Naturally as luck would have it Todoroki was the winner, which left quite a frightened Kirishima and I inside a room. As if giving a silver lining to the situation, I had nearly knelt over in relief to see that the bed was big enough for the both of us to sleep comfortably.

The only wish I had was that Kirishima would not be a bed hogger. He had never had a proper sleep over with someone, but seeing how his parents had slept together it was quite easy to realize how unfortunate it was to sleep with someone who claimed the entire bed to themselves.

Quietly, I had made my way to the bathroom, slinging my bag onto the tile floor with a thud, and pulled out what I would needed before heading to bed.

Combing through my hair thoughtfully, I let my mind wander as I set my hairbrush down and picked up my toothbrush.

He wasn't in that regiment.

And honestly I had no idea what to make of that fact. Which means that if he was hiding with the shades, chances are he would be in Two.

Right? And if he wasn't in two? If he wasn't in any of them what would I say? How would I react? Would he even be alive if that was the case? What if he was with the shades and he past away from fighting.

Or they killed him. Or he's alive and being tortured by them or worse. He was such a young age when he was taken away, and though it's been a few years I still can't find it in my heart to mourn.

What if he's been dead the whole time and I put two of my classmates in danger just for the sake of hopelessly trying to avoid grief.

I stiffened at a sudden thought. I hadn't even realized what might happen to the two of them if something were to go even the slightest bit wrong.

What if they get hurt? We're not pro heroes, we're teenagers in training to become pro heroes, but we're in the early years and have no experience whatsoever, so it isn't as if we'd have a chance in a fight unless it's sheer luck and will.

If we were to be fighting against someone skilled, not to mention a SHADE? It would be over before it even began, and two classmates who joined in this search for the sake of helping me would be killed in battle. I wouldn't be able to handle that. What would I do with myself? How would I cope? By trying to find one I'd lose two frien-

"Hey." The sudden presence of Kirishima had snapped me out of my thoughts rather quickly. Eyes wide and filled with surprise, I had tensed at the sound of his voice.

"Are you okay?" Eyes locking with Kirishima's, I opened my mouth to make a retort before I had figured out why he was asking. The toothbrush had been dented inwards, as if someone had taken a hammer and slammed against it a far few times.

It was charred, and some of the plastic that was still intact was melting and oozing its way down to the end of the toothbrush mixed with foam from the toothpaste.

The smell of burnt plastic filled the room, and I put two and two together with the comprehension that the smell was what must have got Kirishima's attention since I haven't spoken a word.

"Hey.... it's okay." Kirishima stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door open so as not to make it seem as if I were trapped, and gently took the toothbrush out of my hands, rinsing it under the tap before setting it down on the counter.

Gingerly taking my wrist, I stiffened at the touch but didn't make any effort to resist as he lead me to the open area where the bed was and stood by the foot of it.

"Okay, which side do you want?" The question was one I hadn't expected, and it definitely was one I wasn't able to process due to the worry and exhaustion that had been pounding away at my skull.

"Hah?" Kirishima's eyes glistening over with a slight panic, he turned to look at me, hands raised in defence once more hoping I wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Well I was the one who said we'd take the two rooms so, I thought it would at least be nice if you got to choose the side." It had taken me a few moments of staring at the bed before Kirishima had chirped up once more, the nervousness now clear in his voice.

"Or not? Sorry, I've never had a sleepover with someone before." For some reason this was the statement that had caught my attention, as I hurriedly focused on him, his lips cracked into a anxious smile.

"No, It's okay. I'll take the window side." Seeming to sigh in relief at the silence being broken, he had excitedly got into his side of the bed, ripping the blanket out from under the blanket like a monster and burying himself in it.

Popping out a few seconds afterwards, only his head and shoulders were visible and a small smile grew on my lips at the sight.

"Feel free to do whatever makes you comfortable man." Nodding, I went over to shut off the light before I slipped into the bed as well, making sure there was a decent amount of space between us before I had laid down fully.

No words were passed between us, and the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it was clear that Kirishima had something that he wanted to say.

"You can say what you want yknow." Thinking he was going to make some stupid remark, I found myself grinning to hear the slight uneasiness in his voice as he tried to regain his composure.

"A-Ah. I know! I'm just... trying to find a way to word it."

"Well what's it about?" Trying to help him feel more comfortable and get a better opening to the conversation, my heart sank at what he had said next.

"... who exactly is Izuku Midoriya? I know he's your best friend, and, tell me if I'm over stepping but.... what made him so important?"

The world seemed to stop spinning after the words had left Kirishima's mouth. My brain had halted completely, and try as I might it was hard to find a single way to compose a sentence.

"..... uh-" Seeming to understand the position he had placed me into, I flinched at the abrupt and loud interruption.

"You don't have to! It's only if you're comfortable!" Moments passing between the two of us, I finally managed to gather a handful of words to speak.

