~Hi! So I know it's Christmas so I wanted to get a chapter out. However, I still had to make it slightly depressing to follow the story line that I have planned out so I apologize. So fair warning, minimal cussing in Bakugo's Pov. I hope everyone is doing okay.~ 

Kirishima's Pov.

It was getting a bit awkward. We've been sitting here for at least fifteen minutes and neither of us has said a single word to each other. I didn't know how to start and he just didn't want to. Either way, I know it would be a long conversation. Glancing up at him I notice that he's fidgeting with his fingers a bit. It's something I had never seen him do but it was kind of cute. Especially since he had a bit of a pout on his face. And here I am getting way off-topic. Should I just start by asking why he left in the first place? He might get defensive about that though. Probably not the best idea. Maybe I could ask what's bothering him. Then if I ask him that he'll just get offended and send an explosion to my face. Well, it's one of those.

"Bakugo, why did you leave. Did we do something at school?" Not what I planned to say but it might work out better.

"You idiots didn't do anything." He just responded with that and stopped. 

"Okay, then what did happen." Yep, he's now upset. I pushed too far. I'm dead now.

Bakugo's Pov.

"I hurt my dad with my quirk okay! I lashed out like I always do! That's it! Congratulations! It's already been known that I hurt people around me!" 

He seriously doesn't already get it. I thought he was stupid but this was lower than expected. Shitty hair then reached out and put his hand on my shoulder making me jump back slightly. 

"Bakugo, it's okay. Just try and calm down." How does he possibly expect me to calm down. He hates me now. He knows what I did. My dad hates me, my mom, and now my only friend at that goddamn school. My chest hurt badly. I don't know when but I started hyperventilating. I'm fucking pathetic. I break down too easily. Nothing helps me control anything. I have no control. As I'm struggling to slow my breathing, arms wrap around me tightly, securing me in my spot. 

-Short Pov. sorry-

Kirishma's Pov.

I used to have panic attacks often when I was little but Bakugo's is on a whole different level. I'm just sitting next to him with my arms tightly around his chest to limit the amount of space he has to breathe. Not to hurt him or anything, just so that it forces his breathing to slow. It hurts me a lot to see him like this. I've never actually seen him cry before and I wish I hadn't. Not that he's ugly when he cry's it just makes me want to do the same. Hearing him talk like that about himself hurts as well. He's a really smart person but what he says about himself is probably the dumbest thing he's ever said.

 Looking down I see that he's sleeping on my shoulder. I guess crying tired him out. Gently lifting him up, I carry him to my room with the kitten following close behind. Opening my door was definitely a struggle when holding a body in my arms. Never the less I managed. I layed him down on the opposite side of my bed this time due to the other side still being damp. The kitten jumped up and curled against Bakugo to fall asleep along side him.

I would try and talk to him when he woke up. Not about the same thing though. He's not ready to open up entirely about that. Especially if he refuses to know how others actually feel. I can only hope that he'll come around some time. Whatever he chooses to do, all I know is that I'm not giving up on him.