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❣Kirishima's pov❣

The group and I headed back to my house on Bakugou's behalf, which was a decision made silently, subconsciously, amongst us.

I still held the practically weightless blond and was careful with him, walking softly, taking hesitant steps. I hate it. He didn't make a sound. Bakugou's eyes just persevered its sleepy-like visage. He didn't yell at me to put him down because he could walk himself, he didn't even look at me. It seemed as if he was off into his own world, his own reality where things make sense. I've been finding myself in that reality as well, more and more often.

We arrive at my house and branch off from there, the others heading off to their own residences while I stay here with Bakugou.

I was half expecting Bakugou to object to that, saying something along the lines of "I don't need you shit hair!" but he still remained silent, which hurt much more than it would if he told me not to stay.

I softly sit him down on the couch he woke up in yesterday, which was still slightly stained with his blood.

"Do you wanna' talk bout' it?" I hesitantly ask.

Nothing.

His facial expression remained the same, blank and irritated. Even so, the shaking of his hands became more and more evident to me. I was watching this boy crumble right before my eyes.

From personal experience, I understand verbal gestures are useless in these situations. I drag him into a tight embrace. Resting both of my arms above his shoulders.

For what feels like forever we stay there in the awkward position of a one-sided hug, though, I refuse to give up. I embrace him tighter. Leaving the words behind, allowing him to talk when he feels and preventing myself from saying the wrong thing.

Soon enough he hugs back vigorously, gripping the front of my shirt. Sobbing and allowing all of his pushed down feelings to be let loose. I can feel the vibrations of his cries through my shirt and onto my chest. His wet tears soaking the front of me, the shaking of his body intensifies to the point where he's moving me as well. He tries to speak through his sorrow, mumbling and gasping through each word. I shush him, reminding him we have plenty of time, which he takes into consideration. He continues to cry but waits till' he's able to speak. He's strong. That's one of the many things I like about him.

I begin to cry too.

An empathetic sob? Probably, It could also be my own built up misery as well. My friends are either missing or dead, and the people I do have are hurt, and scared, living behind the happy mask they put on for others. I haven't heard from my family once, but the boy who was crying along with me has, and will never be able to again.

He continuously attempts to slow his breathing and wipe the tears off of his face. Only to sob harder. Again I tighten my embrace, wondering what else I could do to just make Bakugou himself again. I want to hear him curse wildly, I want him to pout and object to everything. I just want him to be happy.

I find my self falling deeper into the tight grasp he has on my shirt. I don't think I can handle feeling useless anymore.

"Bakugou."

Nothing but sobs.

"Bakugou!"

I don't think he's purposely ignoring me, but It hurts nonetheless, mainly cause' he couldn't hear me over his sobs.

"Katsuki!!" I lift his chin and force his overflowing eyes into mine. He pauses for a second, only silently crying. He sits there, sniffling, wiping at the stream of tears that resumed relentlessly. He waited for me to speak patiently.

"Everything is going to be okay, I promise," I stated, obvious uncertainty filling my voice, but that didn't stop me from staring into the piercing red eyes in front of me. I felt myself fall dangerously deep for the hothead. I want to keep him in my arms like this forever, through thick and thin. I want him to feel the same. I want him to need me. These selfish thoughts consume me as I stare at the boy I'm holding. His tears have completely stopped falling from his eyes, and my self-restraint seems to have given up as well.

I move my hand from the boy's chin to the side of his face, never snapping out of the intense gaze our eyes held.

"Dude...Stop me." I whisper as I slowly close the gap between us, giving him enough time to push away if he wanted.

Our lips touch.

The world around me disappears as Bakugou himself not only accepts but continues the kiss. My heartbeat grows erratic when I let my hands roam around the others back.

I hesitantly pull away and gasp for air, preparing myself to remember this moment for as long as I'm alive. I glance at his eyes again, which weren't filled with as much sorrow anymore. That makes me... overwhelmingly happy.

"Stop that!" Bakugou says irritably.

"Stop what?" I ask, still smiling wildly.

"That fucking face!!" Bakugou traces his hand up my shirt until he reaches my face, he then softly flicked my forehead.

"Ouch!" I exclaim overdramatically, I then raise both of my hands up quickly to pinch his cheeks, laughing at the fact that he practically growled at me. Like an angry Pomeranian.

"Bakugou, I like you. Like a lot. I think I might love you." I blurt, though Bakugou looks unfazed.

"I figured, " he replies with a smirk on his face.

"So....?"

"I love ya' too, asshole." He practically whispers, making my heart race once again.

"Aweeeeeee! That's so cute Bakugou!"

"Shut the hell up." He pauses and hesitantly opens his mouth to talk again. "Call me Katsuki...Idiot."

"Okay Katsukiiiiii, you can call me Eijiro... Is that okay with you Katsukiiiiiii??"

"Shut up!"

I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his torso, not daring to touch his hips till' they're fully healed. He kisses back again, sending a pleasant spike through my spine.

captivated into our own minds, we didn't even hear the front door opening.

"AHHHHHH! KIRISHIMA YOU RED GAY BITCH! YOU LIED TO ME!" Mina squeals.

I look back at Bak...Katsuki to see him practically rolling his eyes out of his head, a hint of pink dusting around at his face, he looked away.

"Mina! Language!" Iida shouts and gestures to something besides him, which I can't see.

"The F U C K do you mean sonic?" Bakugou teases.