"N...o... it's fine..."

"Are you sure?" Kirishima sounding entirely unconvinced, I swallowed my hurt and decided it would be best if he knew about it anyways, to him and Todoroki the person they were looking for was a complete stranger.

Still, to talk about him it felt...

"Yeah.." I felt my face scrunch up unintentionally, my mind collecting precious memories of a boy who I haven't seen in so long. Yet for some odd reason, his face is still envisioned perfectly in my mind.

Opening my mouth to begin rambling about Deku, a small twist in my stomach made me realize I didn't even know what to talk about.

"Where do I even start?" Kirishima perked up at the sudden words, but a reassuring smile braced itself on his lips as he scoot the smallest bit closer, careful not to cross over the invisible boundary.

"What did he look like?"

"Oh, he had- sorry, has green hair, and freckles lined his cheeks. He was pale, and obviously not the most fit kid. Actually, he was a total wimp." Laughing to myself at the last statement, my mind jogged through memories of him.

The lake we used to play by, the trails that wandered deep into the forest when we would try to catch butterflies or frogs, the certain spot at school that would be only ours, the swapped lunches that we'd bring from last nights supper.

A nostalgic smile trembled onto my face, but it was only when Kirishima spoke did I realize I drifted off into thought and stopped talking.

"Bakugo?" Panic surged through me as the photos in my mind vanished without a trace. I fell back into the hotel room, disoriented after reminiscing for longer than I had anticipated.

"Ah?"

"What was he like?"

"What was he like?? He was.... he was..." I couldn't seem to find only one word to describe exactly who Deku was. Frustration lapped inside of me and impatience slowly began to pulse as Kirishima looked at me expecting something.

"... I don't really have an exact word to describe  h-"

"Extraordinary?" Kirishima spun around to face me properly, his body facing my direction and an excited gleam in his eyes that couldn't hide any longer.

It... shocked me a little in all honesty. My mouth was still open mid sentence, and as the seconds ticked down his face slowly fell into one of worry.

But I couldn't think of anything else except for that one word, extraordinary. There wasn't a better way to describe someone such as him. It just clicked as soon as the word had fallen into sounds that I gave it recognition.

"Yeah, he was extraordinary. That's actually the perfect way to describe him." A chuckle escaping my chest, relief and content swirling inside of it, Kirishima's face lifted back upwards. A smile grinning madly across his face, he laid his head down on his pillow.

"Was he a troublemaker?"

"Not on purpose. But yeah, sometimes he would stand up for things that most people wouldn't agree with. Like not keeping the toads because they belonged by the river, or not seeing who could hold their breath underwater the longest." The memories floated by me, endlessly dancing in front of me with blissful nostalgia. I suppose Kirishima noticed as well, since he had a empathetic smile as he looked towards me.

"He meant a lot to you didn't he?"

"Yeah of course, he was my best friend. Honestly, don't tell the other kids I used to hang around with but, my only friend... and I never seemed to be able to treat him right."

Stomach turned inwards on itself and eyes snapped wide open, small crackles of explosions fired off in my palm at the sudden epiphany. Kirishima by now had sat up, trying to avoid my power in case it set fire.

"..Bakugo?"

"..At least that's what I remember. It could've been different." Shifting the conversation and being in it to a close, Kirishima took the hint and forced a smile.

"Hey, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it." Glancing cautiously towards Kirishima, I let out a huff before rolling on my side and facing away from him.

"Goodnight Kirishima."

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When the sun peeked through  the curtains and ran to my eyes, a groan escaped my mouth as the light temporarily blinded me.

Screwing my eyelids shut to catch a few more seconds of peace, eventually I succumbed and found myself looking around the room groggily.

Kirishima was fast asleep on his side, his back facing towards me and his red hair spread flat across the pillow. A grin tugging itself at my lips at the unusual hairstyle on Kirishima, I kicked my legs out from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

Switching the light on lazily, I drew back from the sudden brightness before catching a glance at my reflection.

Blonde hair lay messily atop my head, each side of my hair a different shape. It took an effort to not snicker at the mirror.

I guess I really had a good sleep after talking to Kirishima. Kirishima. Would he judge me for everything I told him last night? It was some pretty personal shit but- is he that sort of person?

I wish I could read everyone's minds. Maybe then I'd understand people a little better.
Like Deku...
Where the fuck is he?

Combing fingers through my hair, loose hairs fell slowly to the ground as it took it's more regular shape.

Sticking up as per usual, I left the bathroom satisfied with how I looked and snatched a change of clothes putting them on as I head towards the door.

I need some air.

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Hey guys! Im sorry for not updating for the past while, I've been going through a lot and sorting some major life decisions, but I plan to keep updating on a more regular basis.

I thought giving a little bit of character bonding would be nice before sliding back into the real deal yknow ;).

Anyways, see you guys in the next update!
Love ya!