chuckling.

I snarled and whacked the back of his head. "Do you seriously want me to be fucking explosive to you right now?," I said loudly, flicking his forehead. "Fucking imbecile, not looking out for cars and getting yourself into a fucking car accident. How fun it fucking is getting yourself hospitalised and bound to some shitty, uncomfortable fucking bed and eating disgusting hospital food until you get out. Amazing, having to change fucking your fucking cast and have the doctor check up on you for god fucking knows how long Eijiro!," I ended up yelling.

He stared at me before looking down at the blankets. "Yeah, yeah... I'm sorry...," he muttered.

Everything looked blurry. A tear slipped down slowly and I quickly rubbed my eyes with my sleeve.

"Hey... I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you", Kirishima said, reaching out and grabbing my hand.

"Fuck you," I yelled. "If you died, what the hell am I gonna fucking do? What the fuck am I going to do if you aren't around anymore...," I forced out while hiccupping, frantically rubbing my eyes before hiding my face in the crook of my arm, unable to stop the tears from flowing out.

"Bakugo...," he muttered, squeezing my hand tightly.

"Katsuki," I mumbled, sniffling as I did so.

He blinked at me before smiling, rubbing my knuckles slowly. "I swear, I won't leave you, okay? Trust me, Katsuki."

He keeps his promises, that I know. But, how would I know he can keep this one? Everyone leaves me at some point, some don't even try. The idiots in junior high? Fake, they ran as soon as I needed help. People around watched me drown, shouting for help, but they never move an inch. They just watched.

Everyone leaves the world at some point in their lives.

People die.

I can't do anything about that.

"Hey, come closer?," he asked hesitantly, tugging on my hand lightly.

I sat there before standing up to sit on the edge of the hospital bed, removing the arm I used to cover my eyes.

I watched as he released my hand and reach up to card his fingers through my hair slowly. He untangled my hair slowly before bringing his hand to rest at the nape of my neck.

His touch is warm, welcoming, but it burns. It feels like drowning, knowing he might leave me for someone better.

I'm just his best friend.

Closing my eyes as he pulled me towards him slowly, a tear slid down my cheek. I'll enjoy this while it lasts, I'm just his best friend. He'll find someone better eventually...

A pair of soft, chapped lips pressed against mine and I can't breathe any longer.

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Oooooooops........ my finger slipped.