"Bakugou-kun!!" Iida yelled, failing at repermanding him.

"Katsuki!" I yell at him too, causing him to look at me sharply, crossing his arms. That's the pouting face I missed.

"OH MY SHIT! he called him by his first name!" Mina screeches, a little louder this time.

"Mina!" Iida yells again, before picking up a little blond boy with red eyes and a blue dinosaur onesie on, holding him in his hands. Iida covered one of the boy's ears with his hand, Tokoyami holds the other, with a smudge of amusement in his face.

Katsuki's face softens, and he put his hand over his mouth a little.

"Who's that?" He asks.

"We don't know... he won't say anything to us" Sero replies "d'yu think he can talk yet?"

"Tch! Fucking give him to me."

Bakugou slightly limps to Iida and takes the child with extreme care, or at least more care than I thought he was capable of.

He holds the boy and hugs him tightly, the boy begins To cry into Katsuki's sleeve, clutching onto him tightly. He starts bouncing him in his arms slowly, shushing the child. Everyone looks on in admonishment.

"Can you please tell me your name?" Katsuki whispers to the child after letting him cry for a while.

"Fuj...f..." he mumbles.

"It's okay, take your time." They hold each other tighter, everyone continued to stare.

He calms down and looks into Katsuki's eyes, a moment of intimacy I'm shamefully jealous of.

"Fujio." the boy mumbles.

"I like that name, can I call you Fuji?" Katsuki asks. The boy nods slowly.

"What's your favorite dinosaur fuji?" Katsuki asks in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual. Fuji's face lights up. He starts rambling about his dinosaur onesie and his favorite dinosaur movies and how he wants to meet a dinosaur one day.

Katsuki starts leaving the group and starts walking to the bathroom with him, he grabs a washcloth and towel before heading in and shutting the door behind him, the sound of running water soon following after.

"That was adorable," Sero speaks out, earning a few agreeing grunts from the group.

"I didn't think he was so good with kids!" Mina exclaims.

"Yeah, we were trying to talk for him for a long time after we found him. He didn't say a word." Kaminari added.

"Found...him?" I ask, then mentally prepare myself for a sad story.

"Yeah, he was hiding in a dog house, crying softly, It's thanks to Jirou that we heard him," Iida adds, Jirou nods.

"Damn. no wonder he looked so
terrified." I conclude." I would be too."

"Yeah-," Mina says with a frown which quickly loosens as she perks up her head to look at me.

"Sooooooo?" She asks suggestively strutting towards me.

"What did we walk into?" Kaminari continues, following Mina's lead.

"Shut up," I say, hiding my face in my hands.

The water in the bathroom stops. Katsuki takes Fujio out with a bath with a towel around his waist, the taller blond had a towel around his waist as well, displaying his toned body. Now, Fujio was ranting about how disgusting honey-lemon cough drops are. Katsuki had a huge genuine smile on his face, which causes my heart to skip a beat. Katsuki passed us and headed into my room with one of Fujio's tiny hands in his own.

"Oh my gosh LOOK! Kirishima's totally swooning over him I can't!" Mina yelps, leaving Sero and Kaminari in hysterical laughter.

"Shut it," I respond, thinking of a way to quickly change the subject

"What happened while you were gone anyway, Besides y'know, him." I gesture to my room door Fujio can be heard giggling. Its quiet among us for a short minute, before Sero decides to speak for the group.

"M' parents have been out of town fr' a little while but I haven' gotten a call from them or anythin' So I just went to my house for clothes n'stuff... Mina's mom left her a note telling her not to wait up. Tokoyami went into his house alone, and would rather not share what happened. Also, both Jirou and Kaminari's family weren't home, But Jirou's family car was still there. which rose a lotta' question fr' us. Iidas entire family was home though. All cramped together in one room. Their explanation was that 'The world has finally reached its end, at this point, it's better to die quickly and quietly than alone.' Iida didn't want to live this way, and his relatives didn't hold him back. He took the time to say goodbye to them all before grabbing his things and leavin', kinda hard to watch if ya' ask me."Sero finished.

On their way back they found the little blond and walked him home. All while crying to themselves, due to their own misfortune.

"Shit, sorry guys," I say. They all shake their heads.

"After what we saw at Bakugou's, we weren't expecting much anyway." Tokoyami states.

"How is he holding up anyway?" Asks Mina. "I mean, we saw that you had to 'comfort' him earlier" Jirou giggles as do the rest of them.

"You guys are too much!" I say "I'm going to bed"

"You're going to bed?? It's like 8:00" screams Sero through his laughter.

Mina laughs even louder. Everyone was laughing, even Tokoyami. I start to leave the living room and head to mine.

"Hey, Kirishima!"

I look back

"Don't do anything indecent to Bakugou while the baby's in there!" They all continue to laugh breathlessly as if they've never heard a joke before, but I'm glad to see them happy.

Walking into my room I first notice the mess of clothes on the ground. I pick them up one by one and pile them on a chair in my room. On my bed laid Katsuki, his back against the wall, he was asleep with Fujio in his arms, Fujio was nestled into his shirt and asleep soundly. Both wore one of my t-shirts, which was comically too big on them both, I slip into some more comfortable clothes, wearing just some pajama pants, I grab my largest blanket out of my closet and put it over them, turning off the light I lay down on the other side Fujio cuddling both of the boys with my long arms. I soon fall asleep as well. Today was an eventful day.